<?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-28879151</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:09:57.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerScent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-2848779984978807385</id><published>2010-03-08T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:54:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arh! Where is the fella who is shooting me???</title><content type='html'>*Bang bang bang, chik chak, bang bang bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shooting skills sucks. Yeah, she knows that. But since this is a rare chance to play with her cousin (the last time they played together, was like more than 10 years ago), she won't give up the chance. She laughs when she waste so many ammo on one target. She admires the skills that her cousin has. She goes gaga over the gaming consoles that he has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, one thing has not changed. She still envies her cousins. Not the ugly, competitive type of jealousy, just the oh-i-wish-i-have-that-too envy. When they were young, she loves to play at their house because they got all the cool playthings. Lego (which was popular during her childhood), those Nintendo gameboys, video games, and a large collection of comics. She wondered if that is partly the reason why she is more into gadgets and computer than cosmetics and fashion. She rolls her eyes, she's been trying to update her wardrobe and looks lately, bit by bit, but she still feels like a noob in that department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they all have grown up now, she thinks they still have the cool playthings. Haha. It's not that she couldn't afford it, she guessed it's just not her nature to buy them. Oh, she likes to play them, of course, but it just feels weird when she imagine herself owning them. One main point is, she doesn't have anyone else to play with her. So when she tagged along to visit her aunty, her inner child was bouncing with joy when one of her cousins was at home AND invited her to play. Hahahaha... Just like the old times. Ah, how much she misses that. She wonders what would it be like 10 years from now on, could they still play together? Hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-2848779984978807385?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2848779984978807385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=2848779984978807385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2848779984978807385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2848779984978807385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2010/03/arh-where-is-fella-who-is-shooting-me.html' title='Arh! Where is the fella who is shooting me???'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-7210179909555565144</id><published>2010-03-06T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:31:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts, different POV</title><content type='html'>She closed the book, feeling a bit disappointed with the ending. But not disappointed enough to slam the book on the table, her love of books is more than that. Still, her mind is reeling from the book she just finished. Technically, the ending is a happy one, but she thinks stuff like movies and books is a subjective issue. Not everybody is going to love a particular book or movie the same way she does. And vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she thinks the ending sucks, despite her logical mind keep saying in her head that it is the most realistic ending. Although she is a romantic deep in her heart, her mind dominates her heart. Maybe that is why she still haven't found her love. Or will she ever find it. Because she thinks she is getting more and more cynical about the whole thing called love. Take the book for example, it's about a girl who find herself falling in love with her boss, the super cool rock god. The bad boy. But it ends with the girl chose his best friend instead of him. The good boy. She doesn't understand it. The girl said she loves the bad boy, but she chose the good boy. No, no, she doesn't have any prejudice against the good boy, but... She feels that it is ok if the girl didn't choose the bad boy, but she rather prefer that the story ends with the girl gets better and independent, instead of just go and be with the good boy. Because she wonders if the girl really loves the good boy or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind totally understand the girl in the story. Because the girl chose realistically. What future does she have with a rock star who drinks, do drugs and sex with all those girls compared with his best friend who is more stable, have same interests as her, and she feels secure with him. It is a battle between the romantic heart and the logical mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she should have read the ending first before she buy the book. Haha. So, she closed the book and reached for a different one, which surely guarantees an ending that she will be satisfied with. Her brother is right, why do you need the ending if it is possible that you would not like it? Just imagine your own ending that will satisfy you and then end of story. But, she doesn't see book-reading that way. She rather follows the book even if the ending disappoints her. She loves being absorbed into the world of a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind couldn't stop thinking about the ending. She wonders, what if she had to make a decision like that someday. Who would she choose? The bad boy or the good boy? Or what if she met the good boy, should she settle straight away or leave him and hang on to that ridiculous wish that her bad boy or frog prince will come to her one day? She snorts, that day could be when she is way past the "deadline". She hates the deadline. 30. Distractedly, she switched on the TV and voila, the channel is showing Dalja's Spring, one of her favourite K-drama. The heroine is 33 years old and now only she found her man, the handsome hero (fan-girl sigh) who is by the way 6 years younger than her. She smiled, if only she can be like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. ..ONLY IF she haven't found her other half before turning 33 like the heroine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7210179909555565144?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7210179909555565144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7210179909555565144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7210179909555565144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7210179909555565144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-thoughts-different-pov.html' title='Random thoughts, different POV'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1279513896912111814</id><published>2009-12-29T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:12:58.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing of 2009</title><content type='html'>OK, I've been neglecting the blog again for the gazilion time. Lol. And I revert back to words instead of drawings in this post. Even though I find it interesting to draw, I'm just a procrastinator through and through. Haha.. The drawing takes a bit of time. And ideas, of what and how to draw. Haha.. Maybe I'll continue with it next year. Lol. So, right now, let me recap what I can about what I did in 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the year, time flew so quickly and yet so slowly (sometimes, especially in the office). Haha.. I've been back at KL for more than half a year, gained unwanted weight, watched a few movies, shopped a few times, yada yada yada, the usual stuff. So unproductive. Eat, sleep, play, shit. Haha. Let's see the first timer activities. Got a job! Permanent, I hope, at least for the next few months on the road. Hehe. And hope that I can make it through the confirmation. *finger crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new external hard disk! Bwahaha... time to back up and wash up my hubby. Um, what else. I went to a book warehouse sale!! whoohoo!! Though, I didn't find the books that I wanted. Nonetheless, I grabbed some. It's so cheap! No wonder the place was packed. Had to queue to enter also. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Klang just for bak kut teh. Yea, it's kinda hardly worth mentioning. Lol. But is the first time I ventured so far just for food. Went cycling at Putrajaya (finally). Oh, I went to China for the first time. Haha. And also Kuching. Hopefully next year the list will include HK. Haha.. Oh yes, and I graduated. XD LOL. At last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, HW moved to a house near my area! Woohoo! Hehe.. Not only that I get to carpool, I can hang out with her more easily now. Kekekeke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Resolutions for next year? Er, same like this year? Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1279513896912111814?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1279513896912111814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1279513896912111814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1279513896912111814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1279513896912111814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/closing-of-2009.html' title='Closing of 2009'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-3255619498527159266</id><published>2009-10-17T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:00:43.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>Before you read any further, you might be interested to read back on the nightmare I am referring to, &lt;a href="http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/dream.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. As you might notice, it has been 2 years since that particular nightmare. And what happened on the other day was... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/StnjSnYfklI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DMuBrHU9pJ8/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591937701745234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Stni2JXEsrI/AAAAAAAAALw/cgfzYAWSD1Q/s320/Copy+(2)+of+scan0003.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591448606388914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Stni1tRkjtI/AAAAAAAAALo/5iK1XDl89f4/s320/Copy+of+scan0003.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591441067118290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center"&gt;*snap back to reality*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Stni1KA7H8I/AAAAAAAAALg/Ud3x3dOdfBs/s320/Copy+(3)+of+scan0003.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591431602053058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Stni0smEEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/RkHvtWsKv-U/s320/Copy+(4)+of+scan0003.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591423704764962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/StnizyXk5qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RRR-3CVNQNY/s320/Copy+(6)+of+scan0003.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591408074745506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life = joke * joke. I guess some of you might be wondering why I decline the "offer". Well, sorry, I'm just not that type to do that stuff. I would probably die from the embarrassment before I can finish saying "Hello". Plus, I'm not a conversation-person. I am more of the monosyllabic-answer person. If he is the same, then we'll listen to flies flying around us. Hahaha... Though, this 'incident', triggered a bunch of discussions wit M&amp;D about having another half. And some issues, I found it to be interesting, maybe I'll debate about it in future posts. Eg. Women past the three-0, hard to find partner. Because, look old already. See what I mean about debatable. Haha... Til then, I continue my not-so-funny-to-me life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3255619498527159266?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3255619498527159266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3255619498527159266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3255619498527159266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3255619498527159266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-you-read-any-further-you-might.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/StnjSnYfklI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DMuBrHU9pJ8/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6607979716766875812</id><published>2009-10-14T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:19:38.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare come true!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/StSncgvIRwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vxA9aAUQa3M/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392118762135111426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/StSndG08kjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R45SFRRC7-w/s320/Copy+of+scan0002.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392118772360057394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked until speechless. All I can say is nightmare coming true. Reveal more later. X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6607979716766875812?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6607979716766875812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6607979716766875812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6607979716766875812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6607979716766875812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightmare-come-true.html' title='Nightmare come true!!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/StSncgvIRwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vxA9aAUQa3M/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-4023830709263579173</id><published>2009-10-08T08:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:22:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Ss00FykenxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oNjHf_FVIvo/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390021603111116562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Ss00FYXpFOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kJaTaMVsU4k/s320/Copy+of+scan0001.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390021596077954274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Ss00E3iVRkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GElD52HZbkg/s320/Copy+of+Copy+of+scan0001.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390021587264423490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm even more outdated than I thought I am about kitchen appliances. They have evolved like the computers. There is no need to push hard to get water out (the old method). Just press the button (the high-tech method). Hahahaha... Another embarrassing moment achieved. Lol. Luckily one of my colleague saw me, or I'll forever wonder why I am the only one who couldn't get hot water out from the boiler. Hahaha.. I have learned an easier way to make my tea now. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4023830709263579173?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4023830709263579173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4023830709263579173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4023830709263579173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4023830709263579173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/outdated.html' title='Outdated'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Ss00FykenxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oNjHf_FVIvo/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-7769620303361573240</id><published>2009-10-06T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:59:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon, Cakes &amp; Tanglung</title><content type='html'>*finger swipes the blog*&lt;br /&gt;Horrors! My blog is collecting dust here. =_=" Hahaha... once again, been &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy to post. Hehe.. Let's have a quick one then. Time flies, been working for 3 months already! Readjusted to KL life once again, missing friends from the far up north, resume gossip sessions with KL friends ;P, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the Mid Autumn Festival and it reminded me of the previous celebration last year. And that made me a little nostalgic. Haha.. I had my fill of the festival's goodies this year, haha, mooncakes!, pomelo (my fav is sweet &amp; sour),  chestnuts (yum yum). By the way, mooncakes is getting outrageously more and more expensive each year. =_=" A mooncake is usually cut into 8 portions right? Last time, each portion costs around 1 buck. Now, it's around RM1.50. That, is just those normal type of flavors. Couldn't imagine what the price would be after a few more years. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a bunch of kids sure will drain your energy and help burn your calories. Haha... My nieces and nephew is a bunch of active kids. One minute I was giving food to one of them, the other minute I was entertaining another one. Then the paper lanterns are on fire, who do you call? "Yee yee!". Haha.. "Yee yee" (me) is the word that kept me busy for the night. As naughty as they are, they do make you laugh with their cute antics. Haha... so I didn't mind much, since I did missed out a lot of celebrations for the years before and thus, lost some opportunities to 'bond' with them. Hahaha... Though, if they stay too long, my fuse might starts to burn. Haha.. I'm very impatient and cranky at times. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Been thinking about the new style of blogging, comic blogging. But my drawing sucks. Hmm, how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7769620303361573240?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7769620303361573240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7769620303361573240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7769620303361573240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7769620303361573240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/moon-cakes-tanglung.html' title='Moon, Cakes &amp; Tanglung'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-7230086236047713116</id><published>2009-08-06T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:47:14.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Myth Buster v1.0</title><content type='html'>As tagged by s0hp0h in her hilarious post about busting myths about herself, this is my myth-busting post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. but what myths that I want to bust?? Let's take it step by step, one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myth 1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm fierce&lt;/span&gt;. So much until people do not dare to approach/befriend me. Ouch. That one sure hurts. I am not fierce lah. What makes people think like that wan? OK, maybe the cold face I show to people have something to do with it. But, it's a cold face. Not a fierce-looking face. Lol.. Okaay, maybe my cold face looks fierce. *shrug* What can I do about that? Plastic surgery? I don't normally plaster my face with a smile for everyone! I mean, you won't want to get close to a stranger/weirdo who keep smiling at you and everybody right? Unless he/she is a hottie, of course. Well, I'm not. Back to the myth, I am not fierce lah, I might shoot people with cold, deadly stares but that is just because of my mood swings. Or I find something that you did/said is preposterous. Or both. Hahaha... My principle is do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I won't shoot you if you did nothing wrong to me. You play nice, I play nice. You bully, I just bully back. So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FALSE&lt;/span&gt;. I am absolutely not fierce. I don't bite, I just shoot. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myth 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mood swings like roller-coaster-bungee-jumping-crazy, whenever, wherever.&lt;/span&gt; No need to deny this. I am a Cancer, the mood swings are in the package. I can jump for joy in the morning, then sink deep into the sea in the afternoon, then float back up to shore in the night. It's tiring, yeah, I know. But that's me. I am terribly sorry for those who kena shot by me during my moodiness, I'm sorry &gt;_&lt; It's not I want it to stay, I just haven't found the cure. So,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myth 3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I eat a lot.&lt;/span&gt; WTF. Thanks to someone who spread this around. Thank you so much that I wish I can hug you to death. I mean, wth?? I eat a lot? Maybe your other female friends eats two spoons of rice and a sip of water per meal (in front of you maybe, but not behind you). And isn't it a bit unfair? A guy can stuff his face full with a plate of chicken rice (added extra rice) and then another plate of char kuey tiaw (big), nobody gives a damn. If change to a girl, jaws are dropping everywhere. Sexist stereotype! Furthermore, I eat the normal three meals per day. I don't even eat supper, ok? Eating buffets, yeah, I eat a lot, but the bulk of food is actually (usually) NOT taken by me! I help people who like to take and take and take but realized they couldn't finish it, to clear a bit the table. Plus, it's such a waste of food. If you still think I eat a lot, show me your proof before you go and announce it in public. Thus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FALSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myth 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm quiet.&lt;/span&gt; Well, you should have noticed how long and how much I ramble on and on about something in my blog, that you won't label me as quiet. Ok, I heard someone is saying, writing is different from speaking. True, true... but just like my writing, I talk a lot if it's something that I'm interested in and the person I'm talking to is a close friend. (I regard you as my close friends, hehehehe... ) I can be loud whenever I get excited about something. And you'll definitely hear my laughter from afar when I hear a good joke. However, I admit, there are times where I would keep silent, preferring to give no comment or opinion. Sometimes I love silence, space to rest and clear my mind. And you won't find me being an active talker in a conversation if I barely know you. It's not that I scared to talk or timid. If you ask me, I'll answer. If I want to ask you, I'll ask. So I guess it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;semi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's all I can think of right now. But if you have more myths about me that you would like me to clarify, leave a message in the cbox, I'll list them and do another mythbuster post. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7230086236047713116?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7230086236047713116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7230086236047713116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7230086236047713116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7230086236047713116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-myth-buster-v10.html' title='My Myth Buster v1.0'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-6361643594303633844</id><published>2009-08-06T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:04:20.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for singles</title><content type='html'>Saw it in an article online. Hahaha.. thought want to share it with those who is still single (and unattached), hahaha... It's more for the girls than guys, but I guess it can be applied to either gender. Lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don’t take things bitter friends say to heart. They’re projecting—putting their insecurities on you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t chat with negative friends about your love life (or lack there of).&lt;br /&gt;3. Don’t feel forced to date because your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do go out with supportive friends of all relationship statuses.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do enjoy you. That’s the only person you’ll definitely be with forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need to follow these tips.. LOL... Being single is not a crime lah... So to those who worry about my status (yea, stick it to my face, "why you didn't grab a guy before you graduate, like your friends??"), calm down, I'm not buying vegetables in the pasar, you don't just grab and pay. lol.. I'm just not ready for relationship, why force myself? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6361643594303633844?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6361643594303633844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6361643594303633844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6361643594303633844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6361643594303633844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/08/tips-for-singles.html' title='Tips for singles'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-3357219360368212172</id><published>2009-07-10T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:01:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day!</title><content type='html'>This is a backpost. Wrote it down somewhere, forgot to publish it. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my BIRTHDAY! YAY! LOL! Hahahahaha... Why am I so happy to get a year older? Oh well, suan ba. I'm not Benjamin Button, I will aged year by year. What I didn't expect is why the heck am I still not mature or "adult-ish" enough. I'm not saying like I want to faster grow up and become an adult. I'm just saying that I thought with age, comes maturity. Which unfortunately is not true. I guess that is why you still see people behaving like a kid no matter what their ages are. Hahaha.. Ok lah, enough about my ranting about age and maturity. &lt;br /&gt;Shi Ying treat my to lunch today!!! Wahahaha... So happy! Hehehe.. I'm so bad, ffk her so many times, yet let her treat me. Hahaha.. Will definitely treat her back when I get my paycheck. Yep, I finally found a job. It's my 8th day today. How is it? Ok I guess. The people there are nice. But of course, I miss the people in ASE too. I keep wonder what if I take Xifu's offer. I keep having this doubt. But I guess, it's useless to keep thing about the road not taken. Sigh. Oh well. I hope one day I will get to meet them again! &lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, do my best in this new job. Oh ya, thanks for all the birthday wishes! This year, I wish for health and happiness. :) Been sick too much already this year. Have to take care of health ar, everyone! Especially with the flu bugs going around. &lt;br /&gt;My convo! Hehehe... The day that I waiting for, after seeing my senior's graduation day. Though, no junior for me. Huhuhu... Oh well... at least I finally reached this stage. Congrats to all who is graduating also!! Too bad I think I won't be able to go to others' convocation ceremony, because our date clashes. Sigh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy birthday to all July babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3357219360368212172?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3357219360368212172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3357219360368212172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3357219360368212172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3357219360368212172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/b-day.html' title='B-day!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-8614127202166214911</id><published>2009-06-05T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:02:00.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake-up call</title><content type='html'>A lot happened lately. Volatile mixture of emotions. Bitterness mostly. I don't feel like talking about it here. Because then it will be even harder for me to deal with it. I'm still bitter. But much better already. Thanks to my friends' support. Especially wwh, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for me to change the blogskin. After all, I'm entering another different phase of my life. God, how I miss Uni life. But then again, the ending left me devastated. OK, let me reword it. God, how I miss Uni life, excluding the last part of it. Being here at KL, it seems like I'm a recluse. Friends are busy working, in KL and also those in Penang. So how is my job-seeking progress? It seems like the sole, most popular topic among us lately. Congrats to all who got a job!! Good luck to those who is still looking, I'm with you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm cynical about life, not just love. Hahaha... But is not the end of the world, I guess... Need to move on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8614127202166214911?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8614127202166214911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8614127202166214911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8614127202166214911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8614127202166214911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake-up call'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-3639849297527541451</id><published>2009-05-15T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:13:53.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dream again</title><content type='html'>Had a weird dream this morning. The most weird part is I dreamed only for half an hour. I thought I was late for class when I jump awake this morning. Hahaha.. How I know it took half an hour? Because my alarm was at 7.30am. I woke, stopped the alarm and went back to sleep. HAHAHAHA... The thing is, it sure felt longer than 30 mins inside my dream. Well, I guess it is not that weird lah, dreams don't make sense anyway. At least most of the time. Haha.. So what was the dream about? I'm not too sure either, I can only describe it out, couldn't interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home (or so it felt, OK lah, it feels like a place I stay in, but doesn't look like my house right now. Hahaha). And don't know why, I just 'know' I'm in S'pore. Beats me. Then I prepared to go out, like I'm going on a date or something. I mean, I usually don't fuss with myself much when I need to go out. I don't put on makeups nor do I style my hair much. Well, the former is because I have no knowledge about using it and don't have the tools (lol, though I should be learning it, you know, since it's not like my face is naturally pretty or free of blemishes, but... oh well, now you know why I still feel like a little girl. Because I have zero knowledge of stuff like these. For the latter, my hair is a rebel. So I let it behave as it likes, I couldn't control it. Hahaha... So, it is a weird dream. Hahaha.. After I finish 'prettying' myself and choosing the right apparels for the gazilion times, I was late when I head out. Or at least my parents are telling me that I'm late. I mean, I don't even know why am I going out. Hahaha.. It is like I'm watching it from 3rd person perspective. Bingo! That's it. That is the weird thing. I usually dream in first-person perspective. OK, so I watch myself (like watching TV) walking to my destination. With some difficulties thrown in the path obviously. Hoho. Which made me even late than I already were. I suddenly know that I was supposed to meet with my brother so that he can bring me to that place (wherever it is) but since I was late, he already left. So I end up chasing after him or should I say, try to catch up to him even though I don't know where the heck is the place is. OK, maybe the 'me' in the dream knows, just the 'me' watching the dream didn't know. Hahaha.. I'm really confusing myself and I bet you are confused too. Anyway, I managed to spot my brother (or it is really my brother?? I thought I was going out on a date?? what the...) after some 'catching up' (--&gt; finding my way in a crowded area, taking the train, etc.) And it ended there. Sorry to kill your interest. Hahaha.. I was interested to continue too, but my brain woke me up, actually just enough time for me to get ready for class. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is one of my bizarre dreams. Oh, I do have other weird dreams, just that this one is more imprinted on my mind, since I woke up in the middle of it. So there you go, another post on my dream. Maybe I should change this blog into a dream diary. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... just joking ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. There should be a post before this one, about the trip I went to, but since I haven't got my hands on the photos, I'll postpone that post first. That's for now, cheerio..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3639849297527541451?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3639849297527541451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3639849297527541451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3639849297527541451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3639849297527541451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-dream-again.html' title='Weird dream again'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4493635947616386230</id><published>2009-04-01T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:48:49.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, THREE YEARS already??</title><content type='html'>*Yawn* *stretch arms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last blog. Hehehe... It's been so hectic until siao. Final year project, other assignments and projects, tests, etc. And -whoosh- time flies by without me noticing. OK lah, I noticed. But only noticed that my deadlines looms nearer and nearer. Hahaha.. Finally all done. But when I have the time to sleep in late, breathe easier, no-more-huge-stress (I can't say stress-free, because it is not. Hahaha, there are other stuff going on also ma.. hehe), no more weird dreams (i suspect is caused by the stress and worries and going to bed every night with head heavy with codes... ish, won't even let me have a peaceful rest. Hahaha... though thank God I didn't dreamt that I got chased by codes, right? Hahaha..), when all that busyness stopped, I suddenly realized the semester has ended already!! Not JUST this semester, but my WHOLE 3-YEARS UNI life! Oh my God. Did THREE years just passed like that?? Although I couldn't recall clearly about my orientation week here, I remember vividly about how I dreaded about coming to Penang all by myself. And now looks I made it through! Hahaha.. I guess life is like that. When you are thrown out of your comfort zone, at first you panic. After awhile, you adapt. Then boom, you find yourself saying, whoa, life now is not bad, eh? Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say I'm like that. Living here, I never thought I can do it. I never even dreamt that I would do it. Haha.. Then surviving the three years, it seems like an impossible task. But guess what? I did it, but I regret now fully utilizing as much time as I would like. Though, I had a lot of fun... and experiences. Staying in hostel has its own fun, while staying outside is even more fun. Hahaha.. I really really will miss everyone! Those coursemates whom I have grown closer to, since we stayed in the same hostel for 2 years, coursemates whom I took longer time to befriended, coursemates whom I didn't know at first that we actually have common interests (I guess it's true that you cannot judge a book by its cover, but I still believe in my first instinct and impression, hahaha), other people who I barely know but been with together for some time (I'm so so sorry to say that I didn't know the names of my swimming classmates, but I do remember their faces!! I'm good with faces, hehe), the other people who befriended and helped me during my internship (owe a lot to them for making my internship a very enjoyable one!), coursemates whom I would have never get close with if I didn't meet them during internship, the times I had with other coursemates in fun activities (which are usually first-time for me, hehe) like paintball (expensive, but fun!), organizing someone birthday all by myself (of course, with help from many people ;P), cooking, bbq-ing and so much more. I wish I can return to those times and have more fun. Haha.. Though, sorry KS, hehe, I can imagine what you would be saying if you are reading this post. "Didn't invite me pun". Hehe.. Pai seh o, I didn't know you very well at that time mar, hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, really glad I decided to move out with my roommate, even though it's with other people whom I didn't really know. But to my relief, they are a bunch of nice and fun people to be staying with together! I'll miss the laughter that we shared and the things that you all taught me. I'll miss them a lot! They are practically my second family, the second home that I call home. Hehehe... (Lab is the third home) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, I also need to thank the other bunch of friends whom I refer to as, KL friends. Hahaha... Without the gatherings and msn chats, I won't be able to keep on going here. It's been more than 10 years already, I'm extremely glad to have known you guys. *BIG hug* And also friends whom I got to know in KL and keep in touch with, I just want to say: I'm glad I keep in touch with you! Even though we hardly have the chance to meet, msn, emails, facebook saves the day! Hahahaha... Oh, blogs too. Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, how come this post starts with reminiscing about the past 3 years, changed course to thanking people and expressing my gratitude? Hahaha.. Since it's like this already, I better thank the most important people too. The people whom I grew more closer to and more appreciate them after I came here. My family. I think the biggest lesson I learnt when I came here is I took a lot of things for granted while I was in my comfort zone back in KL. I've experienced homesickness and independence here. And I found out that, my family, especially my beloved parents, care for me a lot. And also support me in my decisions. Three years here, really taught me about appreciating people around me everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes, the moody and grumpy me caused a lot of people unhappy moments. So, want to apologize to anyone who caught in the line of "my fire". Hehe.. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to fix this weakness of mine. I'm sorry to learn about me being labeled as the cold, icy and fierce one. No wonder people don't dare to approach me. No wonder I still couldn't get a bf. HAHAHAHA...Seriously, I'm sad to learn about that. Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, congrats to all couples! I'm happy for them, and yet, I feel lonely too. Hahaha.. Sometimes, I get the feeling that is like, even though I'm surrounded by people, I feel even more lonely. Guess it couldn't be helped. Til next time, man, this is such a long winding post. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4493635947616386230?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4493635947616386230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4493635947616386230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4493635947616386230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4493635947616386230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-three-years-already.html' title='oh my, THREE YEARS already??'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5722529309544968283</id><published>2009-02-23T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:02:32.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming hazard</title><content type='html'>&gt;_&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another embarrassing moment in my life. Lol.. OK lah, maybe I am too sensitive about it, I guess other people might think it's no big deal. Haha.. OK, this is what happened this evening: My leg cramped while I was swimming today. Thank God, I didn't drown. Hehe.. Still managed to hop to the pool ladder and climb out from the pool. As quickly as possible, I went and sit at the corner, hoping nobody else noticed.. LOL.. The coach came (guess I failed in becoming invisible ;P) and helped me stretch my feet and leg for awhile. Then he went back to order other people to swim this style, that style, etc. I thought my leg recovered, so I quickly go back into the pool again. But just when my legs were halfway down into the water, the cramp comes again. More painful tim. &gt;_&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do but to sit at the floor there (where I was about to enter the pool) and stretch my leg? I didn't think I could hop back to the corner, it's too painful. Don't know where the coach is, I was too self-conscious to ask for help anyway. So embarrassing. Then, (don't get your hopes high for me, lol, no handsome lifeguard came to my rescue, hahaha...) a fellow swimmer asked if I was having cramps then climb out of the pool to help me. LOL. Although I was VERY glad for his help, I was also feeling VERY self-conscious. Thank God for the foggy goggles to blur my vision, so that I won't notice if there is anyone else (other than my fellow swimmers; I'm taking swimming as a course for this semester) at the pool is looking at me. But his technique is good (not to mention strong, HAHAHA, ;P), the cramped muscles soon relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't recognize who he is however, because all swimmers, especially guys, who wear swim cap and goggles, looks the same to me. Lol. For girls, at least you can agak agak recognize the swimsuits with their colors and patterns. But for guys, almost all also wear black Speedo and cap. LOL. Before my face reddens, I hastily say thank you and slip back into the pool. But then even if I recognize him also nothing ler. So many other girls with great body figures and nice skin in my swimming class. Who will pay any attention to fat, hairy and "airport" girl wor.. Hahaha... Now you see why I feel self-conscious?? Hahaha.. My self-confidence level is nil too. Anyway, really grateful for this kind-hearted guy who took pity on me. Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though no more cramp, I was very worried if the muscle cramps again. I was losing the mental battle. My mind keep thinking about cramps. &gt;_&lt;" So I didn't dare to kick my legs much, was swimming like a snail. Eh, can snails swim? Haha, anyway, today no jump-into-water session (thank God) so I just float around until the class ends. Hoho.. That's the report of another embarrassing moment in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Anybody knows how to avoid muscle cramps? I did do warm-up exercise before swimming de wor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5722529309544968283?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5722529309544968283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5722529309544968283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5722529309544968283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5722529309544968283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/02/swimming-hazard.html' title='Swimming hazard'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-3280406964798140267</id><published>2009-02-21T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:50:25.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind my own business</title><content type='html'>Yay! SummerScent got another fan! LOLOLOLOL... Gee, it's very easy to make me feel happy, isn't it? Haha.. Anyway, thanks for 'give me face' by visiting and reading my blog, little lamb. Hehe.. Plus, you can remember the small stuff in my posts that I myself need some time to dig around my memory. Hahaha.. Arigatou! Although I only post about stuff that are irrelevant or unimportant, I still hope you all enjoy reading it. Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, last few days ago I realized that I actually feel cynical about love. Maybe because it is a subconscious thing, I didn't realize it earlier. But why? I still couldn't find the answer either. It's not that I think love is impossible, etc. Even though I'm still unattached currently, I still have some hope of me finding that someone special. (The love I'm talking about is the boy-girl-relationship love, not the other kinds of love) Being cynical about love, does it means I don't believe in love? Hmm, no, not true. I do believe in love. Then could it be that in the past, you didn't get love from parents, others, etc? No, I love my family very much, and I know they love me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I might need more time than others to put trust on someone. But it couldn't be counted as I don't trust people, right? I just need more time. Haha. I always thought that I can give rational advice to people about their love problems based on the times friends have come to find to talk about it. All the things I said, are usually from my rational mind perspective and add a bit of consideration of the feelings and tact. But I never thought that there will be a day that someone would feel that I'm discouraging them in pursuing their love. I'm not as evil as that lah. Although I haven't get my own happy ending, I won't purposely stop you from getting yours and I feel very glad if you've found it. I know my advices are more "mind" than "heart". But I'm not saying you should ignore what your heart is telling you. Oh well, I guess I'm not suitable to give love advices after all. Which is true lah, since I don't have experience in it also, but then it is not that I go out and simply give advices to people. If you ask me, then I'll tell you lor. If I DID give advice even though you didn't seek it, then I apologize. I just care about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to say that under my words, I'm telling you give up or discouraging you, etc, it kinda hurt my feelings also leh. Because I never mean it that way. I guess I should be careful with my words next time eh? Or maybe I should just mind my own business. Or else there will be someone else who read between my lines and find even worse stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that I subconsciously discourage people about love, then it is confirmed, that I am cynical about love. Which kinda make me feel depressed. It is like confirmed liao I won't find my special one. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3280406964798140267?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3280406964798140267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3280406964798140267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3280406964798140267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3280406964798140267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/02/mind-my-own-business.html' title='Mind my own business'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1974952190642253694</id><published>2009-01-18T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:31:05.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blast from the past</title><content type='html'>Hehehe... I guess I'll never change. I'll still blog as often or as less often, more specifically, as I like. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for a post that I once wrote about a dream, I end up reading my old posts. It is kinda funny to see (figuratively) me "change" over the years through my blog. The stuff that I posted, the way that I write, my expressions. Hahaha.. I moved my blog to here (BlogSpot) just as I was going to Penang to study. Time sure flies. Now I'm in my final semester! I've been in Penang for around 2 and a half years already! Hahaha.. I think I changed quite a bit. As I frantically rushing my final year project, everyone is saying about enjoying the last semester at this Uni. Well, it made me think a lot. Sometimes you kinda slip into a comfort zone, and you don't want to try venture out. But is it bad to stay in comfort zone? Hmm.. I don't know. But if you don't try, I guess you won't know, right? So, I made up my mind, I'll try my best to try out new stuff for this year. I hope I got enough guts to do it. So far, I'm taking swimming class by myself. Still fear the water and couldn't get my head up to breath. :S But I really want to know how to swim. And I wish I could choose the coach. XD Sigh, free stuff comes with a price I guess. Uh, I better get back to my work, I kinda got distracted while searching for that post about my nightmare. Haha.. Til then, wish me LOADS of luck in learning to swim. I don't mind tips also. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1974952190642253694?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1974952190642253694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1974952190642253694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1974952190642253694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1974952190642253694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past.html' title='A blast from the past'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4887951795873366935</id><published>2009-01-01T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:23:42.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings 2009!</title><content type='html'>Hello 2009! Byebye 2008! I'll just make a short n simple resolution this year ;P Hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Make 4 Resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/newyears.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce Stress Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/"&gt;What Should You Resolve to Change Next Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4887951795873366935?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4887951795873366935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4887951795873366935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4887951795873366935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4887951795873366935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-2009.html' title='Greetings 2009!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-107990870355855800</id><published>2008-12-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:57:31.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back 2008</title><content type='html'>As the end of 2008 gets nearer, I wonder what did I have achieved this year? I made it through my internship, I stayed in a house with seven other people who I barely know before this... As I rack my brain to find anything else worth mentioning about, I guess not everything is about me. My surrounding changes, my friends changes. Another new couple in the school, dearest friends who found their half, friends who had to let go.. Well, I guess there is not much hope for yours truly to ever find her half, what else can she focus on? Study? Well, it's going to be another junction for her soon. Graduation, something to be celebrated as well as being scared of. Hahaha.. Why? Because it means unemployment. Hahaha.. Oh well, I guess it can't be avoided, everyone will experience it sooner or later. What else can she look forward to next year? Last semester of Uni life, kinda scary when I say it that way. Seeing my nieces and nephew growing up, with the occasional spoiling. Hahaha.. Which is kinda scary too, because it means I'm getting older, yet not more mature. Sigh. Oh, and I really want to change my lifestyle starting next year (now actually ;P) because I've been sick for too many times this year. I guess you'll see my new year resolution post soon. Oh yea, I haven't check off this year's list. Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and 2008 is the year of impulsive indulgence. I'm totally broke. :( Sad.. I wish Santa would give me a money tree (the same wish of s0hp0h, hehehe).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-107990870355855800?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/107990870355855800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=107990870355855800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/107990870355855800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/107990870355855800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-2008.html' title='Looking back 2008'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5010468418015577659</id><published>2008-11-14T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:52:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip Beat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SR0e7Q8zVvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kym6lgsHY4I/s1600-h/new_graphic_novel6949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SR0e7Q8zVvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kym6lgsHY4I/s200/new_graphic_novel6949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268401142604453618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to promote my ABSOLUTELY FAVORITE manga which has been made into anime and airing currently in Japan! So, since some people are more inclined to watch anime instead of reading the manga, I better promote the anime (hoping after you get hooked on the anime, you'll read the manga ;P). Hahaha... But I love both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip Beat! is about Kyoko, a girl who followed her childhood friend to Tokyo to realize his dream in the entertainment industry. Unfortunately, the friend, Sho, just treat her like a convenient maid. He got famous as a singer while Kyoko is still slaving herself earning money to support him. Daytime, she works in a fast-food restaurant. Night, she works at a small Japanese restaurant. She thought he is her Prince Charming. One day, she overheard Sho talking to his manager (who is also his lover) about Kyoko being his servant. Cheng, cheng, cheng. Instead of crying like what usual heroine of a shoujo comic does, Kyoko laughed, her "Pandora Box" is opened and all her 'demons' came out... She vowed to beat Sho in the same industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, begins the long road for Kyoko to get her revenge. On her way, she met with a lot of people and found that she actually does like acting (and have HUGE potential of being a great actress, said by many people) and just need to overcome some of her past and the revenge. Be sure to check it out! My description does not do it justice, you really got to see it to judge it yourself. Don't forget to look out for Ren Tsuruga! *swoon* Hahaha... I fell in love with the manga first, so I'll always think that the manga is better than the anime. But anime got movements and sounds! So, give either one a try if you are free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5010468418015577659?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5010468418015577659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5010468418015577659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5010468418015577659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5010468418015577659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/skip-beat.html' title='Skip Beat!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SR0e7Q8zVvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kym6lgsHY4I/s72-c/new_graphic_novel6949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-8723915849578797571</id><published>2008-11-14T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:20:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, skip this post!</title><content type='html'>1) link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2) share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) tag 7 people at the end of your post (link or not, up to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) let them know they are tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To lessen the pain/shame/embarrassment, I laugh at myself the loudest. &lt;br /&gt;2. My mood fluctuates like crazy, but it also depends on the company.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to read, yes, READING. But, it doesn't mean I read every type of books. &lt;br /&gt;4. I dislike "immature" jokes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Among all fairytales, I like Beauty and the Beast most.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish there is someone who would understand me/know what I'm thinking of without me telling. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to be good in cooking like my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck invented these tags? Not only I have to get it, I have to pass it as well. =_= Like a flu or virus is it? Oh well, I don't have a lot of friends who blogs, so so TERRIBLY SORRY, s0hp0h, Wai Hong and Soo Ling. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8723915849578797571?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8723915849578797571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8723915849578797571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8723915849578797571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8723915849578797571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/guys-skip-this-post.html' title='Guys, skip this post!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4822562449199696246</id><published>2008-11-04T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:33:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>I'm a hopeless romantic. Emma got to be my most favorite period movie of all times! I absolutely HEART Mr. Knightley! *swoon* Hahahaha... Not forgetting that I adore Jane Austen's books. Emma, Pride &amp; Prejudice, Persuasion, etc. Yeah, I'm really a hopeless romantic, even if I give off a more cynical vibe in general. Who would have guessed the moody and grumpy me loves love stories like these. Hahaha.. I do, I like it more than modern romantic movies. Hahaha... I'm just a sucker for those dashing gentlemen in those clothes, they looked more charming and handsome. HAHAHAHA... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really should not be blogging OR watching Emma for God-knows-how-many times. (Because I haven't practise for my presentation which will be on Thursday!) I keep re-watch the conversations between Emma and Mr. Knightley. And I love Emma's dresses, so simple yet elegant. I haven't watch the Pride and Prejudice movie though. Maybe I'll fall in love with it too. Hahahahaha... But I think, Mr. Knightley x Emma would be my favorite couple for movie. In books, Emma and Lizzy stand on equal ground. LOL.. This post is totally a 100% syok-sendiri raving. HAHAHAHA... Sorry if you find it boring you. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4822562449199696246?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4822562449199696246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4822562449199696246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4822562449199696246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4822562449199696246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1793177520978270603</id><published>2008-11-04T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:24:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz ;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 5px;" src="http://quizfarm.com/quiz_images/results/4488_2264.GIF"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/new/kakiari/which-pride-and-prejudice-girl-are-you"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;table class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="text_block"&gt;You Scored as &lt;b&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am Elizabeth. I am headstrong and intelligent. I love to be myself, and am very loyal to my family. I can sometimes be prideful and "prejudiced," but I try to remain open minded and I usually regret past mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.9NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjU3NzYzODk2MDkmcHQ9MTIyNTc3NjQxMDk1MyZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTBkMjUzYWQ*MzM5MjQ4YWY4M2I1NGVhZDQyYzJlMzc2.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1793177520978270603?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1793177520978270603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1793177520978270603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1793177520978270603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1793177520978270603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-p.html' title='Quiz ;P'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-246070261808782423</id><published>2008-11-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:15:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange dream</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream last night. NO, call it scary. It wasn't the scary type like the last dream I blogged about. But the scariness comes from the realness it felt. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was it about? Well, I don't remember how it started actually. Haha.. I remembered I was walking, on the way back home (which is kinda illogical lah, because I couldn't possibly WALK home, you know. Hahaha.. Unless it's not referring to my KL home. OMG, I think it is referring to here, in Penang. OMG. Just realized it.) OK, so I was walking home, then I saw this shop, sale I think. Haha. So I entered it. That is when I realized that someone had been following me all along. Don't ask me how I know. Sixth sense or instinct, I guess. So I pretend to browse and pretend I'm waiting for someone to pick me up or something. So that he will think that I won't be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was really blank, you know. I wonder why I didn't call someone with my phone. *shrug* Panic, I guess. So I kinda lepak at that shop for HOURS, but he is still there. Well, you might think that I got it wrong, that he wasn't stalking me. But who would lepak in a shop without buying anything? Mind still blank, I think I left and walked into another shop. Or it was the same shop, just that it has a cafe/bistro section? Well, I'm not sure. And it is not impossible, right? Nowadays, there are plenty of shops like that. You see what I mean by 'real'? So it was getting REAL late, and luckily my friends came! Well, I think I called them, because they kinda know what is wrong. Unfortunately, all of us were females. *slap forehead* Is this dream indicating that there is a lack of male friends in my life???? Uh... So end up getting scared together. LOL. Good thing is to be shared? HAHA.. Hmm, actually, I don't know WHY I felt I need to have a GUY to make me feel safer. I mean, that stalker is a MALE too what. Stereotype is a powerful thing, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly thought of calling a male buddy who lives nearby me. Tough luck. He won't come to save me. (Maybe because he isn't my Prince? Bwahahahaha... Dunno, he got girlfriend already anyway, and I treat him like a buddy. So much for a buddy, won't save me. Ha...) So, I'm getting scared by the minute. By the way, that stalker still not leaving. (Of course lah, if leave already, I won't need to be scared =_=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snap fingers* I'll just call XXX to bring me home! So, I called him. He picked up the phone, his voice like just woke up, and he DID just wake up. Lol. He asked me why I called him in the bloody middle of the night. I was like, it is THAT late already??!! How come this shop/cafe/bistro didn't close de??? Dreams, how logical can they be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say whether he is coming or not, or maybe I didn't heard him. Because at that moment, the shop-cafe-bistro is closing and I am freaking out. Lol. And my girl friends are leaving, being unable to help me, only can give me moral support and share my suffering. I'm like, die lah, sure DIE lah. Then I THINK (this part is blur because I'm waking up from the dream already) he did come, at the nick of the time? I hope he did. Because the stalker looks mighty strong and tall. &gt;_&lt; (And you would think, if he is not a stalker/bad guy, I would 'kap' him a bit. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw him later today. In real life lah. Hahaha.. I don't mean the stalker. Choi, touch wood. I mean the 'Prince'. LOL. And I'm a damsel-in-distress? I think the root of this dream came from the game I played yesterday. HAHAHAHAHA... So, I saw him and then remember the dream. And I was like, hmm, why did I thought of calling him de? I guess old habit dies hard. I promised myself I will not think of love right now, but the heart won't listen, eh? Anyway, I guess it is a tiny crush gua. Nothing dangerous. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true. Because when I met him, I found out he already got someone special. *Poof* --&gt; the crush being crushed. HAHAHAHA... Nothing's broken, thank god. Just another twinge in my heart that says 'Am I such a failure? Sigh'. Oh well, that aside, it is still a creepy dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-246070261808782423?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/246070261808782423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=246070261808782423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/246070261808782423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/246070261808782423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-dream.html' title='Strange dream'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-6535729385949753394</id><published>2008-11-01T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:38:47.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad habits</title><content type='html'>I told myself that I will take good care of my health after I get better during the last time that I was sick. I was really really earnest when making that promise. But here I am, stuffing junk food into my mouth, staying awake until late at night, etc.. I'm so angry at myself! Why can't I keep a healthy lifestyle?? I don't eat right. I don't sleep right. It's no wonder I get sick!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FED UP with myself! So from now onwards, here I pledge that I will led a healthier lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat right. Stop buying junk food. More fruits and vege intake please. Water, drink more. Don't skip meals just because lazy to cook, don't know how to cook, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep right. Be in bed before 12am! No midnight oil burning, please. Any jobs, tasks, DO IT in the daytime. No late night gaming, please. No late night chatting, please. Just stop staring at the monitor and shut down for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise more. Stop facing the PC so much. Go out, sweat it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No negative thinking. Oh boy, this will be hard... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do all the above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Will add when I come up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Please, please, stick to it. It's really sucks to be sick right? Oh dear, I talk to myself in real life. And I talk to myself in my blog too. I must be really sick.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6535729385949753394?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6535729385949753394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6535729385949753394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6535729385949753394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6535729385949753394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-habits.html' title='Bad habits'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5832650910591175754</id><published>2008-10-31T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:24:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>Dear God, are you playing with me? When at long last I gathered up all my courage to face it, you put an obstacle in front of me. Timing problem is it? Well, sorry about my timing, I don't have much courage (despite people think that I do, maybe my acting is good for Oscar, haha..) and to finally persuade myself to do it, I need HUGE courage and determination, so I took quite some time, I know. But if you keep make me delay, I can't hold my courage any longer. I know I have been the one who have been delaying it for so damn long, so now you are punishing me is it? I want to cry, but cannot, because once I start crying, I know I would have lost it. Like a tap being turned. And the courage would leave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Gathering courage is not easy for me, mentally I am exhausted. Physically will be affected by the mental, so I guess it won't be long the physical gets tired. Why? WHY? Why when I finally able to bring myself to do it, something will stop me. I don't know what I should do anymore. Give up? No, I MUST NOT even think about giving up, or else the courage will leave me again. I've been chicken-hearted for so long, I WAS glad that I finally decided to face it. But oh no, you just HAD to pour water on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try again? Would you stop me again this time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life = A game = A drama = A joke = A toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry, please don't ask me what is the thing I'm talking about. Nobody but only me will know. Nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5832650910591175754?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5832650910591175754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5832650910591175754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5832650910591175754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5832650910591175754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/10/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4710312550105386056</id><published>2008-10-31T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:16:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakened but better...</title><content type='html'>I better post something or else you would think I'm still sick. Hahahaha... I'm much better, thanks to sinseh and chinese herbal medicines. Luckily I went home last weekend despite having to rush my assignments. With Mom and Dad's nursing, I'm back to healthy me again, albeit still weak and prone to headaches. And I'm rushing my assignments. Hahaha... Did nothing last weekend, lie on sofa, watch Astro. Feel so guilty to my groupmates. Pai seh, and thanks a lot for taking over my part of task! Thank you for being understanding. Fever is no play play, plus vomit is painful. So now actually is curi-ing tulang from my work to blog. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have loads to blog about sometimes. It's just that some content is for some eyes only. Hahahaha.. Yea, I want to bitch about people. Hahahahaha... So, today is just to drop by to say hi, thanks for still checking my blog! Especially s0hp0h and wwh. Talking about update, woi, wwh, you also no update long time ar. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how true a friend can be? How sincere? How can one be called a true friend? Hmm.. next post maybe I'll continue this.. back to work now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I miss home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4710312550105386056?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4710312550105386056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4710312550105386056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4710312550105386056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4710312550105386056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/10/weakened-but-better.html' title='Weakened but better...'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1047293442707586798</id><published>2008-10-21T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:39:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill &amp; paranoid</title><content type='html'>Again I've not blog for awhile. Haha... What's happening in my life that make me so &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy to blog? Well, same old same old stuff. Just that this semester I don't have final exams. *unenthusiastically* Yay. What's so great about no exams? Projects and thesis sucks. Because I'm a lazy, unmotivated, lost-without-directions/orders person. Haha. And oh, I have to stay here for the project during semester break. &gt;_&lt; Give me a break, I had no long hols since last year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I've been having this sore throat for so damn long that I'm starting to become paranoid and think that I might caught something that is incurable. @_@ That makes me even more scared and anxious. Which makes me hard to get a good sleep at night. Because my mind would start thinking about how impossible can become possible and the more I worry, the more frustrated I become and I don't feel like doing my project and paper. I'm pathetic. Blogging about this makes me look more pathetic. Health is wealth, if I can have a next life, I hope I'll remember to take care of my health WAAAY younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the pills or my sickness comes with sleepiness, lethargy? Or is it just the lazy me? Hahaha... I don't know what to think anymore. If I can, I don't want to think anymore. But I couldn't. Why I can't be like others who are happy-go-lucky??? Because I think that ignorance is just temporary bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I wish Blogger have password-protected feature. Then I can complain about some people being so lovey-dovey that I have to avoid watching them so that I won't get goosebumps... ;P Or maybe this illness is making me sensitive to it. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1047293442707586798?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1047293442707586798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1047293442707586798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1047293442707586798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1047293442707586798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/10/again-ive-not-blog-for-awhile.html' title='Ill &amp; paranoid'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4242503232842692127</id><published>2008-09-13T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:36:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20 weeks Journey</title><content type='html'>My last day of training. I could probably tell you all about it until the cows come home. But then you'll probably bored to death before you finish reading. Hahaha... Someone told me that I talk too "detailed-ly". I mean, when I talk about something, it's full with details. No offence taken, because I think so too. Hahahaha... I think I really would bored someone to sleep or until they get too annoyed and reprimand me or avoid me next time I see them (or punch me in the face to shut me up, lol). Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This someone said is not that I cannot tell people about all my stuff, or lie to people, just tell what is sufficient and decline to talk more about it if I think I have said enough. The thing is, sometimes I just can't shut my mouth. Hahahaha... Nonono, I must not be in denial. So from now on, my posts will have lesser details. Hahaha... I'll just add more of my laughs in it to make it longer. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah, sometimes there are stuff that is personal to you, and blogging doesn't mean tell it to everyone. Blogging to me is about sharing a little about myself and also to record down the moments in my life, so that I can read back what that I've done or accomplish and tell it to my grandchildrens. Bwahahahaha... Thanks for that someone to remind me that it is not necessary for me to tell ALL or lie, just say NO if I don't want to talk about it. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my last day, it was a great, marvelous, happy day for me. Oh by the way, the last day is yesterday, in case you are wondering. Oh no, no details, no details. Hahahahaha... On that day itself, I was feeling all the warmth from the colleagues (whom I'm close with lah, not the whole dept, lol) and too busy to feel sad. It finally hit me this morning, that I no longer will wake up so early, ride van to office, nap on my desk (I arrive very very early, hahaha), kepo around, chat with colleagues when I'm free, get bullied by some (lol), joke and laugh with them, eat with them, hang out with Xifu and Ximou (as the name implies, my mentor, hahaha), oh my, I missed them already! So yeah, it only dawned on me that I won't get to do all that liao. Huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I had a lot of fun, so I should not be sad, hehehe... Thinking back, maybe God really had planned it that way. I really didn't plan to intern at Penang (being a frequent "homesick-er", KL should be my choice :P). But then I didn't expect to have very few offer from companies too. I had doubts too, during the first month of the internship. Did I make the right choice? Am I strange to stay here instead of going home? Many (MANY) people asked my why I choose to stay here. I guess that shaken my confidence of my decision. Even though Dad was more eager to have me home, but Mom said I can stay if I want to. That was all the support I need. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I had to keep assuring myself that I can do it, I can stay here and work, I can learn to be more independent because I was doubting my decision so much. Luckily for me, worklife started to be not so bad, I do enjoy it. And I begun to adapt to living outside of campus. I guess, with a positive outlook, all is good and will be good. Sure, once in a while there will be a bump, but with a bit effort, you can pass through it and be proud that you succeed. Hehehe... It really has been a great experience. If I had to choose again, I would choose the same thing. Hahaha... As time goes by, I learn to enjoy more and more of all the things that happened. Be it a lunch or a chat or a small but kind gesture from a colleague, I felt happy and content with life. I used to wish for a lot of things because I was not content with my life, I wished that things are different or better. Now I realized that life is how you think it is. Wishing for something better or resent or keep complaining about your life will just hide the silver linings. By appreciate everything and think of the good side of the situations, my life can be much happier and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;I'm being an annoying philosopher. HAHAHA.... No mah, want to share what is the most important thing I learned mah. Hahaha... And it is not just for work, it can be applied generally. Like since I didn't get to see my family as often as I want, I appreciate every trip back to hometown more. Getting calls from home is great too! It's sad to miss important events, but it can't be helped, getting depressed about it won't make it better. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough of life lesson talk. Let's talk about my last day. Went to a restuarant opposite Queensbay there for lunch (Friday 2 hours lunch, hehehehe). Since is my farewell lunch, I didn't need to pay. Hahaha.. But they say I ordered too cheap liao wor. But I'm not the type of person who would order the most expensive thing in the menu just because they are paying mah. Hahhahaha, see, I'm such a good person. Hahahaha... Even though it's "cheap", I don't mind. Having them eat with me is very give face to me liao. Hahaha... I got a feeling this post will get mushy at the later part. Hahaha... Then back to office. Since is last day already, no work lah. Bwahahahahaha... I start to clean up my place as you probably know, I'm a messy person. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the night before my last day, I cooked all night long. Hahaha... I made caramel custard to give all the colleagues as a token of thanks. Hahahaha... silly, I know. But well, I just want to give something as a leaving "gift". Other colleagues who left also gave something on their last day. Most gave ice cream (from the canteen downstairs, haha, so I thought something homemade would be nicer and more special. Hahahaha... I'm just a sucker for wanting to be unique and stand-out sometimes. Before this, I already tried cooking it for my housemates, and I get thumbs-up from them. Hehehe, so my caramel custard won't memalukan me. Hahaha... So I spent the afternoon giving out the pudding while thanking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking already done on Thursday (haha) because one of the other trainees have to leave 1 day earlier. Mostly took groupshots because not only me is trainee mah. Hahaha... There are 5 of us (including me). And not my camera mah. Hehe. I wished I took more "pair" photos though. Oh well, better than none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually in the morning, there was this prank that made me a bit boh mood. Hahaha.. This is the "bully" that I get loh. Hahaha... But my anger sort of lessen in the afternoon. I begun to laugh at it also. Hahaha... Is sort of, I "mengaku kalah" and "enjoy" the bullying while I am still here. Hahaha... Then they surprised me with a gift. Lol. It's a piggy head, the kind that you can squeeze here and there. Haha... And a "card" from them. Hehehe... I was really surprised and touched. (Ok, I'm getting mushy now, haha) It is really nice to receive a gift, even if something small. It's the thought that counts, eh? Hahaha.. I didn't get to thank them properly though, maybe is because I worried I might really tear up if I hug them or something. Hehehe.. Just hope my thanks expressed what I felt. Instead of tearing up, I smiled all day long. Because I was really happy. And still are! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Boy, it's an extremely loooong post, and you still want more details??? Hahaha... From now on, I'll let "private" be private, "personal" be personal. No offence, but I'm entitled to some privacy, right? Hehehe... Plus, I don't see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; telling me so much about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; life. Bwahahaha... And I respect that. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4242503232842692127?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4242503232842692127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4242503232842692127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4242503232842692127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4242503232842692127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-20-weeks-journey.html' title='My 20 weeks Journey'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-8574707556897008163</id><published>2008-08-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:26:19.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy times.... tiring times.... fun times.... sad times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SKw2sEFTR4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4R6xe632Hs0/s1600-h/muti-hued-tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SKw2sEFTR4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4R6xe632Hs0/s200/muti-hued-tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620597363165058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to watch movie with Xifu n Ximou. Must blog about it. Hahaha... To remember mar.. Later when I old liao, still can reminisce mar. Hahahaha... Very fun and happy~~&lt;br /&gt;I get to "miss" my van ride and ride Xifu's car. Hehehe... Watched Rogue, ok wor, short but got Michael Vartan, I like. Hahaha... Then go here and there, trying to decide eat what for dinner. Hahaha... As always, I don't mind, eat what also can lor... (not too expensive lar... hehe..) So went to this food court erm, called Telok Bayan or something like that. Bwahahaha... Ate honey chicken rice. Not nice, the honey is like sugar water :( Xifu and Ximou ordered Loh Bak and taiwanese sausages, so get to eat also. Hehehehe... This student memang chee yam, chee sik... Hahaha... Then they fetch me back. Aahh.. A few hours of bliss. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries leh? Well, I'm organizing a surprise birthday celebration for a dear friend here at Penang. I didn't know it would be such a tough job. Not only I have to arrange for all people's transport, I also buy the presents and cake. =.=" I think I'm the only organizer who need to busybody about everything... Thank God I have a helper, to lessen a bit burden and give ideas.. Thanks, you know who you are! ;P Not only transportation problems, also party pooper who just won't understand me. Go and blab/ask about the celebration with the birthday girl for what leh??? Where does the surprise will be then?? zzzz... Make me feel so tired only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad about having to move desk next month. Sigh, but I guess, I have sit at the current place for very long liao also geh, now just 2 weeks at new desk. Should be ok lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Oh yeah, last sunday I went to my senior's convocation. Felt a little jealous. Hahahaha... Gave him a pen with his name engraved on it. Hope he will like it. Then after that, I went to Tesco and then Bali Bali to watch the Olympic badminton final with housemates. Hahahaha... Never try that before. Quite fun also, you get to clap with the people who were watching over there. Gasp together, cheer together, sigh together, etc, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday pula went to eat curry mee with Rachel after work. Really on-the-spur kind of thing. She just ajak me during worktime and say will fetch me home. Hahaha.. Ate my favorite taufu fah also.. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now very sleepy... whole week also nice, full with great memories.. I hope this Saturday will be great too! I did put a lot of effort in it... nearly give up if not for helper.. hahaha... Maybe I'll post some pics of this Saturday up if I got time. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8574707556897008163?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8574707556897008163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8574707556897008163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8574707556897008163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8574707556897008163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-times-tiring-times-fun-times-sad.html' title='Happy times.... tiring times.... fun times.... sad times....'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SKw2sEFTR4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4R6xe632Hs0/s72-c/muti-hued-tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-7681904824639144503</id><published>2008-08-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:52:03.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxrfqKXdYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uE46zLCc3tk/s1600-h/102_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxrfqKXdYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uE46zLCc3tk/s200/102_2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175058735560066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 8 August 2008 which can be shortened to 080808, lol... And today the Olympic begun at 8.08pm. So I thought I just drop a post with this date also. Hahahahaha.. Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7681904824639144503?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7681904824639144503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7681904824639144503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7681904824639144503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7681904824639144503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxrfqKXdYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uE46zLCc3tk/s72-c/102_2942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-3693587170907742089</id><published>2008-08-03T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:46:11.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refurbished</title><content type='html'>Yup, yup, yup. As noticed by Wwh aka Charlie(lololol), SummerScent got a new look! Following s0hp0h's new blog, I decided to give mine a new skin, with the same colors. Hahahaha... Green is environment-friendly and better for the eyes. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hope you all like it, and doesn't hurt your eyes as much as the bright RED skin that I used to have. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time what do I should I blog about leh? The other photos, I leave it to another post lah, because it's cheating since I use photos to cover the lack of my typing. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about some food review? Just a simple one, I'm not a flogger after all, because I just don't have the financial capability to go a lot of different places to eat different kinds of food. I am, after all, a poor student, trying to get a degree and get my butt out there to earn some cold, hard money. Hahaha.. So, I eat what my wallet can allow me to, which means, cheap but stomach-filling food. HAHAHA.. what? It's true ma. Unless you are staying at home, you have to be thrifty a bit ge lor. Haha.. So when I get to go to some new places to eat some more expensive food, must be excited lah. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday went to this Japanese restaurant nearby for lunch since a colleague is leaving already. It's called Ichyo, I think it is located near the BJ roundabout there? Erm, yours truly is not that good in memorizing road directions. Hahaha.. So, ride in Xifu's car again with Ximou and Rachel. We got lucky, there were THREE cars in a row leaving their parking spaces. LOL. The atmosphere of the place is quite nice, but because it's lunchtime on a working day, there were many people there, luckily we already booked a table. For 18 people. HAHAHA.. The photos are not clear, because I took it with my mobile phone and the lighting there is dim. So, sorry if the pictures look unappetizing. Hehe.. I ate Set D of Hanchan Set Meal (it sounded so Korean, lol). There are a bowl of ramen, (I ordered the one with spicy soup) a bowl of fried rice and gyoza. Oh, before that, there is appetizer in a small bowl, I think it's different everyday, and the one I ate is fish (I don't know what kind, maybe salmon, hehe) and daikon soaked in soy sauce. The ramen is OK, the soup isn't the hot and spicy kind, more like the sour and a bit spicy type. A bit like Cintan mee assam laksa flavor. HAHAHA.. The fried rice is very flavorful, BUT a little too oily for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the gyoza, well, this is the first time I ate gyoza (I seldom order side dishes in Jap restaurant because set meal seems more stomach-filling, you know?). HAHAHA.. But even if I haven't ate any before, I can tell that this one is not nice. Why? It looked way different from the menu picture. HAHAHAHA... No lah, it's because hor, first, it's not plump. I mean, like sui gao (erm, dumpling? or dim sum? Hahaha.. or yong tau fu? XD), should be plump a bit ma, this gyoza was like not enough fillings inside. Hahaha.. Second is the skin teared when I pick it up. And it was cold. Maybe because they anticipated crowds so they prepared it beforehand? Maybe only that day the gyoza is like that? Hehehe.. Anyway, I'm only telling what I experienced. After all, taste is a subjective matter. One man's meat might be poison to another. So, do give the food a try. Haha.. Plus, I only tried the set meal, there are also bento, sashimi and others. Anyway, I had fun eating there, oh, they have these tiny TVs showing Tom and Jerry cartoons for you to watch while waiting for the food. Hahaha.. but the serving time is quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch ended with the complimentary ice cream (yum!) and photo-taking. Hahaha.. Erm, I didn't take picture of the ice cream, because I ate it as soon as I got mine. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxjSnBejvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pA4azHiwFNk/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxjSnBejvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pA4azHiwFNk/s200/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232166038461648626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chopstick XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxf1nEvNeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RckMnvhWeo8/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxf1nEvNeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RckMnvhWeo8/s200/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232162241724233186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fried rice and gyoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxj2G8R6tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WB0d0z3VkTU/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxj2G8R6tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WB0d0z3VkTU/s200/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232166648325204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ramen&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/28879151-3693587170907742089?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3693587170907742089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3693587170907742089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3693587170907742089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3693587170907742089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/08/refurbished.html' title='Refurbished'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SJxjSnBejvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pA4azHiwFNk/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-8054072302815006707</id><published>2008-07-27T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:22.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture time</title><content type='html'>Sorry * 1000&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. I know, I know, my blog is in hiatus. But, don't worry. My training going to end soon. So back to Uni, I'll blog much much more. Because more stressed. HAHAHA.. Actually I couldn't believe I'll say this, but I'll say it anyway. I like my training. :) Seriously. No lies. I'm GLAD I decided to stay at Penang for my training in this company. I got the chance to know more people and got a very nice xifu. Hahaha... Well, yea, I get homesick sometimes, but it's a very good experience, staying outside campus. Hehe.. So, what happened last month that made me feel like this? Pictures tell a thousand words (plus I'm lazy to type so much XD) So, here it goes, though, I didn't take any pictures at my training place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa1ixglAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cP7yUHj7b60/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa1ixglAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cP7yUHj7b60/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227582774640153602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Siew Yong's birthday dinner if not mistaken. Hahaha.. At Hidden Recipe. Quite nice and affordable. I like their grilled fish. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY4tjY-xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hD817Gvnges/s1600-h/102_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY4tjY-xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hD817Gvnges/s320/102_2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580630050077458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paintball! Yup, my first time playing paintball! Hahaha.. It was a lot of fun! Erm, who is that masked person??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY4wraMbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wnHTvuLrp58/s1600-h/102_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY4wraMbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wnHTvuLrp58/s320/102_2544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580630889017778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the coursemates who went to the paintball game. Many people right? Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY5HWNqkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QbMPby50rwM/s1600-h/102_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY5HWNqkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QbMPby50rwM/s320/102_2546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580636974131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL.. Posing for the photos only lah, not serious. It's dangerous, pointing the gun at people, ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY5SlBAVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MtvMRYPIZxg/s1600-h/102_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY5SlBAVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MtvMRYPIZxg/s320/102_2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580639989006674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the game, we went to KFC for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY57U31HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J2fQzjpSxRI/s1600-h/102_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwY57U31HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J2fQzjpSxRI/s320/102_2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580650927150194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And surprise cake for the birthday boy! Doraemon! lol.. Yeah, that is our nickname for him. Hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwdA3a84WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tIb2Zd8CNk0/s1600-h/102_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwdA3a84WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tIb2Zd8CNk0/s320/102_2681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227585168184500578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time at Paddington House of Pancakes!! Oishi! Yummy YUM!! Though, my wallet hurts. XD This is called Treasure Box. There are MANY choices of pancakes! Sweet or savoury, different types of pancakes, *faint* you'll just simply couldn't decide, the menu is thick like a magazine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa3KZ1KsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Vzibg8al9KQ/s1600-h/102_2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa3KZ1KsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Vzibg8al9KQ/s320/102_2673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227582802458127042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the drink I ordered at Paddington House of Pancakes. Mango fizzy something. ;P It was nice and refreshing. But because we ordered too much sweet pancakes, plain water is more suitable for me. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa2UlFvEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uCaiSEW4IlM/s1600-h/102_2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa2UlFvEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uCaiSEW4IlM/s320/102_2760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227582788009835586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, this is EARLY birthday celebration. Oh, it is a surprise celebration. Actually I was hoping this year I finally get to celebrate my birthday on the real day. (Hence the dinner at Pizza Hut on the REAL day ;P and organized by myself, so cham neh. hehe..)Mana tau.. But I'm grateful that at least they remember my birthday.. hehehe... thanks for the cake ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa2oQVkDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XUTusN-ydCI/s1600-h/102_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa2oQVkDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XUTusN-ydCI/s320/102_2754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227582793291501618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was at Starbucks. Hahaha... Hence, I didn't thought they would surprise me there. LOL.. It's the branch at Queensbaymall. Thanks for all who came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa2iC9NCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-NfsRen9swc/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa2iC9NCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-NfsRen9swc/s320/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227582791624766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the present that I received after the celebration, when Money dropped us off at U-height. LOL... I meant the bear, the doggy is my 18th birthday present. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwdA-P1XLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SRvLbHny3fc/s1600-h/n600080497_1417484_2876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwdA-P1XLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SRvLbHny3fc/s320/n600080497_1417484_2876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227585170016918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday dinner at Pizza Hut, I just got one photo only, sorry, I'll upload more when I get them from Soo Ling. Hehe.. So coincidence, same green color with Soo Ling. Seriously. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwdA6cwL5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jboa88Jzjx8/s1600-h/n600080497_1459682_8059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwdA6cwL5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jboa88Jzjx8/s320/n600080497_1459682_8059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227585168997363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Bon Odori 19th July 2008 at Esplanade. A lot people. Ate takoyaki. Caught gold fishes (hehehe), watch japanese performances, took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... looks like a lot of "first time" happened to me.. Hehe.. First time play paintball, first time staying outside (not hostel), first time cook potato with sausages bits (happened just last Sunday, XD not salty enough, but at least edible ;P). Oops, didn't take pics of my masterpiece, oh well, lots of opportunity next time, if I can get my cooking xifu to teach. LOL. I got a lot of xifu lately, one at workplace, one for cooking. lololol.. First time ride motorbike (obviously as passenger lah, because yours truly don't have motorbike license, lol.. thanks, Song Yeow, for the ride to pasar). Again, didn't take any pics. Well, how to take? Hahaha... First time ride colleagues' cars for lunch. (Well, i worked before during school break, but I never have gotten to ride any colleague's car. lolol..) Ate lunch at a lot of different places that I have never been before (hence, first time ;P). First time ride cousin Raymond's colleague's car back to KL. First time go to Bon Odori festival. Ahahaha... so many first time.. Well, like my roomie said, everything has a first time. I guess she is right, without the first times, I wouldn't know what I actually can learn and experience right? Hehe.. I heard a quote before, "life is an experiment". And so, I vow to experience all that I can while I live.. (of course, I won't go and experience stuff that I know is bad for me, hehe.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Wishes to July babies!! Happy birthday to Hiew Wei, Yik Yen, Sue Yee and me. LOL.. Oh, my favorite month is coming to an end.. Huhu.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Oh! Wishes to CKY also! Thank you so much for sharing the good news with me! *HUGS* Remember, if you are happy, I'll be happy too! Take care ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8054072302815006707?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8054072302815006707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8054072302815006707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8054072302815006707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8054072302815006707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-time.html' title='Picture time'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/SIwa1ixglAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cP7yUHj7b60/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6235195891158858642</id><published>2008-06-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:24:31.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchy</title><content type='html'>It's Friday. 2 hours lunch break. Was feeling down in the beginning of the day. Heard about colleagues talking about Friday lunch yesterday. Was blur. Asked a colleague more about it. He told me about the colleagues were planning Fri lunch, he didn't know nobody ask me. But he is 98% not going. LOL. Most of the seniors I am close with are not going. Wondered why. Probe for more info. It's to celebrate 2 of the colleagues birthday. Sigh. Thought about what to do for my lunch break if not follow seniors, which I've been doing after stopped following the other trainees. (Can't blame me lah, mamak food is not my kind of food, especially if the maggi goreng is so not tasty at all). During today's breakfast, the colleague (whom I asked about the lunch) said I can join also lah. But I feel that if I follow just like that, later I would feel like an uninvited guest lor. Furthermore, those I'm close with are not going. Colleague scold me. Said I should mix with other people also, not just them. And it's not they purposely didn't ask me want to join or not, it's because I don't have (company) email account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, go back to desk. The colleague sitting next to me ask me want to join them lunch or not. ^_^ Make me quite happy. LOL. But still worried. Those who go, most I don't know one. (Because I never had a formal introduction to everyone, that's why sometimes I feel that my existence here is unknown, invisible) But decided to join, after all, the (previous) colleague is right, I should grab this chance to know more people. But with this 'only-talk-when-I-am-talked-to' attitude of mine, I hardly can hope much. Then they add me into their (MSN lah) group chat. I had a hard time restraining from laughing out loud. They are very funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the way to lunch, got to know the driver of the car that I tumpang. Also USM CS grad. Somehow, I don't know why, if I found out that someone is also from USM CS, I feel more comfortable talking to her/him. Maybe because CS seniors is seniors, lol.. I have this silly presumption, seniors are different from adults. LOL. Then I feel I can talk to them without feeling like I am a kiddo. Actually I am an adult also. But I don't feel I'm any different than last year. Still an immature, chicken-hearted, childish, blur kid. Hahaha.. Anyway, I'm glad I join the lunch. Even if I was a bit uncomfortable before the food comes. Because I'm sitting opposite the supervisor (not mine, but still a supervisor pangkat lah). &lt;br /&gt;I kept silent, only listen to what all of them say. But couldn't fully blame me also lor. All speak in Hokkien. I just can understand a bit. Felt like an outcast. But still, I feel that now more people realize my existence. Hahaha.. So no regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my... I am really a very insecure person who like to over-think about something so trivial like this. What to do? I'm just not good in socializing. I know, it's a terrible excuse. Hopefully I'm progressing? Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6235195891158858642?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6235195891158858642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6235195891158858642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6235195891158858642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6235195891158858642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunchy.html' title='Lunchy'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5908954673687225179</id><published>2008-06-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:49:07.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L0v3 resolution part2</title><content type='html'>Love: Realized something important after a long, hard thinking and reflection. OK lah, something happened before that. Maybe I misunderstood a certain someone's signals and hints, but that is not important anymore. I have finally realized that I am at a stage where I couldn't stay in love with a person for long. I felt so wrong, using the excuse that that someone is not my cup of tea, it's like saying that person is at fault. But now I know, it's me. It's me who have problem. I don't think I'm mature enough to be in a relationship. The period between falling in love and falling out of love for me currently super damn short. Hahaha... I develop crushes as easy as snapping a finger. Hahaha... OK lah, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is exaggerated. LOL. So instead of risking hurting other people's feelings (and mine also, of course. Hehe..), I think it's better for me to stay single and available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight.. Again, I didn't achieve my goal of sleeping early... Hahaha... Oh well... sometimes socializing is not that bad lah, plus got food to eat also.. lol.. (Went to eat green bean soup cooked by Song Yeow ^^) Good night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5908954673687225179?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5908954673687225179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5908954673687225179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5908954673687225179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5908954673687225179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/06/l0v3-resolution-part2.html' title='L0v3 resolution part2'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-6572775109684543064</id><published>2008-06-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:49:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L0v3 Resolution</title><content type='html'>*hugs X 100*&lt;br /&gt;Long time no write! Until FINALLY a fan of my blog miss me so MUCH that he start to complain. LOL... Didn't you know? I was waiting for someone to admit that he/she miss reading my posts. HAHAAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah, it's my laziness again. Just like what s0hp0h commented, after work, feel tired, go to sleep, wake up, go to work, after work, feel tired, go to sleep, w.. You get the point. But it's a pathetic excuse. So, let's get down to business. Let's talk about me, me and ME. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Pretty good. The graph have gradually rise up from the pit bottom(if you read my previous post, you'll understand). I think I've begun to adapt to the environment. I don't mind having tasks actually (because it is so damn boring if I just sit there with nothing to do but have to pretend I have something to do XD) and I feel that every task is an opportunity for me to learn something. Might not be relevant to my studies, but still useful. Anyway, so far so good lah. I'm grateful for that. I'm grateful to my seniors as well. Somehow I prefer to refer my colleagues as seniors, not sure why, maybe is because most of them are CS seniors (CS students from USM who have already graduated). So they don't seem old to me. Hahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social: Pretty good also. Weekends go out for dinner, movies, etc. Saturday go eat home-cooked lunch at upstairs neighbor's place. Haha.. Last weekend went to Poh Ying's brother's wedding dinner. It was fun! I haven't been to a friend's wedding (albeit is actually her brother's) so it was really nice. Went with Soo Ling, Chia Shin they all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: To be continued. I need to sleep or else I'll be drowsy all day long at work tomorrow. Actually, I am always feeling drowsy regardless I sleep early or late. Hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6572775109684543064?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6572775109684543064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6572775109684543064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6572775109684543064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6572775109684543064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/06/l0v3-resolution.html' title='L0v3 Resolution'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-476355259418371870</id><published>2008-05-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:17:37.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I blog... As usual, when I'm free to blog, I don't have the Internet connection (at home). Or I have the line, but I'm busy/ didn't bring laptop (final exams). Now... well, been adapting to work life (training) and living outside of campus. It's not easy, I'm still not adapted. Hahaha... More of the work life, living outside campus is still OK, just that I couldn't go home as often as I did usually. Because I'm working as a trainee who apparently doesn't have annual leave, medical benefit and have to write down what I did everyday (for my report later). And the company doesn't recognize some public holidays as duh, holiday. So, lucky I went home during Labor Day break, but still feel homesick. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... working now.. How should I say it? It's not bad. It's not good either. I'm repeating history. I'm going through the depressing and tension period that I went through during work in KL after F6. I was lucky that time to be able to make it through. How about this time? Will there be any guardian angel taking care of me? I think maybe not. That is why God want me to repeat this life lesson, no? Sigh. Feel so useless and stupid. People keep saying I'm clever. But how come I don't feel that way? Especially when working. Studying still OK. What is the use of getting good grades if I can't cope in the dog-eat-dog world out there? Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time, I better go sleep now. Feeling feverish. Getting sick. EXACTLY what happened last time! God is playing with my life? Hah. Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. You are right, my dear. Being alone makes me think of nonsense. So what should I do? I AM alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Housemates are nice and good cookers. But I really shouldn't have eaten rice for dinner. Because I'm getting more feverish. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-476355259418371870?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/476355259418371870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=476355259418371870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/476355259418371870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/476355259418371870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4770202223965581054</id><published>2008-03-29T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T03:28:20.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Second Year</title><content type='html'>Current time: 3.10am&lt;br /&gt;Current place: hostel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I doing so late in my room, still blogging? XD&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not rushing assignments... Assignments are FINISHED, at least until next semester. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not studying for final exam... &lt;br /&gt;Nope, not insomnia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... I went out to let loose all the stresses, tensions, and all the negative feelings I've been having lately. Had great fun! Eating until so full, laughing at the jokes and teasing. Hahaha... But unfortunately I still haven't replace all the sleep that I lost this week. Broke record, slept for only 1 hour for a day. Hahaha... So, I look sleepy and 'chan' right now. Oh well, at least now I have ONE WHOLE WEEK at home to rest. And play! Hahaha... Since my industrial training will start immediately after my final exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrial training. The thing that has been my constant main stress. Hahaha.. Is finally settled. Guess what? I'm doing it here at Penang. Hahaha.. Don't know if it's the right choice, oh well, I have to go through it then only know right? Think of it as a challenge gua, to be more independent. Anyhow, after I made my decision, all things seems better.. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh... Another semester. And next semester, I'll be third-year student. Then graduation. Time flies. I'll be moving out from hostel. Going to miss it though. Because had a lot of memories with it. Especially this semester too. No more going kepo with coursemates living near my room. No more late night oil burning together. Hahaha.. I'm definitely going to miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Not going to be online at home. So, go read other blogs for this whole week. HAHAHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4770202223965581054?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4770202223965581054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4770202223965581054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4770202223965581054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4770202223965581054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-second-year.html' title='End of Second Year'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5742187605938018725</id><published>2008-03-23T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:44:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>Today's horoscope for Fire Tiger: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have enough courage and perspicacity to solve your delicate professional problems. If you've to travel far, be prepared for annoyances of all kinds. The friendship sphere will be very much favored: you'll make new friends, and your old friends will be of great help to you. You must show more patience toward your children. Toothaches for certain natives; strengthen the enamel of your teeth by activating the production of saliva with the chewing of sugarless gums; go without soft drinks, and drink your coffee or tea without sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5742187605938018725?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5742187605938018725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5742187605938018725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5742187605938018725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5742187605938018725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-8534869811158666989</id><published>2008-03-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:23.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, love and laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R-UmjexUvNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cyaztq4HD8M/s1600-h/shigure2100x100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R-UmjexUvNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cyaztq4HD8M/s400/shigure2100x100.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180589337356844242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, love and laugh. Catchy? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am ashamed to admit that I think I haven't live my life to the fullest. Ya, I have fun once in a while, but it's not the "full" life that I dreamed of. I may look tough and grumpy but I am actually really very chicken-hearted. LOL! That's why people say "Don't judge a book by its cover". And because of my cowardly personality, I don't like taking risk. I would avoid it rather than face it. And that is why I don't live my life to the fullest. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the life that is lived to the fullest? How do you live it to the fullest? Nobody has a manual/guidebook to teach them how to live. Well, then, how do one know if he/she has live to the fullest? lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Everyone knows it. Everyone wants it. Everyone needs it. There are many kinds of love; family love, siblings love (duh, not incest lah), friends love, animal love, etc. The greatest love of all: true love. Is it really? But how do people know that they have found it? XD Yea, yea, you got those movies that "show" you about it. But how is it in REALITY? Don't tell me there is another manual to teach people to recognize true love. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. Yea, I like to laugh. Had experienced those laugh-until-stomach-really-hurts a lot. And I laugh like nobody's business. I mean, you probably can hear my laughter from some distance. Well, if you need to control your laugh, then won't it be not natural? I mean, laughter is something like a reflex right? Well, kind of. Of course over the time since we were still *ahem* innocent babies, we have learned about fake laugh, polite laugh, outrageous laugh, evil laugh (hehehe...), etc. But if you think about it, babies don't think twice when they laugh, do they? And they don't have polite laugh and all those variety. They just laugh. That is probably why we love babies so much. They don't control, they don't pretend, they don't fake it. They laugh when they like it and cry when they don't like it. Haha.. Is laughter really the best medicine? I don't know, but I think it helps. At least it helps me. Hahaha... And it doesn't take much to set my laughter off. I just can't help it! Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. to the one who likes to hear my laugh, hahahahahahahahahahahaha.... thanks! never knew there would be someone who like my laughter. I personally think my laugh are weird and loud. Hahahahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R-UneuxUvOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/y1N0kNKX44o/s1600-h/430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R-UneuxUvOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/y1N0kNKX44o/s320/430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180590355264093410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8534869811158666989?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8534869811158666989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8534869811158666989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8534869811158666989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8534869811158666989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-love-and-laugh.html' title='Live, love and laugh'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R-UmjexUvNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cyaztq4HD8M/s72-c/shigure2100x100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6613179242097280184</id><published>2008-03-14T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:23.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R9nwPYbHGMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oUJHUGEygvk/s1600-h/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R9nwPYbHGMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oUJHUGEygvk/s320/daisy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177433393683962050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a vow to myself, right here, right now. That I promise myself I will not intentionally or unintentionally, show off my good fortune so that I won't hurt people's feeling. Like what I am feeling right now. So that I can criticize those people who likes showing off without worrying people saying me, pot calling the kettle black. Or was it the other way round? *inset: evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I vow to keep this promise as long as I live. Because I now know how it feels like to be on the other end. A little of tact a day is like an apple a day. It keeps offensive feelings away. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6613179242097280184?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6613179242097280184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6613179242097280184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6613179242097280184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6613179242097280184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R9nwPYbHGMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oUJHUGEygvk/s72-c/daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-8209674459376388295</id><published>2008-03-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:23.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast food, fast comfort</title><content type='html'>Another sad day. Hahaha.. Another gloomy day. Hahaha.. I should stop with the gloomy and depressed mood, because I don't need another new nickname. Gloomy Summer. Hahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah, it's not that bad lah. Just wasn't in the mood to do anything. No wait, specifically, I was in the mood of doing anything but my assignments and reports. Yes, it's about my applications again. No wait, it's not exactly that. It's just that seeing someone else &lt;s&gt; advertising &lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt; telling to the whole world &lt;/s&gt; saying how compan&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IES&lt;/span&gt; phoned her after she accepted the first one. Jealousy? Probably. But more of eye-rolling, please-be-more-tactful-lah. Ah, I'm getting sick of it already, so let's talk about something more cheerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the dinner invitation from the very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt; friend (arranged my transportation too! So touched!), eating fast food with gusto, joking and chatting with great friends, I'm recharged! Mentally and er, physically no lah, because ate fast food ma, high calories and fattening, bad for body, haha, I guess just mentally. Which is very important too! So I am very grateful to all of them. Arigatou gozaimasu! I now know that I am not really alone actually. I have great friends in KL as well as in Penang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Cool, if you are reading this (I guess you probably won't XD), just want to say, if you are a guy, I sure fell in love with you a long time already. LOL. I mean, are  you psychic? You know all my thoughts and feelings. Hahaha... Maybe you are my Momo-chan. (reference to Kimi Wa Pet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Took my first picture with a cosplayer! Chi from Chobits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R9lOt4bHGLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MgFCbNMmFP8/s1600-h/102_1732edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R9lOt4bHGLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MgFCbNMmFP8/s320/102_1732edited2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177255796786272434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8209674459376388295?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8209674459376388295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8209674459376388295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8209674459376388295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8209674459376388295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/fast-food-fast-comfort.html' title='Fast food, fast comfort'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R9lOt4bHGLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MgFCbNMmFP8/s72-c/102_1732edited2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6189140194213223933</id><published>2008-03-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:19:33.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Another period of busyness is expected for these few weeks... Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, FYI, I'm still not OK. I mean, yea, I'm fine here, breathing, alive, talking, still a normal me. But I still haven't overcome my mountain. Yea, God answered my prayer for my assignment, but now there is something more. And I really sincerely hope I can make it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my applications for industry training to the companies have been unsuccessful (an understatement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to sound so gloomy and depressed lately. Although I got my batteries charged by going home last week, I'm not sure if it's enough. Talking about going home, maybe it's been awhile since I went home (another new record *applause*), on the journey, I wasn't feeling very enthusiastic. Why? I should be shouting with joy right? Hmm.. maybe I'm too burnt out? Or there is something weighing my mind so heavily that I couldn't feel happy. Or to be accurate, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; let myself to feel happy. Me very weird hor, torturing myself. Haha... Yup, it's the industry training thing. Who won't feel depressed when everybody around you is having a dilemma of choosing which offers while yours truly is having a dilemma of not even one tiny little offer. And that leads to destructive thinking: is there something wrong with me?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Feel like running home for refuge. Shut away the problems. Distance myself from the world. Haha... I'm such a coward.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Who would have guess that election provided me a chance to bond with Dad? Hahaha... Both of us were glued to the TV for the result until 2am. Compared to the 'younger' me, I won't even &lt;s&gt;care&lt;/s&gt; know who's who in the election. Haha.. About the election result, well, no comment except that I think there is good and bad effects. Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Thanks for the love, my darling. (You know who you are XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6189140194213223933?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6189140194213223933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6189140194213223933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6189140194213223933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6189140194213223933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-2098599464484658462</id><published>2008-03-02T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:53:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>I cried yesterday night. It is the second time that I cried here. Same like last time, I was alone. Same like last time, I was exhausted, body, mind and soul. But last time, crying helped lessen the tiredness. But this time, crying won't get me to anywhere. Maybe because last time was more of homesickness and being alone here. This time is more of having a very terrible day. I even snapped at my friend, I'm very sorry... Despairs is eating me up inside. Who can help me? When will the tough gets going? I've been by everyone's side when they need me, but where are they when I need them? Am I really alone? Why do I feel so lonely although I'm surrounded with people? Do I need to climb pass this huge mountain by myself? Can I make it? Oh God, please lend me your strength. I don't think I'm strong enough. Please lead the way, I think I'm lost. Lost in this huge turmoil in my life. Please stay with me. I feel lonely, very lonely. Please lend me your courage, I'm not brave enough to go through this alone. Please answer my prayer, I need your help..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-2098599464484658462?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2098599464484658462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=2098599464484658462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2098599464484658462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2098599464484658462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-8823013202237000183</id><published>2008-02-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:23.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlighten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8LMNOj6XCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gb4DNvYFxAs/s1600-h/Cherry+blossom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8LMNOj6XCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gb4DNvYFxAs/s320/Cherry+blossom+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170919849793838114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what woke me up today? A phone call! I jumped up from bed thinking "Shit! I'm late!" because the coursemates who stay at my hostel and I will wait and walk to school together and if anyone is late, we'll call them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a surprise was waiting me, plus making me super wide awake. The caller was my niece. Sobbing on the phone, I couldn't hear properly what is wrong with her. After some soothing words (got to have some skills lah, I'm an aunt for TWO cute nieces and ONE handsome nephew what^^), I managed to get the gist of what is wrong. She didn't finish her homework, so, scared about going to school. The reason why she didn't finish them during the weekend can wait. Right at the moment, finding the solution fast would be the highest priority. Since I'm in Penang (obviously I couldn't go to her right away, plus she study in a Chinese school and I'm a banana XD), I called Dad and ask him and Mom to go there ASAP. Then called back my niece to tell her Grandpa and Grandma is coming so don't cry anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why this small incident compelled me to blog it down. Or why I feel happy. No, I don't take pleasure in other people's misery. Maybe her call reminds me that I am needed. And my call to my parents reminds me I still have people who loves me. It makes me feel ALIVE. And suddenly my world don't seem so blue anymore. I guess I've been feeling blue for the wrong dilemma. My "personal adviser" is right, the more I want to distance myself away, the more deeper my feelings grow (which is the opposite of what I wanted!!). So I should just carry on as usual than avoid the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little morning incident reminds me that I should be grateful because I AM loved and I love them! Maybe it's just not the right time for me to have the "other" kind of love at this moment probably. I might not be able to handle it now anyway. So, I'll just let destiny and fate to do their works. In the meantime, I'll be there to wipe the tears of anyone who needs me and also as the listening shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8823013202237000183?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8823013202237000183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8823013202237000183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8823013202237000183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8823013202237000183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/enlighten.html' title='Enlighten'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8LMNOj6XCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gb4DNvYFxAs/s72-c/Cherry+blossom+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6430118060838518902</id><published>2008-02-24T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8EcCOj6XAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/393YyQo6prw/s1600-h/forgetmenot1280x1024na.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8EcCOj6XAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/393YyQo6prw/s320/forgetmenot1280x1024na.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170444671792077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to hear is "What's wrong?". Not "Cheer up!". Not any other words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the blues today. The only logical reason I can provide is that since one of my big projects has executed successfully yesterday (Thank you for all those who came! Your presence is most appreciated!), so the blues is filling up the void left after the project's worries is gone. I couldn't think of other reason. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the musics today is all blues... Which make me feel more blue. It's a vicious cycle. But I'm just not in the mood for any uplifting music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey or sunny, I still got other reports to hand in. Let's hope someone will come and blow away my blues ASAP. Who am I kidding? Myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6430118060838518902?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6430118060838518902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6430118060838518902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6430118060838518902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6430118060838518902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/bluish.html' title='Bluish'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8EcCOj6XAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/393YyQo6prw/s72-c/forgetmenot1280x1024na.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6523160756461007988</id><published>2008-02-23T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little soul-baring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8Ae0Oj6W_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DseOvKUK5AU/s1600-h/lily-of-the-vally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8Ae0Oj6W_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DseOvKUK5AU/s320/lily-of-the-vally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170166254832081906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a listener is not easy. I'm not boasting (why would I boast about it?), just that I have been a listener for a few friends and although I give calm and objective advice, I frequently find that I couldn't give advice for my own situations. Ha, ironic right? I think so too. I'm not looking for any pity or sympathy from you, I really just feel why I can listen to people but I don't have much listeners. I don't mean I don't have friends that I can trust but I just don't feel like burdening them with my problems (since I know how burdensome it can be being a listener, not that I'm complaining).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm inspired by the very funny but honest conversations with a very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; friend to have a little soul-baring. She might not know it, but she made me realize a very important lesson; sharing both your joy and sorrow with others is much better than bottling them inside you. But, let's take baby steps and uncork my bottle a tiny little bit? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I really couldn't help but wonder why. Why do I keep falling for guys that are not available (single, but unavailable). I don't mean the 'fall deep deep, head-over-heels' kind of thing, just some mild feelings. Hmm, why mild? Because I will held back myself. Because I know it's impossible. Because I will build a wall in my heart. I don't mean I'll avoid them or anything. Just that there will always be a limit. A boundary. A distance. No matter how much I enjoy conversing with them or having their company, I'll always stop myself from doing or saying anything or showing any emotions that will hint any of my hidden feelings. Instead of being infatuated, I become a buddy. Am I a bad person? Hiding my feelings, kind of feel like two-facedness. But what else can I do? I don't "steal" from other's belonging. I believe that if you steal something today, you will lost something else tomorrow. I'll stick to my principle, so thanks but no thanks. Having another buddy is better than being in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;triangle&lt;/span&gt; situation. Or maybe I'll get rejected anyway. So, I guess it's true, Cancerian have hard shells on the outside, but is actually soft and weak inside. I guess the shell &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt; to be hard in order to be able protect the inside. I may look strong, but I may be weak inside. (I was a crybaby when I was small, no wait, I think I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a crybaby. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I said (and I do) put a distance in between us, it doesn't mean I don't feel hurt. Not that serious-one-sided-love kind of hurt. Just that when every time I remind myself to step back, I get a small stab in my heart and pride also. Why pride? Because I'll start to think, is there something wrong with me? Am I always the kind of girl that can only be a buddy? (As close as the word 'buddy' sounds, in actual it is not that close. Why? Because I just said, there will always be a wall(built by yours truly). And you don't want to be the character of Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding, do you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess it'll always be a mystery to me. No other solution but to held onto my beliefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6523160756461007988?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6523160756461007988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6523160756461007988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6523160756461007988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6523160756461007988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-soul-baring.html' title='A little soul-baring'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R8Ae0Oj6W_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DseOvKUK5AU/s72-c/lily-of-the-vally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-2911231174307894791</id><published>2008-02-15T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:24.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R7WA2uj6W-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KmcataNI-vc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R7WA2uj6W-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KmcataNI-vc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167177825177459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. A really long while. Well, a lot of stuff happened... And it'll probably takes a while for me to tell the long story. I better cut it short. Hehehe... For your own good also what. No need read my boring stories so long... Lol.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around end of Jan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out firsthand that rumor is a powerful thing. If used wrongly, I think world domination is possible. (inset: evil laugh) How did I find out? You see, at that time, there were rumors (I didn't witness it *touch wood* and I didn't hear it from someone who witness it personally, so that is considered rumors, right?) about sightings of orang minyak in one of my Uni's hostel. As the days goes by, the sightings became "incidents" and the locations increases too. My hostel was rumored to be one of the locations as well. Well, what do you think happened? Panic lah. Of course it's a bit absurd to be panic so fast since it's still all rumors. Then, a friend of mine said the committee people confirmed about it wor, panic level hit the roof. Not specifically mine, but generally lah. But since I did not hear the confirmation firsthand, I still feel a bit skeptical. But what is skeptical when all the people around you panicked and all finding ways to get out of hostel for awhile? &lt;br /&gt;Can't beat them? Join them. So I spent a night sharing a bed with course mate, Cool (Thanks a lot for allowing me to stay! Was scared but chatting and gossiping with you was really fun! Hehehe...) and a week at my Penangite course mate, Arale's house (Thank you for sheltering me and PY! I like the ice cream from near your place! Hahaha). Hmmm, now that I think of it, it's not my style to act so rashly. Hahaha... But what would you do? Your logical brain is telling you it is absurd, but your superstitious side is getting some goosebumps... Then, it was time to go home! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Feb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stories to tell my KL friends. XD It was Cheryl's birthday, celebrated at Kim Gary. Too bad Donald was not around that day. Then, CNY shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More CNY shopping! XD Oh yea, I moved. So take note, my dear friends (OK, not many people phone me, but should inform lah..) my old house phone is not available anymore. Hahaha... Kitty sms me and asked why my phone is disconnected. Sorry, I didn't tell you earlier, my shopping buddy! XD Oh, this is also the reason I didn't blog... haven't apply new phone line at my new house... No Internet for a whole week... I survived! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th, 8th, 9th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year!!! Gong Xi Fa Cai!! With thoughts of tests and project deadlines at the back of my mind, I celebrate this year's CNY with gusto. Lol... Since I have to be back to Penang on Sunday, of course I have to enjoy my CNY to the fullest. Hehehe... Didn't get to eat my favorite biscuit (kuih kapit) until I'm satisfied though. Mom tell me to bring a tin back, but I don't think this delicate biscuit can survive the journey. Oh well, eat lesser means lesser weight gain... Hahaha... Had another great day visiting houses of friends. Hahaha, mine included. Since it's new house wor, give me face and visit. Sorry about the wrong direction though. I just stayed there less than a week, plus I'm not really good with directions, hehehe... But it's really hilarious, me keep phoning Kitty and Donald asking if this is the right way to my house (I was in the most front car to lead the way) XD Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th - now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy. Assignments! Tests! Reports! Projects! I want my CNY hols to be longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy Belated Valentine's Day!! Guess what? Got a forwarded mail from Momo, Chinese Horoscope prediction: Tigers - It will be a quiet year for singles. XD I bet it will be true for me... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Phew, what a 'short' long story... Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-2911231174307894791?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2911231174307894791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=2911231174307894791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2911231174307894791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2911231174307894791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R7WA2uj6W-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KmcataNI-vc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-3993780764130069731</id><published>2008-01-21T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:33:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired n weary</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I feel soooo tired and sleepy lately. Because I'm lazy? Well, I've been lazy all the while, so probably not the reason. Facing laptop too much, resulting in blurrier eyesight? Possible. Too many late nights and early morning? Possible too. Too much stress and worries? High probability. That's not all. I keep having weird dreams too. Too many TV? Nope, I don't watch TV at Uni. Sigh. But now my biggest problem is the humongous zit on my face. Specifically, just at the corner of my mouth. Talk about strategic location. If it's on my other parts of my face, I won't bother much. But this is unacceptable. Why? It hurts when I eat. When I talk. When I brush my teeth. And for God's sake, it hurts when I smile. Just one big zit to make my day so blue.... I'm lucky today is a holiday (Thaipusam), but what about tomorrow? Pray it will shrink before tomorrow, else I'll be so embarrassed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm not over-sensitive. It is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3993780764130069731?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3993780764130069731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3993780764130069731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3993780764130069731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3993780764130069731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired-n-weary.html' title='Tired n weary'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1074479019475068254</id><published>2007-12-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:24.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R3jj9O-_79I/AAAAAAAAADk/IiURWa8u1g0/s1600-h/vancouver-fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R3jj9O-_79I/AAAAAAAAADk/IiURWa8u1g0/s320/vancouver-fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150116815032020946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... The lazy gene in me has delayed my new year resolutions making. But it's not too late. I still have 4 hours before the fireworks begin. Hmm... what was my 2007 resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, eh, ah, um ... I forgot. Let's make a new one. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summer's 2008 New Year resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait. It's too general. You could hardly blame me not fulfilling my resolutions if it's that ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay away from fast food. OK, maybe just once per month. No, make that TWO months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study at least TWO hours per day. Get rid of my games addiction. And my manga addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat less chocolate. And doughnut. And fattening stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Empty the trash can more often. (Sorry roomie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't spend recklessly. Buy what I need, not what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be more sociable. Don't frown when with strangers. Or looks as if will bite them if they come near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be more confident. Speak up. (Oh, this is an old one. It's forever on the list.. SIGH..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stop worrying about not having a boyfriend. Enjoy single life! Like spending all your money on yourself only. Muahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I can think of right now.. Resolutions don't necessarily done only before or during New Year, right? I can always add more when it's needed... OK lah, I'm just lazy to think more. Hahaha... I want to watch my K-drama. Oh, must add that in the addiction list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone! Hope 2008 will bring more happiness and joy to your life! And mine too! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1074479019475068254?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1074479019475068254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1074479019475068254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1074479019475068254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1074479019475068254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R3jj9O-_79I/AAAAAAAAADk/IiURWa8u1g0/s72-c/vancouver-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-74863132634664135</id><published>2007-12-22T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R4C6n--_7-I/AAAAAAAAADs/-o2vTk5jRrU/s1600-h/IMG_9433watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R4C6n--_7-I/AAAAAAAAADs/-o2vTk5jRrU/s320/IMG_9433watermarked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152323169796747234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of sun, sea, sand and a pretty boy in tow will sure revitalize anyone! (except candle princesses I guess XD) Haha.. Had a great time de-stressing (not that my current stress level is at any dangerous level XD), frolicking with ahem, my latest boyfriend, and pigging out (where I now suffer the consequences: the deadly SORE THROAT &amp; FLU &amp; COUGH). Hope I didn't spread it to my boy boy... Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R4C64O-_7_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jB3-9s7iczM/s1600-h/IMG_9441(watermarked).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R4C64O-_7_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jB3-9s7iczM/s320/IMG_9441(watermarked).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152323448969621490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute right? ^.^ I'm in love... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-74863132634664135?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/74863132634664135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=74863132634664135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/74863132634664135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/74863132634664135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-break.html' title='Have a break!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R4C6n--_7-I/AAAAAAAAADs/-o2vTk5jRrU/s72-c/IMG_9433watermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-782678326075378554</id><published>2007-12-19T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R2kNZO-_74I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vRSKyeHyT5E/s1600-h/608DB-strike.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R2kNZO-_74I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vRSKyeHyT5E/s320/608DB-strike.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145658776417726338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of lounging at home and hardly breaking a sweat, coming back to school proves to be a muscle-challenging task. My legs are screaming "No more walking please!!", my arms are shouting "Anymore heavy boxes or water pail and we'll go on strike!!", my joints are aching. Oh no... I'm sounding like a fifty-year-old woman! *groan* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who cares. It's there and real. I wish Santa would give me a massage chair. XD Lucky got a few days to rest. Yep, Christmas is near. Ha... How I wish I was small again. writing letters to Santa, leaving biscuits for him, even though I know he might not come to my house because it doesn't have a chimney. And how my letters wouldn't even reach him. Hahaha... the good old days.. I still remember the Christmas Eve where I realized the Santa is my sister. Lol.. Those were the happy days. And now? Well, I don't get presents from Santa anymore. Gift-exchanging yeah, but that is different. How will I spend my Christmas Eve this year? No idea. Probably watching some old Christmas movies on the telly, I guess. It doesn't sound so bad as it is. Spending some rest time on the couch is heaven to my exhausted muscles. Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-782678326075378554?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/782678326075378554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=782678326075378554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/782678326075378554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/782678326075378554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/12/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R2kNZO-_74I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vRSKyeHyT5E/s72-c/608DB-strike.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-3706058700953602512</id><published>2007-12-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:49:15.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny &amp; Random</title><content type='html'>Totally random. And funny. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your New Year's Resolutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyournewyearsresolutionbequiz/newyears.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get a pet rat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat less onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Travel to Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Study witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Get in shape with belly dancing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyournewyearsresolutionbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3706058700953602512?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3706058700953602512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3706058700953602512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3706058700953602512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3706058700953602512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-random.html' title='Funny &amp; Random'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4595304171713500811</id><published>2007-12-11T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:26:11.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's time to go back to school! Whoopee. So my holiday is coming to an end. So is the year 2007. How did I spend it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday? Pretty quiet, I guess. It's not bad lah, if I say it is boring, it will just make me take for granted the comforts of my home. So, I'm glad I can have tasty home-cooked meals, air-con bedroom, TV (yay!), hot-water bath, etc, etc, even if it's only for a short period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year? Er, I guess it's OK too. Ah, I'm in no mood of recounting what worth-telling stuff that I did in 2007. Can I take a rain check on this? Haha... So I guess this is just a short post to say I'm still breathing here, don't worry. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Time for the New Year resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4595304171713500811?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4595304171713500811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4595304171713500811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4595304171713500811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4595304171713500811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-2616847441533455297</id><published>2007-11-28T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I too greedy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R0xMpJI08rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OfgdwiTNA9o/s1600-h/suzumiya_haruhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R0xMpJI08rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OfgdwiTNA9o/s320/suzumiya_haruhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137565544634184370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too greedy? 'Why I could be content?' is something I badly want to scold myself for. I just want things to be like usual, you know. Yea, I know changes is inevitable but I am trying to adapt, just need more time than other normal people. Life cannot be static, yea, I've long realized that... but it seems I still can't fully accept it.. More importantly is why I still being upset over petty, trivial stuff.. Could it be PMS that distorts the small issues??? No, no, I'm giving excuses again.. to deny how selfish I am. How I always think about me, me, ME. How I get upset over things that only concern my own happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it so wrong to wish for a holiday where I can do what I want, eat what I want, sleep as long as I want? I know it's not like I won't get another holiday, but it's only the one that I'll get for this semester because after next semester, for my long holiday, I'll be WORKING. That's right. Well, it's not that I haven't worked before. But this is my industrial training. And I'm really really not sure what I've been studying at school will be sufficient for me in the dog-eat-dog world. Trust me, it's really a "big box of chocolate" out there. You'll never know what you'll get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I admit, I'm worried about the training. Plus the part where I have to choose which company and the nerve-wracking, nail-biting, sweat-pouring interviews. So I thought that this holiday will be spent ahem, recklessly. Hahaha.. My ass. is the only thing that is getting recklessly bigger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece is staying over. Not that unusual. But this time, she'll be here until my WHOLE holiday is over. so much for some peaceful timeout. There goes the hours that I planned to play the laptop too. Plus, she's joining my return to Penang. Mum and Dad drive me back every new semester. Right now I'm having urges to tell them that I'll ride the bus back this time. Too bad the hotel room has been confirmed. And even though I'm thinking of going back by bus, I really want them to drive me back. Because it's hard to go back after a holiday at home. Yea, I still haven't got over my homesickness, so sue me. Though, the long bus trip kinda bored me a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm having the shortest holiday &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; (among my friends) pissed me off too. So much for a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-2616847441533455297?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2616847441533455297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=2616847441533455297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2616847441533455297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2616847441533455297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-too-greedy.html' title='Am I too greedy?'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/R0xMpJI08rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OfgdwiTNA9o/s72-c/suzumiya_haruhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-5427493151223925165</id><published>2007-11-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:45:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad week</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm back from my hibernation. Finished exams. Had a short trip to my coursemates' houses at S. Perai, Ipoh and played host at my house too. Gained a few kilos from the Ipoh food tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be home. But lately, life is so f*cked up that it's not even funny. I guess primarily it is due to my inability to adapt to changes. Oh yea, I haven't blog anything about the wedding. Oh, the whole thing went quite well despite the fact that I'm not really suited for the "host" role. I'm better as a "guest" usually. Haha.. Less work. I'll post some photos up, but don't get your hope high. It could be awhile before I get my hands on them. Because I forgot to charge the battery beforehand, so I left all the photo-taking to the pro. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not get side-tracked. A new member of the family in my house. Whoopee. Last time wasn't so bad. After all, Sister and Bro in-law moved to their new house, so I get to keep her room. Hahaha.. Well, this time.. Exchanging my big wardrobe (OK, it's not that big, but the biggest in the house anyway) with Bro's wardrobe sucks. Hearing Mum says I'm going to get it back when we move really really sucks. I mean, you take it away from me and use it, THEN you throw it back to me??? I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the wardrobe belonged to Sis and was handed down to me, so I wasn't the first owner, but this is different. I didn't return it back to Sis after I used it, did I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK, I still can tolerate it without saying a word. So, they get the master bedroom WITH the toilet (my favorite toilet, by the way). (At first) I didn't realize that means I couldn't use that toilet anymore.. Bugger. Fine, fine. Take it, TAKE IT.  Go ahead, take all that you want, why don't you? Better do it in one go, slowly killing me is boiling my blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my line got taken. Oh no. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; crossed the line. I can't take it any longer. If I don't find a way to release the anger, I'll burst out anytime. *punching the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. There are something else too. My application for swimming as my co-curricular activity for next semester failed. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it's a very very tiny stuff to get disappointed about. But getting this news when I'm already dealing with the issues above, it felt like a big blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, having bugged by someone who couldn't decide whether her ex cheated on her or not, irritates me more. I mean, I spent so much effort trying to answer your questions thoughtfully and as wisely as I can (after all, I have no experience whatsoever) and yet your reply is something that a person, who is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; determined to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; "in love" regardless what he did wrong, would say. This is an example of letting emotions controlling you mind. Scary. I wonder why she is so afraid of becoming single again. Kinda feel like an insult to single people out there (like me). Ah, why do I care anyway. Had enough of being tactful this time. Go ahead, criticize me. I'm an evil, cold-hearted old maid. Yea yea, I haven't been &lt;s&gt;dumped&lt;/s&gt; in love before, so I don't understand. Not my fault, you know. No, wait, it maybe my fault. I'm a fat, couch potato slob who talk and laugh loudly everywhere, a "four-eyed" computer nerd (sort of, for my studies anyway XD) who likes manga and anime and a hopeless sucker for K-dramas and J-dramas (oh, and chocolates too XD), not exactly an attractive partner for love, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5427493151223925165?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5427493151223925165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5427493151223925165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5427493151223925165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5427493151223925165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-week.html' title='Bad week'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5778142180555984351</id><published>2007-10-27T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:09:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Huhuhu... So, I've decided to leave my number one distraction at home. Without it and the number two distraction (the idiot box XD), I hope to be able to study my fat, lazy ass off this semester. And so, I won't be able to blog for awhile. (Hehehe... good excuse! Muahahaha..) Don't miss me too much, ok? Ahahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not going to blog for a few weeks, what should I write about today? Well, if you really want to know, my study isn't progressing as planned.. Barely touched the book. Hehehe.. And my dreams lately are becoming weirder and incomprehensible. Wait, they are supposed to be weird and incomprehensible right?? Just that it's weirder lately, and that makes me want to sleep longer. To see how it continues. Hahaha.. So my brilliant plan of waking up early (at least once) to study is dashed. Aww.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I watched a Jdrama that's um.. intriguing and thrilling.. Though, towards the end, you can somewhat predict how the storyline goes. But it's a nice drama for a change (You know the usual, sweet (or sad) romantic dramas (I love those too!!), this is definitely not the sweet or sad type). Give it a try! It's called Sora Kara Furu Ichioku no Hoshi or A Million Stars Falling From The Sky, starring Takuya Kimura. XD Don't be fooled. He's NOT the good guy in this drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5778142180555984351?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5778142180555984351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5778142180555984351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5778142180555984351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5778142180555984351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4948874624107752766</id><published>2007-10-26T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:56:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lucky colour XD</title><content type='html'>Look what I found today! My lucky underwear colour! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Lucky Underwear is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and extroverted. You've made relationships your number one focus, and your lucky blue underwear can bring some balance to them.&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in one-on-one situations. You are a good listener and a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you let the concerns of others become too important in your life, leading to stress and worry.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more balance, put on your blue underpants. They'll help you take care of yourself first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I better buy new ones in blue colour. Hahaha.. Or maybe dye the old ones blue would be cheaper. Brilliant idea, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Wondering if I should change my blog skin. It's near the end of Year 2007 after all, a new blog skin would freshen up the page! Hahaha.. But, I still like the current skin. Hmm, maybe I search around if there is any skin that catches my eyes and then we'll see how. Maybe I should start now, seeing how fickle-minded I can get and how LONG I take to decide.. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4948874624107752766?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4948874624107752766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4948874624107752766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4948874624107752766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4948874624107752766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-lucky-colour-xd.html' title='My lucky colour XD'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-7209871379116787068</id><published>2007-10-24T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:24.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rx7Xgm5kDxI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqYgxblDypQ/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rx7Xgm5kDxI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqYgxblDypQ/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124770381191974674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I finally went to The Gardens on last Monday! -.-" Don't know why I'm rejoicing just because of that. Just to sound cool, I guess. Hahahaha... Aiya, it's not really that cool, unless you got big bucks to buy stuff from there. Really BIG bucks, mind you. So was just window shopping as usual, though not before accompanying Mum to buy new shoes for my Bro's wedding. Oh! I forgot! Hehe.. I get to attend the wedding after all. The paper I was scheduled to take on the day after the wedding was postponed to a day later. Lucky! Oh well, maybe some of them complained about only having ONE day of holiday for Deepavali. It's kinda sad too, I mean, it's their New Year (I mean in their religion calendar) and how can they manage to get back home to celebrate if only one day of holiday is given? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, was finally getting my lazy ass off the couch (and bed, XD) to post something in this neglected blog (Poor blog...), when I saw that s0hp0h was fighting with me in Facebook and the reason given is... because I didn't update my blog. -.-" OK lah, it's my fault, but my street credit keep dropping because I keep losing to you ar.. And it's no use if I pick fight with you since you got SO many supporters. That would be like digging my own grave lah. Hahaha.. Oh well, I DID say you can beat me if I neglect this blog, I guess virtual beating is also acceptable. Lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what was it that I wanted to write about? Oh yeah, so &lt;s&gt;holiday&lt;/s&gt; study week is almost over T.T and I haven't made much progress in my revisions. Huhuhu.. And I'm having a hard time deciding whether to bring the number one distraction machine back to Uni for the finals. You see, for the last two semester, I leave it at home during the finals, since I KNOW I couldn't concentrate in the exams with this wonderful machine around. But that was also because the exams only took two weeks. This time it's THREE weeks. Look, I'm addicted to it. I doubt if I can manage to stay away from it for 3 weeks without any *ahem* permanent effect on me. But then, I'll be coming home for a few days (for the wedding lah) after a week. So I can get a dose of it before finishing my exams. But will I get the time to do it? After all, I got to help out for the wedding, PLUS studying for the Stat paper I'm having (since the plan to study it during the study week is umm, abandoned). Ah, I'll decide about it later, it's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap* This isn't the real topic I wanted to write about! I wanted to write about the mystery of coming out with various stupid, lazy excuses (inside my head) just to sleep a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; while longer every morning before Mum comes in and wakes me up. There, I've wrote it. XD OK, I got to go cook my lunch now, til then, au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7209871379116787068?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7209871379116787068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7209871379116787068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7209871379116787068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7209871379116787068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/late-morning.html' title='Late Morning'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rx7Xgm5kDxI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqYgxblDypQ/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-2138470639093188199</id><published>2007-10-19T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:15:53.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do'h</title><content type='html'>Went to the new Pavilion today after a disastrous lunch with Donald, Dolphin, Kitty and Sook Ping. Sworn I'll never go back there. No, not Pavilion, I meant the place we had lunch. My lungs just got blacker after an hour there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we found at Pavilion? J.Co Donuts &amp; Coffee! Ok, I confess, I didn't know it is a famous doughnut shop before Donald told me about it today. I only heard about Krispy Kreme from s0hp0h. Would really like to try tat one day. If it ever open in Malaysia. So, there was a long queue when we got there, and you can totally see its kitchen with the bakers busy baking new batches of doughnut non-stop. Apparently the queue will be longer after the office hours end. Or so Donald said. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are selling one doughnut for RM2, and it gets cheaper if you buy half a dozen, or a dozen, and so on... So, we bought two dozen and split it accordingly to how much we wanted. I think there are more varieties but I guess they couldn't bake fast enough. So I picked four, a Tira Miss U (not bad, it's soft and fluffy), a Jack Black (whole thing covered with chocolate, surprisingly the chocolate is not too sweet, has a bit of bitterness too), a .. forgot its name ... but it smell like mango (haven't eat it yet, leaving it for breakfast tomorrow) and a Snow White (covered with powder icing sugar with vanilla cream inside (Dad ate it, forgot to ask whether he like it or not). I haven't tried any other brand before except Dunkin's Donut, so I can only compare J.Co with Dunkin's I guess. Hahaha.. Since you can practically see they take the doughnuts out from the oven, hence it's fluffier and fresh. So for the moment, J.Co gets my vote. That said, my goal is to taste Krispy Kreme and see how it fares. But I guess I'll have to wait for a long time to get that chance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is I didn't pick the original flavor (glazed). Hmph, maybe next time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. In case you think I didn't bought enough for Dad and Mum, or I ate theirs XD, Mum doesn't like sweet food, so an extra for me. Hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. It's an Indonesia company XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-2138470639093188199?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2138470639093188199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=2138470639093188199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2138470639093188199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2138470639093188199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/doh.html' title='Do&apos;h'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-7644817740667203119</id><published>2007-10-15T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RxJWym5kDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/WUaMCut23Dw/s1600-h/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RxJWym5kDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/WUaMCut23Dw/s320/doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251153709108978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm back at home! Actually already passed a few days since my return. Due to my usual procrastinating nature, I postpone posting any new, juicy gossips. Ooh, I can see you paying more attention to my words. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossips my foot. More like a stubborn stain that won't go off even after repeated washing. You tell me what to do with someone who ask for your advice but only yearn to hear what she wanted to hear, not the real, sincere, honest advice that you would give. Who want to waste their time, energy and money(the phone bills) just to get frustrated because that person didn't really pay attention to what you said for the damn last hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. I have yet experience that girl-boy love (Oh, brother-sister count or not? XD), you know what I mean *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eyes rolling&lt;/span&gt;*. So I don't have the power to criticize or gloat, but I know that you have to love yourself before you love somebody else. Just like, "you have to be a friend before you befriend someone", if you do not love and take care of yourself, how do you want to love another? And love should not be forced. Never. That's my principle. (Maybe that is also the reason why I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; keep having crushes on people XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this also make me ponder about something. Does love really make you blind? Blinded by the heart, until your mind couldn't think properly? This really worries me a little. So, right here, in this blog, I would like to ask you a favor. If one day, I got blinded by love and you know about it, please help open my eyes. I don't mind slapping or splashed with ice cold water, just wake me up. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7644817740667203119?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7644817740667203119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7644817740667203119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7644817740667203119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7644817740667203119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RxJWym5kDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/WUaMCut23Dw/s72-c/doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6316059456409722343</id><published>2007-10-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:34:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll live today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll live today and die another day!&lt;/span&gt; That's what my Brother told me that's what James Bond said when I ask to borrow his intelligence and courage for my scary presentation in front of, not only the lecturer but also the seniors and "super seniors". Not just some seniors, but those top seniors who won this and that competition.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Luckily it went OK, nothing bad or sad happened. our presentation was only so-so, well, what do you expect? It's a last minute job. After all, I had many other projects to rush, can't solely focus on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed back to watch other groups to present, until it's already midnight. -.-" Well, the starting time was delayed half an hour, plus each group used more than 20 minutes, so it dragged until so late. Since I didn't eat much dinner (too nervous), my stomach was grumbling. Luckily it's puasa month, the canteen opens until morning (I think). My group mates and I shared a plate of nasi lemak that I heard from my roommate that it's delicious, but I never had the chance to try before. (Supper is fattening for me, haha.. ^^) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing super about it, only that the rice is nicer (santan is the reason, of course) and the ikan bilis and kacang is freshly fried, so it's crispy, unlike the usual ones during dinner. They cooked the food for dinner very early, obviously some is leftover from lunch, so the food tends to be cold and not crispy anymore. Then quickly went to sleep. Had to wake early, got a class at 9am. Overall it was a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lame saying. Yeah, it's kind cliche and lame but it did give me a &lt;s&gt;bit&lt;/s&gt; lot emotion support. You know how people say, when you say it to yourself many time, you'll believe it. Or pretend to believe it. Hmm, I might adopt it to become my "slogan"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Gambate to everyone who are having their finals now or soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. I miss home a LOT! Counting the days... 6 more days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6316059456409722343?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6316059456409722343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6316059456409722343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6316059456409722343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6316059456409722343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-live-today.html' title='I&apos;ll live today!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-2117482981329427552</id><published>2007-10-03T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:48:59.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Fuse</title><content type='html'>Currently Summer lacks of sleep. Actually she herself don't know how many hours she needs to sleep to feel satisfied. Probably impossible to satisfy this lazy pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Summer is rushing god-knows-how-many reports and projects. There are reports due on each day, so she lost count besides losing sleep. Besides sleep, she also loses her temper very frequently especially when she's sleepy, cranky and crabby. Her patience is growing thinner. She always &lt;s&gt;accidentally&lt;/s&gt; biting her group mate's heads off when they disturb her. She didn't mean it. So she want to say sorry. But Summer is also tired of ordering them around. They don't want to take charge, so what should she do? She hates dividing tasks, gathering and combining the parts and checking all the spellings because this "leader job" makes her looks inhumanly fierce and evil. Why? Because she is not the type who can gently and patiently cajole or persuade people to work. She is more like barking out instructions, explaining stuff acidly if you ask questions that she thinks you supposed to know or should at least find the answer yourself, and her face looks glum and fierce, sometimes can kill at one glance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Summer is blogging because her cool future dentist is accusing her of being lazy. Which is so true. But, Summer has a report to hand in tomorrow and a test too. So, this is the end of today's news on the life of the crabby Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-2117482981329427552?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2117482981329427552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=2117482981329427552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2117482981329427552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/2117482981329427552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-fuse.html' title='Short Fuse'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-424927004051366890</id><published>2007-09-10T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:14:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster day</title><content type='html'>Whoopee! It's the roller coaster week! My emotions take a deep dive into the dark underground below, then soar up the beautiful sky above and then down again, the cycle goes on. It's the week where I crave for hot drinks and chocolates, want to curl up in bed and sleep instead of waking early for classes, get all moody and felt as if I'm surrounded by Dementors and might snap or bite at anyone who rubbed me the wrong way. Oh, and sometimes I get cramps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a coincidence (The detective in me said there is no coincidence. Too much crime novel reading. Haha.. ) that I was reading a dear blog buddy (s0hp0h ^-^) and she wrote about her auntie visit and the extra package that she brings, I got visited by my auntie too. Hahaha.. it's as if the visits are contagious. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got some bad news too. Sigh. Looks like this semester I'm having final exams that lasts THREE f*&amp;!@ weeks! SIX papers in THREE weeks. Each paper separated by three to four days. Bloody hell. I usually leave the laptop at home during finals (cause I know my addiction to it, hehe..) to focus on my exams. That was last year, and that finals lasted for TWO weeks. I can still manage for two weeks without laptop, but I'm REALLY worried what will happen if I'm laptop/Internet-deprived for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the only bad news. The second one involves the family. And I haven't break it to them yet. Ooh, it's related to my finals too. I got a paper on the day after my beloved brother's wedding. So how can I attend the wedding and also be &lt;b&gt;on time&lt;/b&gt; for my exam paper?????? And how do I tell my brother that I couldn't attend his wedding???? And my own disappointment of not being able to be there. Ah, just typing out my bad news already pissed me off. Oh, maybe it's just the PMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-424927004051366890?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/424927004051366890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=424927004051366890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/424927004051366890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/424927004051366890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/09/rollercoaster-day.html' title='Rollercoaster day'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-545744629024085386</id><published>2007-09-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RuIH43X6ybI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxCsUIPyaTc/s1600-h/shigure2100x100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RuIH43X6ybI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxCsUIPyaTc/s320/shigure2100x100.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107653600909904306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I should be doing my reports and projects instead of blogging. Hehehe.. However got to satisfy this sudden urge of writing. Just finished writing a quite big part of a fiction I'm doing. But the ideas were not coming out in a chronological order though. So, I have to finish the early part and links the fragment parts before I can post it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not the thing that triggered my desire to write. I was surfing around, checking my Friendster account (but actually I think there is nothing much to do in Friendster except it let me keep in touch with my friends, some who I have VERY VERY long time no meet and probably will never meet again) and so basically I was just doing something else instead of my reports and projects. Then I saw my old blog and couldn't resist reading it again. (I'm a sucker for the past) I realize there are a lot of things different back then. My style of writing has changed, more cautious on spelling and grammar. Well, it's not like I'm showing off what level of English that I have, I already get told that several times a day especially during group projects, where I'm ALWAYS the translator-cum-spelling checker, just because I get Band 5 for my MUET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to lash out at them: Just because you got a band lower than me doesn't mean your English is bad and you can't write the reports. Use the report writing as a chance to improve la.. I didn't get good in English by telling other people to write for me. I just like reading books since I was small, and this helped me improve my English. Writing-wise la. Talking is still so-so. But that I guess is due to nerves, rather than limited vocabulary. Damn. Aren't I showing off by writing a whole paragraph of this??? But then, I admit, I'm still not satisfied with my English. It can be improved WAY much more. Like they say, if you don't use it, you lose it. I use mandarin more at Penang, not much opportunities for me to talk in English, except presentations. Which is not a good way for me to practice since I get SO nervous and all. And with all the studies and projects, I don't have the privilege to read fiction books at a leisure pace. Or money to buy them. Haha.. I read my Harry Potter in the bus, on my way home. It's a good distraction, for the journey lasts around 5 hours. So, using correct spelling in my blog is my way to practice. And because last time I got so used to typing shorten words like u, nid, dun, etc in my blog and smses, that I wrote them in my exam essays. Of course I notice the mistakes and corrected them, but imagine the minutes that I can save from crossing out the word I just wrote wrongly and my essays will be more neater with all the criss and cuts everywhere. Oh, no. Let's not get sidetracked for too long. Telling grandmother stories, like what my coursemate like to say about herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying? Oh, my old blog. Yea, another thing is, there used to be more people reading my blog than now. :( Does that means my new style is not good? Not appealing? A post from s0hp0h's blog reminds me of the quiz I took. Remember the addiction I had for quizzes? s0hp0h wrote about the reason she write her blog is not because she want other people to read it. SHE wants to read it herself. Remember my quiz result was I'm a "look-at-me" blogger? Previously I said I don't think I am. Now, on a second thought, I think, honestly, it's true, I AM a look-at-me blogger. See how I complain about no one (except s0hp0h) reading my blog? Even though I "advertised" it in my msn messenger. And how long I choose the perfect blogskin? And how I post pictures so that people won't get bored and sleepy just by reading my words? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my old blog seems to have more "me" in it. I poured more emotions into it. I'm not saying I don't love this current blog. What I mean is the posts are more personal, "more me". Maybe this is why nobody notice my current blog. *sniff sniff* Hahaha... This caused me to decide that from now on, I will write for myself, not for other people. And I will not hold all my emotions into my heart. I'll loosen up and I'll smile, laugh, cry, sob, beat, bash, kick in my blog. I will (and should) not care about what people think of what I wrote. Will I be able to do it? I sincerely hope so. So, that's all for today. Ish, the line has disconnected already. I'll save this in notepad and post it tomorrow morning. Good night, sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-545744629024085386?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/545744629024085386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=545744629024085386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/545744629024085386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/545744629024085386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/09/retrospect.html' title='Retrospect'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RuIH43X6ybI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxCsUIPyaTc/s72-c/shigure2100x100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-8967463471084007688</id><published>2007-09-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:26.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting the blog again.. Soorryy... It's been &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; VERY busy lately. Let see, this Wednesday hor, I have a presentation at 8.30am (if I so 'lucky' to get chosen *touch wood*), then a test at 10am, after that, got to rush to another test at 11am. At 3pm, there's another test. Like Chinese people like to say, "Do 'big business' also got no time". I'm THAT busy. Sigh. Plus, my mid semester break is &lt;s&gt;cancelled&lt;/s&gt; postponed to my study week. So tiring.. It's like my work never stops. After I hand in this report, that report is due. After this project, there are those projects. Oh well, I'm just grousing around to vent my frustration. I guess, everyone is as busy as I am, if not more. If that is the case, let's take a break and come to read my blog! Hahahaha... Let's give you some eye candies, hehehe... Some pictures from the dramas I'm watching or I WANT to watch. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry about the layout, I know my layout skill sux, and I don't have time to combine all the pictures into one big picture. But still, the pictures don't do them justice! They are hot! Wahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rtke6HX6yXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gR9G0oYJ7YI/s1600-h/yeh070626en8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rtke6HX6yXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gR9G0oYJ7YI/s320/yeh070626en8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105145636361783666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RtkfLnX6yYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wIfYodfoYjo/s1600-h/gong-yoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RtkfLnX6yYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wIfYodfoYjo/s320/gong-yoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105145937009494402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RtkfkXX6yaI/AAAAAAAAACM/yuixI8umXwQ/s1600-h/nodame02pre1LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RtkfkXX6yaI/AAAAAAAAACM/yuixI8umXwQ/s320/nodame02pre1LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105146362211256738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RtkfZXX6yZI/AAAAAAAAACE/7YIgFUGJiMo/s1600-h/noda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RtkfZXX6yZI/AAAAAAAAACE/7YIgFUGJiMo/s320/noda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105146173232695698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8967463471084007688?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8967463471084007688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8967463471084007688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8967463471084007688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8967463471084007688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rtke6HX6yXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gR9G0oYJ7YI/s72-c/yeh070626en8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-3413369961904989762</id><published>2007-08-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:24:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help needed</title><content type='html'>Help!&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody! To keep me focused in finishing my projects, assignments, tutorials and studying! I'm getting addicted to the Net and its weird, distracting, beautiful, attention-grabbing, interesting, colourful, &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; contents. For example, the blogthings website where it has plentyful of quizzes to let you find out something funny or quirky about yourself! Like, what donut are you? (a Powdered Devil's Food Donut, huh? Weird name, but it looks tasty anyway..) Or what flavor of ice cream are you? (Rocky road chocolate, yum!) What kind of soda are you? (I'm Coke, hahaha) Are you a cheapskate? (Nah..) What Christmas ornament are you? (the angel at the top of the tree, cool..) What kind of cookie are you? (chocolate chip cookie, oh yum!!) What dessert are you most like? (Double yum! Brownies! I'm getting very hungry now...) What sports car should you drive? (I don't even own a car, let alone a SPORTS one. Hahaha) What kind of cake are you? (Chocolate cake!!) Notice how many of them are chocolate flavored? I'm such a sucker for chocolates... Hahaha... What kind of blogger are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Look At Me Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/look-at-me-blogger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute pics, blog drama, whatever it takes to get traffic.&lt;br /&gt;You're notorious ... either loved or hated by all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really? Nah, don't think so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... Someone help... Give me a HARSH scolding! Threaten me! Kick me! I got tons of serious stuff to do and the deadlines are very near!!! And tests all around the corner.. Oh I know! Ban me from my laptop! Oh wait, cannot... If like that, how to do my assignments and projects? *slap forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3413369961904989762?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3413369961904989762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3413369961904989762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3413369961904989762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3413369961904989762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-needed.html' title='Help needed'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4321846903912702887</id><published>2007-08-08T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:24:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hahahaha... I'm rare.... Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4321846903912702887?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4321846903912702887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4321846903912702887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4321846903912702887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4321846903912702887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1916710661524851671</id><published>2007-07-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rq9d82WowSI/AAAAAAAAABs/VoGK0gy9WEE/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rq9d82WowSI/AAAAAAAAABs/VoGK0gy9WEE/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093393003543314722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post today. Damn busy and TIRED!!!! The everyday walking are killing me.. Or should it be my legs? And I thought 3 weeks is enough to adapt back to Uni life. More like getting harder and harder as the time goes by. Assignments! Project proposals! Quizzes! Tests! (I got a management test tomorrow, and I'm here blogging.. tsk..tsk..) Oh no, I really got to sleep now. Tomorrow's class is at 8.15am! Test tomorrow! AH!!! I HAVE to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Why don't they have a Harry Potter test? I'm sure I can score that easily. Hahaha... I've finished reading the book. Don't ask me for spoilers, you can find them on the Net anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Oh, the book is actually my surprise birthday gift from my Dad. He bought it at Popular. After the boycott fiasco. He said Carrefour and Tesco sold out. Hahaha... Should have told him to buy at Borders. Cheaper ma. But why am I complaining? It's a present after all. Heehehehe... Thanks, Dad! Good night, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS. Above is the second surprise cake. Thanks, s0hp0h for the birthday post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1916710661524851671?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1916710661524851671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1916710661524851671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1916710661524851671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1916710661524851671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rq9d82WowSI/AAAAAAAAABs/VoGK0gy9WEE/s72-c/DSC00513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-3792217675442634786</id><published>2007-07-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:19:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me look like a celebrity? LOL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_2/xu3415_618525faaa4a6401yb0115" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-3792217675442634786?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3792217675442634786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=3792217675442634786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3792217675442634786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/3792217675442634786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-look-like-celebrity-lol.html' title='Me look like a celebrity? LOL...'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-1547593634907107831</id><published>2007-07-23T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:26.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RqQewmWowQI/AAAAAAAAABc/CP1Ysp4nN1A/s1600-h/fbyukirice100x100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RqQewmWowQI/AAAAAAAAABc/CP1Ysp4nN1A/s400/fbyukirice100x100.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227299113550082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when competitors cut down their price? Boycott them by not selling the product? Yup, I'm talking about the price war between the four main bookstores with the two hypermarkets. Since it concerned my beloved Harry Potter books, I think a post about this is a must. If you are still blur, check it out &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/7/23/nation/18378279&amp;sec=nation&amp;focus=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my opinion, I think they shouldn't make the protest. I mean, look at Borders bookstores. They didn't join the protest but they still ran out of stock. Yeah, so most people would probably buy from Tesco or Carrefour because of the lower price, but it seems that some consumers still choose to buy from bookstores. Plus, the demand is higher than the production, so, most likely there will still be people looking for the book after the hypermarkets sold out their stock. And I guess they won't mind paying more since the cheaper ones have already been snapped up by others. Hmm... Is this the real plan behind the protest? Hahaha... Could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are encouraged to read more, but I don't see how that will happen if books continue to be pricey. Even after discounts. Famous books like the Harry Potter series may attract more people to read but what about the lesser known books? If the price tag of a book title that captured my interest is beyond my budget, I would take more time to consider about buying it. I'm not accusing anyone, just wondering out loud if there is any solution for this dilemma.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I haven't ask my parents where they bought the book. My guess is probably the hypermarkets. Hahaha.. But since it's a gift, I can be dismissed from deciding to support either the bookstores or hypermarkets, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS. If I had to buy it myself, I probably will buy it from Borders. When they cut the price after awhile. Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-1547593634907107831?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1547593634907107831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=1547593634907107831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1547593634907107831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/1547593634907107831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/battle-of-price.html' title='Battle of the price'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RqQewmWowQI/AAAAAAAAABc/CP1Ysp4nN1A/s72-c/fbyukirice100x100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6589809528967203007</id><published>2007-07-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:26.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RqNvXmWowPI/AAAAAAAAABU/auwcQjpXmVo/s1600-h/ratcat2100x100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RqNvXmWowPI/AAAAAAAAABU/auwcQjpXmVo/s320/ratcat2100x100.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090034455081959666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unpredictable life can be? One moment I was crying of joy, and the next I'm also crying. But of frustration instead. Yesterday I received an sms from my beloved family that goes like this (I highlighted the magic sentences!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hv dinner with friend? Very tired from walking a lot, because u are still not used to it. Never mind, take more rest. Or u can stay back at library. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We buy Harry Potter book 4 u. Like it or not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reply is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U mean the last harry potter book???? Yahoo!!! Went to pasar malam with roommate. Haha, sure can become thin if everyday walk so much. Everyday also got morning class, cannot sleep late. Haha. Thanks dad n mom!! Yay! Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes. The last book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!! I LOVE U ALL!! THANK YOU!! Thank you!!I can't wait to read it! Wow! Thanks! My wish came true! I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; genuinely surprised and happy! Unlike Donald who accused me of otherwise. I was just chatting with Donald through MSN Messenger about how I want to get my hands on the last book. And about the price war and boycott by a few main bookstores. Before the message arrived. Well, they are the last person I thought who would buy me that book. Wait, let me explain. Because the earlier books are either I persuade my Bro to buy them for me or I save my allowance and wait for its price to drop. After being seen reading the books, I usually get a comment or two about how pricey the books are, etc. So, this event made me feel even more grateful of them, more homesick and I love them to bits! Because it means a lot to me, knowing that they bought something, that they feel is expensive, for me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even breathe a word to them about wanting to have that book. (You see, the scenario would be different if I did any persuasion or *cough cough, threw tantrums (Yes, I'm the spoiled, youngest brat in the family, but I don't do it that often now) because then, I would only feel that they did it reluctantly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the good news. Now, get your pails and bug spray out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainwater are leaking into my room through the windows!!! *#&amp;!@$&amp;#&amp;! Grr, I hate shoddy workmanship. And after the rain, bugs fly into my room!!! I wonder how they do it. I already closed all windows and door. Except the most upper part of the window, where they put those type of windows that are supposedly to let the hot air out. Hot air, my ass. They doesn't make any different on a hot day. And now on a rainy day, they let the bugs in! Arg!!! There is only ONE bug that I like, that is Bugs Bunny. Imagine six-legged creatures crawling, flying and jumping on your bed, laundry, desk, and laptop monitor. How annoying and gross. Plus, your pails, small and big, are all arranged nicely below the windows to collect the rainwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained yesterday. It rained today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The ups and downs of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6589809528967203007?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6589809528967203007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6589809528967203007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6589809528967203007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6589809528967203007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/up-and-down.html' title='Up and down'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RqNvXmWowPI/AAAAAAAAABU/auwcQjpXmVo/s72-c/ratcat2100x100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-8233253327968564437</id><published>2007-07-18T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:26.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rp4-77r2BgI/AAAAAAAAABE/8MEfTPDlBAg/s1600-h/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rp4-77r2BgI/AAAAAAAAABE/8MEfTPDlBAg/s320/60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088573828330030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your name? How important is your name to you? I know everyone don't have a choice when coming to deciding our own name (excluding those who changes it later in life), so some might &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"have problems"&lt;/span&gt; in their name. Among the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; are too common, widely used, absolutely not suitable for one's real personality, difficult to pronounce, weirdly spelled, too unique (See, people just couldn't make up their mind. Too common is a no-no, too unique is also a no-no), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just searched for my name in Friendster and it triggers those questions. Why? Because I've just find out there are more than 20 person bearing the same name as me in Frienster (not the surname, of course). And I can bet there are more than that in reality (After all, not everybody is in Friendster, or maybe some didn't put their real name). Am I happy that I actually share my name with so many people? Not really. Call me selfish, but I'm one of those who like their name a little unique. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I got some problem with the wireless connection, so couldn't blog as often as I want. But still, no excuse. I don't want to become lazy and leave my blog in hiatus again... I will blog!! Pinky promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-8233253327968564437?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8233253327968564437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=8233253327968564437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8233253327968564437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/8233253327968564437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rp4-77r2BgI/AAAAAAAAABE/8MEfTPDlBAg/s72-c/60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-9047634419907701020</id><published>2007-07-12T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:57:15.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rating</title><content type='html'>Didn't know my life scores only 60+. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have yet to accomplish a lot in life. What are you waiting for? Get going, you're already 21 years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've been walking the path of the righteous so far. Stay on the path!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good score. You seem to have your &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;stuff together. Keep it up!" -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratemylife.net" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 330px; height: 173px; background: url(http://www.ratemylife.net/images/badgeG.gif) no-repeat; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; display: block; padding-top: 75px; padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img id=mainSmiley width=80 height=80 border=0 src=http://www.ratemylife.net/images/smileys/smiley5.gif&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;65.4/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;Rate My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;RateMyLife.net - &lt;a href="http://www.ratemylife.net"&gt;Find out if you suck at life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-9047634419907701020?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/9047634419907701020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=9047634419907701020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/9047634419907701020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/9047634419907701020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/rating.html' title='Rating'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5896572447458540208</id><published>2007-07-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:27.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RpTfN-t1P6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GE7th93FlFY/s1600-h/DSC00378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RpTfN-t1P6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GE7th93FlFY/s320/DSC00378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085935310474657698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrg! Three days couldn't connect to the Net. Felt so disconnected. Haha.. And I was planning to blog on my birthday! Oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any party but my course mates cum hostel mates came knocking at my door at 12 am! Boy, was I surprised! Why? Besides the fact that I thought none remembers, I was already asleep!! Rofl.. I was tired and there was &lt;s&gt;anything&lt;/s&gt; nothing to do, so I slept at 11pm. Was in the beginning of a dream, when my roommate and I got awaken by the knocking. She went open the door and talked to them, so I thought maybe it's her friends. Well, a few of my course mates knew her since she is a Maths student. (Computer Science faculty is just next to Mathematics faculty) Then, they came in and it's my course mates! Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cute teddy bear key chain and a photo frame from them. But it's the thought that counts I think. I was really happy until I couldn't sleep after that. So I ended up reading the smses I got from other friends who also remembered. Arigatou! Thank you for all your wishes! It's really a special 21st birthday! Well, better than I expected, being far away and all. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm officially an adult. Haha.. But what does it really means by being adult? When I was small, I always wish I can grow up faster. Because the adults seems invincible. My big sister is pretty, clever while my big brother knows &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; (er, I don't know if he counts as handsome, but he looks boyish, so OK la, not bad-looking). As most people do, I look up to my siblings. They are the person I want to be. Sis is confident, Bro entered University. It seems like adults can and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;able to&lt;/span&gt; do all sorts of stuff. They are not scared of dentist visits or injections from doctors. Plus, they can solve problems quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since now I'm an adult, I should be all that, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. But I'm still scared of dentist visits! Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Unless if SohPoh becomes my dentist ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5896572447458540208?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5896572447458540208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5896572447458540208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5896572447458540208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5896572447458540208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RpTfN-t1P6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GE7th93FlFY/s72-c/DSC00378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-5003528012188337191</id><published>2007-07-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:51:37.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Returns!</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired. Yesterday went up and down looking for my PA. Today up and down carrying my luggages. Heavy luggages. And my new room is on the third floor. &gt;.&lt; Luckily Mom and Dad helped. Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad! Miss you both lots! Then, spent the whole afternoon unpacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a new roommate. My previous one rent a room outside the campus. I chose to stay in. Well, there are a lot reasons why I stay, so I better skip it. Besides, there are pros and cons in both options too. My new roommate is a Johorean, so I have to ahem, speak Mandarin to her. No, actually I have to speak Mandarin to all when I'm here in Penang. Haha.. Not that my Mandarin is any good. More like half pail of water. *Cantonese translation* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of today. I didn't get to watch Transformer before I came back to Penang!! Huhu... And I also want to watch Harry Potter!! There are so many movies I missed. Sigh, what to do... Best hope after a year or two, the local TV stations will air it for Christmas or any celebration. I don't have Astro. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thanks to my ever-lovely friends, I get to have an early birthday celebration! Kitty, Sam, Momo and Cheryl, arigatou! Thanks for the present and cake AND the handmade card!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5003528012188337191?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5003528012188337191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5003528012188337191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5003528012188337191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5003528012188337191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-returns.html' title='Summer Returns!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-4820052348643815327</id><published>2007-07-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:27.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rons9Ot1P5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xwl_UrCtWt8/s1600-h/nodame_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rons9Ot1P5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xwl_UrCtWt8/s320/nodame_23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082854191130820498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream this morning. I don't know if it can be counted as a nightmare, but it sure shook me... And it's er, a bit embarrassing too..&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I remember dreaming about something else and then it suddenly changes. Here it comes, brace yourself! I found myself in a matchmaking session. Or should I say being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DRAGGED&lt;/span&gt; to by my family. OMG!! I was like, 'What the?! Mom, I'm just 21! No, actually not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I don't need such stuff! Is this some kind of a joke? Very funny, now let me go! I'm not THAT desperate! Oh, floor, can you open up a big hole and swallow me up?'.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;* No offence to anybody who goes to matchmaking sessions or is a matchmaker. I know there are cases where true love are found, but it's just not for me. I probably would die from the embarrassment before I found anything. Besides, I er, still have time! Right?*&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So, I got dragged into it. The guy wasn't bad-looking, but not good-looking either. I mean just OK. (Yeah, I'm shallow, I know ;P) However, I could feel that he was also feeling squeamish like me. But I'm not going to pity BOTH of us.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After that, the scene changes. And I'm at school. And to my horror, he's sitting next to my desk. Can I wake up already??? I'm already getting goosebumps typing it out. So, I used the ignore technique. I just pretend he's invisible. I know, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; evil of me. That's why a few minutes later, I felt so guilty. I mean, both of us probably are forced to do this. It is unfair to unleash my anger on him. I think I was about to apologize and ask him to forget about what happened earlier and start over. Then, I woke up. Sheesh.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Man, it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a nightmare, right? It's JUST a dream, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;?? I mean, I dreamt a lot of ridiculous stuff before, I guess it's because I watch too much TV and read too many books and manga, so this is also some kind of a figment of my imagination, right? I hope so. Shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-4820052348643815327?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4820052348643815327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=4820052348643815327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4820052348643815327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/4820052348643815327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rons9Ot1P5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xwl_UrCtWt8/s72-c/nodame_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6810984541012884395</id><published>2007-07-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Roe5mOt1P4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8B75iPDpdb8/s1600-h/nodam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Roe5mOt1P4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8B75iPDpdb8/s320/nodam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082234770947391362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... I received an early birthday gift. Er, from my soon-to-be sister-in-law. I'll be leaving this Friday. She only come on weekends. Well, because my brother comes back on weekends. So, she's giving it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still debating whether I should open it. My mind is fighting. Open it! No, wait until next Tuesday! Open it! No, wait! You get the idea. It's like mulling over opening Christmas present before it's Christmas. Your hands are itchy. Your curiosity is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. But, your reasoning is contradicting. 1. Opening it sooner or later doesn't make any difference. 2. It's more satisfying to open it on the day itself. More &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt;. And at least there &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; one gift to open. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; you know why Santa only comes when you are already asleep. Because you won't be able to sleep if a situation like mine arises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6810984541012884395?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6810984541012884395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6810984541012884395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6810984541012884395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6810984541012884395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/07/early-gift.html' title='Early Gift'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Roe5mOt1P4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8B75iPDpdb8/s72-c/nodam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-5723429404591799903</id><published>2007-06-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoUqpet1P3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR0igkuP1-k/s1600-h/suzumiya_haruhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoUqpet1P3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR0igkuP1-k/s320/suzumiya_haruhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081514646665772914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how fast my mind and mood changes sometimes. Perhaps I'm really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fickle-minded. In less than a week's time, I'll be returning to Penang. Sigh. I don't like being homesick. And I don't like being away for my birthday. My 21st birthday. Yep, I'm getting old. And more grumpy. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what would I like for my birthday? Loads of stuff actually. Haha... Most of them are just stuff to fulfill one's own foolish, material desires. Well, wishing for world peace is noble and all, but I got to be more realistic. Anyway, nowadays saving the environment, Mother Earth is more important... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my birthday, which I predict will be a lonely day (don't mind my mood, they often get more and more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; as my birthday gets nearer), I couldn't make up my mind. I've been rereading Harry Potter in the anticipation of the last book and fifth movie, and would be thrilled to get the last book. But then, that would means a late present. On the other hand, I've been thinking of getting a laptop cooler (but lack of the budget to do so) or a new pair of headphones (those that are more comfortable for long hours). I wanted a new bag too, for the new semester but this is not what I really NEED, just something that I WANT. So, I got to be more sensible, and not wasting money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I wanted to get a new watch. But after a costly change of new strap and battery, I changed my mind. And sometimes I feel that I'm not worthy of any present. It really makes me wonder how my mind works. And sometimes I feel that I should be grateful and content for whatever I receive. It's the thought that counts. It REALLY makes me wonder how my conscience works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I wanted to get my hair highlighted too, but Mom objects to it. Though, if I put in some harder persuasion, I think I got a high chance of succeeding. However, I think that having the natural hair colour is not that bad. See how contradicting I can be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5723429404591799903?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5723429404591799903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5723429404591799903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5723429404591799903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5723429404591799903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/06/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoUqpet1P3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR0igkuP1-k/s72-c/suzumiya_haruhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-6887510202105633182</id><published>2007-06-26T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:28.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nodame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoDOClF1ECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/plCMwgzXL30/s1600-h/nodame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoDOClF1ECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/plCMwgzXL30/s320/nodame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080286923385540642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoDOC1F1EDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O0Z4m_AjXYw/s1600-h/noda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoDOC1F1EDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O0Z4m_AjXYw/s320/noda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080286927680507954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... I got hooked on the manga first, then its anime version. And now I found out that there is a handsome guy in the live action drama! I want to watch the drama! I want! I want! Gawd... could you not agree with me? Just check out the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. You are probably feeling like 'huh?'. No problem, I'll fill you in. Currently I'm hooked on Nodame Cantabile. The manga revolves around Noda Megumi (hence, Nodame), an untidy(is an understatement) girl who is exceptional in piano. Even though she couldn't read the piano score, she can play a difficult piece after hearing it once. However she plays the piano haphazardly. Shinichi Chiaki is her sempai (senior) who coincidently lives next door (much to his chagrin). He is also a brilliant pianist (and violinist) but he actually want to be a conductor. Nodame fell in love with Shinichi at first sight. He's the opposite of Nodame, clean, neat, good cook(wow!), perfectionist, confident. So you can imagine how hilarious it can get. But unknowingly, they complements each other well... That's all I'm going to tell you. Haha.. Oh, it made me want to listen to classical too... And now I know more names than just Mozart and Beethoven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-6887510202105633182?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6887510202105633182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=6887510202105633182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6887510202105633182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/6887510202105633182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/06/nodame.html' title='Nodame!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/RoDOClF1ECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/plCMwgzXL30/s72-c/nodame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-7493507910759241170</id><published>2007-06-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:41:48.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=152847"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=152847" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7493507910759241170?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7493507910759241170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7493507910759241170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7493507910759241170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7493507910759241170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/06/daemon.html' title='Daemon'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-5069064518722844064</id><published>2007-06-22T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kijal trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rnueo1F1EBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LMM3G-diO_c/s1600-h/animedia0806-postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rnueo1F1EBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LMM3G-diO_c/s320/animedia0806-postcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078827429073850386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have forgotten what I want to blog about today, I'll write something about the trip that my friends and I went not so long ago.. Kijal, Terengganu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad place, though, if you are planning to have a more adrenaline-filled trip, you better go somewhere else. We stayed at Awana Kijal, and that place has a long stretch of private beach and a big golfcourse. It's very soothing, lying on the beach chair, listening to the waves. The waves are quite strong, so be careful if you want to swim in the sea. We didn't golf (hahaha...), but we did cycled around the place. We also took a local bus to town, well, mainly because all of us want to eat seafood -.-"... Man, the ride was almost an hour... The resort is really THAT far from town. Oh, I forgot to mention, we went to Awana by bus from Puduraya. We didn't stop at the station, instead we asked the driver to drop us off near Awana Kijal. Hehehe.. The seafood we ate was nothing exceptional, plus not that cheap too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, there is a spa treatment too, but our budget couldn't afford it.. Haha... so, I would say this place is suited for honeymoon.. Sea, sand, sun, spa and golf..Er, or is it sun, sea, sand? Spa and golf are extra &gt;.&lt; Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-5069064518722844064?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5069064518722844064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=5069064518722844064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5069064518722844064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/5069064518722844064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/06/kijal-trip.html' title='Kijal trip'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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/_OzR8Sr1gRJY/Rnueo1F1EBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LMM3G-diO_c/s72-c/animedia0806-postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879151.post-7784722670373750583</id><published>2007-06-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:58:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder</title><content type='html'>Once again, I spend my holiday rotting in the house, basically doing sweet nothing except breathing and taking up some space. No income, no expenditure... Swell. Literally. I got my wisdom teeth extracted last week and now I have a swollen face. Oh, and new semester is starting very soon. Talk about perfect timing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester results are out. Can't say I'm not satisfied (actually very thankful that I didn't fail my Accounts paper), but once again Donald surpassed me. How DO you do it, dude? Oh well, congrats!! This new semester I vow to work my big, fat ass off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, you probably already know that I'm resuming my blogging after such a LOOOONNNNGG absence. Gomen dasai to Cindy who keep checking my blog and arigatou for keeping my taggie alive. I promise to keep blogging now. If I stop without a good reason, you are allowed to beat me next time we meet.. (Hehehe.. thank goodness, you are so far away..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the new blogskin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-7784722670373750583?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7784722670373750583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=7784722670373750583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7784722670373750583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/7784722670373750583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2007/06/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-116676840684782298</id><published>2006-12-22T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:21:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In construction...</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note..&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently looking for a new skin... so don't be surprise if u sees my blogskin keep changing... coz i'm still figuring out how to tinker/edit those skins... n to see how it looks on my blog.... sorry for any inconvience...&lt;br /&gt;New skin for the new year! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Gotta go! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-116676840684782298?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/116676840684782298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=116676840684782298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116676840684782298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116676840684782298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-construction.html' title='In construction...'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-116671511311489001</id><published>2006-12-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:31:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura Kiss</title><content type='html'>*swoon* &lt;br /&gt;i've rekindled an old flame... (a really expensive old flame, hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;MANGA! ANIME!&lt;br /&gt;My latest love is Ouran High School Host Club!&lt;br /&gt;Old love includes Fruit Basket, Sailormoon (really really old ;P), n more!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can add Death Note in the list.. Haven't read the manga yet, just saw the movie.. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;I can blab the whole page abt my new love, but i'll give it a miss this time ;P (i know how "obnoxiously" boring my blogs can be, hahahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, so the first semester of my new Uni life has already ended, the holidays are spent very lazily, and now the new semester begins!&lt;br /&gt;Aah, the first week, probably the most relaxing week of every sem. Hahahaha... but the most expensive week too... reason? Lectures just begin to start, no tutorials and assignments yet, tests &amp; exams 'seems' far away, heavy &amp; expensive books to buy, free time to go gai gai a.k.a shopping, Uni fees! (gosh, bus fare increase &gt; 100% !!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem i'm taking English class. I got an 'ang moh' lecturer! Hohohohoho.. (a repeat of history? nah, i've grown up now!) Though, my other core subjects seems tougher than last sem... And sigh, i'm taking an account paper too... (total science geek ---&gt; me) oh well, gambateh everyone! Oh yeah, Donald! U r my target this time! My goal is to beat your grades! (even though we are taking totally different courses =.=") Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how am i going to balance the time between work and play and love?? (ok, so it's really inappropriate to class it as love, but i've wanted to write that sentence so much, so i don't care. Blek ;P ) Hahaha... ok, so it's basically work and play.. So, would my new resolution be "work hard, play harder" or "work as hard as i play" or "play as hard as i work" or "play hard, work harder" or "work hard, play as hard as well"???? Votes anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. These few days got some problems with my MSN messenger, now fixed already... Sorry to those who wanted to chat.. (but i guess nobody is missing me -_-"" by the count of sms i get)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-116671511311489001?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/116671511311489001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=116671511311489001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116671511311489001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116671511311489001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/12/sakura-kiss.html' title='Sakura Kiss'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-116102072737670261</id><published>2006-10-17T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:45:27.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish!</title><content type='html'>Hmm..just a quick post now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe in coincidences?? some does, and some doesn't.. oh well, yesterday i was checking my handphone credit balance n i still left with RM38.65... AND 365 free smses (i got those free sms from the point-redemption thingy) Nothing so special or weird, rite? Try to just say out loud the digits (digit by digit, and ignoring the decimal point) in the money part in cantonese, then say out loud the number of free sms in the usual way (not digit by digit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of those who don't speak cantonese (or those who couldn't get it =.="), when u say 3 8 then 65, the intonation of '8' also sounds like 'hundred'(all in cantonese, of course), so it's like both is same!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now probably are saying: "Ok, so i get ur point, -.-" What so big deal about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing i guess... lol! just some food for thoughts... imagine, many things that happenned are not just mere coincidences, but clues to a bigger thing (like your life, maybe, or your love life, etc... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You : "Ha. Nuts. Are you taking drugs or something?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just babbling along to fill up this space... You can ignore me if you want... I ran out of 'good' stuff to write today... hahaha... or probably i'm too sleepy... 'bad' things got a lot lah... but not so nice to spread gossips... Want a better blog reading experience? just read my friend's blog (sohpoh)... Gee, i'm really weird today, i'm driving away my readers!! What is happening here??! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sleep will cure it... g'nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-116102072737670261?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/116102072737670261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=116102072737670261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116102072737670261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116102072737670261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/10/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-116093164754686237</id><published>2006-10-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:00:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up...</title><content type='html'>Hallo, strangers...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... too long no update my blog, so i expect none will remember me again... or won't bother to check whether i've post a new blog or not... &lt;br /&gt;A million apologies won't do... i know it's entirely my fault, i'm sorry... gee, how many times i've been apologizing for the same problem?? i'm hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been reading back my old blog (sweet talk) and felt the urge to resume my blogging..haha... after reading, i felt tat i've gone a long way since then.. (gee, i'm not reali TAT old, ok?) i mean, my personal growth.. from a 'spoiled brat' to a uni student, living in a hostel, 4++ hours away from my beloved home, parents and friends... Maybe this is a lesson in life, if i didn't choose to come to penang and study, i would have never knew how fond i am toward my home and parents, how much i miss the unique bonds i share with my old friends (new friends here are just not the same... if u are lucky, u can find someone who's not only looking out for her/his own benefit... it's a dog-eat-dog world in here, i tell u...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew much more closer to my bro since i had a laptop now (and wifi in hostel... i know u are jealous! hahahaha, but take it as a compensation for me la, since i'm so far from home) (technology n internet are a great thing) (he helped a lot, he's my listening ear, hahaha... since i didn't want to disturb my friends too much with my homesickness smses, well, they r bz with their uni life too, so i turned to my wonderful bro, i owe u a lot, man! thank you!!), and learnt programming (now i really appreciates and wonder in awe, how did people created so many useful programs and awesome games...) , i miss mom and dad a lot (i craved for home-cooked food now, i tell u...), i miss my friends too... how we used to chat on the phone, donald's comments in my previous blog never fail to cheer me up!, momo's chocolate cake (yum!), kitty's sushi (yum yum!), cky's sarcartic humour, 630's thoughtful conversations, sook ping's sui kow noodle stall plan, kar mun's love life (oops, hahaha, just joking la... jealous ma, u got so many admirers, i got none.. wuuhuu..), pc's keen eyes for leng cai (like a high-tech scanner, hahaha.. wish i had that) and many many more quirky but lovely traits of my friends (sorry, if i left anyone out... just too many to list down..haha.. me lazy bum, i know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my style of blogging changed a bit too... (agree?) I'm less crabby now, but more depressing... wahahaha!!! Oh ya, actually i have a co-blogger, though she haven't post any blog yet (i hope it'll be soon?), so i just wanna announce it.. (ok, now u got my permission to blog) wahahahahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking back, many people entered my life, some touch my heart (not bf ler, duh, friends, ok??), some stayed, some left, wherever u are, i wanna say thanks, u made me what i am today, thank you for the help, guidance, and friendship, no matter how short the time we had together. Thanks to donald for, really, everything (from my entertainment-updater to your words of wisdom). And thank you to my parents too (even though they won't be reading this... ), thanks dad for your smses and mom for the feast everytime i come home... (donald says that's the reason i'm getting fat! hahaha...but i don't care..), thanks ah goh for your encouragement, help AND especially your gifts (but i still find your sense of humour sometimes somewhat lame, hahaha... especially the jaw-dropping thing, don't get mad oh.. i'm just being frank... and cheeky... hahahaha.. but i don't deny your knowlegde of many things), thanks sis for your emails (not the teasing part though, i'm not BIG FOOT), thanks charlie (haha, purposely want to make u mad, haha!) and billy for their tech tips and trips to lowyat, thanks yee leng for her cards (my niece, oh ya, now i got a nephew too! i'll try to be a cool, sophiscated, hip, young aunt... hahaha.. in my dreams), wait a min, what am i doing? thanking people on a random day and time... oh well, let's continue... (until the wee hours..coz the list will be soooo d*mn long) ok, ok, don't want to bored u down.. One more, thank you God, for the wonderful people i meet in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i'm back, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-116093164754686237?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/116093164754686237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=116093164754686237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116093164754686237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/116093164754686237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing up...'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115664987647353769</id><published>2006-08-27T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:37:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tambun biscuit</title><content type='html'>Everybody, I'm &lt;strong&gt;HOME&lt;/strong&gt;!!! .....for a week... at least better than the normal 2days... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Aaah... just finish rushing my assignmentS, after the holiday got tests!! arg...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least can come back and rejuvenate... drink 'leong sui' n mom's soups.... &lt;br /&gt;So tired, really, i think 1day of walking in Uni compared to 1day of walking in kl is HUGE difference... (since i ride in cars in kl, hahaha! or either buses or lrt) But, in campus? don't waste time waiting for bus la... it's goin to be packed like a can of sardine anyway... But, my hostel is quite far from my school (tat's what we call faculty as) leh.. Oh well, can't grouse much, since i heard my friends in other Uni HAD to take bus, since their school ARE very far... guess i should be grateful... No wonder i didn't gain much weight even though i ate more than what i used to in kl... By the time i reach my school, i already burned up my breakfast or lunch... No wonder i get hungry so often... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei, how come i'm back and already ANNOUNCED my homecoming, but no one is calling me to go lepak huh?? That day i thought want to hide in house and hv a R&amp;R, every1 called n scolded me for not informing u guys of my return and didn't come out to lepak... I don't care ar, already bought tambun biscuit, if no one want them, i'll eat it all... wahahahaha.... don't worry, i can go back campus and burn off the extra calories... momo, i want my bday cake... kitty, i want my bday sushi... muahahaha.. ok la, i know u guys busy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, long time no eat lots of stuff!!! everyday eat the same food... muak liao.. Last few days were even worse, bread for dinner... no time eat, rushing assignments...oh well, that fri(deadline) nite, went eat BIG meal..hahaha..pizza! aahh.. delicious.. Wish to eat sushi..pizza..burgers..cakes..dim sum..yum yum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115664987647353769?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115664987647353769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115664987647353769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115664987647353769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115664987647353769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/08/tambun-biscuit.html' title='Tambun biscuit'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115478944191175085</id><published>2006-08-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:50:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Just to drop a line (ok, maybe 2, hehehe), to tell everyone: &lt;br /&gt;I'm still here! Alive and kicking! Yea! I survived a month! Do you miss me??? Or angry at my laziness of updating my blog?? &lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... I know, i know... i deserve your scolding... I do have plenty 'contact' with computers... but for assignments... hahaha.. and lab tutorials.. so, please forgive me.. please??? You all are very nice ppl, rite? I know you'll forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, some of you asked questions, but i didn't have time to reply all, so here are my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope, no leng cai in my course and in my year. seniors, got, but, sorry, taken.&lt;br /&gt;- plenty of leng lui... (me included? hahahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;- ok, i'll eat on time and not skip meals. (frankly, i'm eating more than i used to in kl... getting FAT, omg)&lt;br /&gt;- ok, i'll TRY to be less homesick... (please, don't ask me why i 'suddenly' go home, donald. You make it sounds like a crime to go home. You do it almost every weekend what, why can't i? hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;- AND, to those "souvenirs" requests, you may have to wait for sometime... pun siew je, 1, no money (eat too much, hahaha!! and no ptptn, and costly bus tickets to kl), 2, cannot go out shopping as often, 3, places i go, don't sell souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'LL TRY MY BEST TO BLOG AS OFTEN AS I CAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm learning back all those maths, which i thought would be the last thing i'll see again.. and boy, Uni life is full with lectures, tutorials, assignments and tests. &lt;br /&gt;Those ppl who said Uni life will be better than STPM, are either liars, or they don't have that much freedom during STPM. I'll choose home over freedom any day...&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, those 'go to Uni then only find bf/gf' are also lies... plenty are taken/took someone already. But then, i'm not encouraging u to find ur someone special before Uni, i'm just stating the truth. Me, for example, would not regret i'm single before Uni... but, during Uni... that'll depend on my luck and destiny lor.. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, 88..&lt;br /&gt;Back to penang tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115478944191175085?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115478944191175085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115478944191175085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115478944191175085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115478944191175085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115232782395122619</id><published>2006-07-08T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:03:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>PEOPLE! I'M HOME!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, at least for a day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life i was so homesick and lonely... ok, maybe lonely is wrong, i DID made a lot of new friends (almost all are penangites, kl-ites are &lt;em&gt;endangered&lt;/em&gt; species in the penang Uni) But then i do feel lonely bcoz my roommate is not here. Anyway, i was really homesick, til i dun care how much the bus tix cost, i just wanna go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U would be wrong if u think i &lt;strong&gt;dislike&lt;/strong&gt; my new environment (ok, maybe a bit la), but after a few days, i begun to &lt;em&gt;adapt&lt;/em&gt; to it, speaking mandarin like it's my main language (with a slight tinge of penang slang), making frens like there's no tomorrow, shower thousands of times (it's so &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; hot there), walk like i never walked before (got blisters right now, sob sob, painful), and a bit like &lt;em&gt;cut off&lt;/em&gt; from the world (no tv, no newspapers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the days went sooooo &lt;em&gt;sloowlyyyy&lt;/em&gt;. Everyday got some ceramah or taklimat, forms to be filled and games to be played. Everynite fell asleep exhausted (though i heard from my frens (my kl frens), their orientation are more tougher). Soooo, i'm &lt;strong&gt;PROUD&lt;/strong&gt; to say i &lt;strong&gt;SURVIVED&lt;/strong&gt; the 1st week!!!&lt;br /&gt;(though there are more weekS to come, but aiya, a step at a time la, worry too much not good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returnin on Sun, feel a bit worried, the seniors are comin back! Will they &lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt; juniors?? or would freshman be more accurate? bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends (wherever u are), here i wish u all good luck and all the best in ur Uni lives! i bet most would be facing the same stuff like me, so &lt;strong&gt;I'M WITH U&lt;/strong&gt;! I'll be ur pitstop crew if u need fuel or new tyres, and i hope i can have u all as my pitstop crew for refuelling too, can? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. confession: cried on the 3rd day. eyes bengkak the next mornin. ppl thought i din sleep enough. hahaha. Oh ya, thank you for all the early birthday presents!!! OMG, i'm goin to be &lt;em&gt;older&lt;/em&gt; on mon!! Read: MONDAY. muahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115232782395122619?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115232782395122619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115232782395122619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115232782395122619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115232782395122619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115115929929334114</id><published>2006-06-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:28:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aaaahhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetite dropping. Hair ripping. Sleep lacking. Mind flying. Head exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good. All signs lead to... yup, high-level, serious worrying. Because, yup, i'm preparing all the stuff i need to &lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; there, i'm thinking how i can &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt; there (may i add &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;?), my head is bursting with my &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; to-do list, i'm trying to squeeze plans &amp; appointments into a day, and oh yea, i just know that Dumbledore died. (i know i should have read it ages ago, but my bro didn't keep his promise and so i went n bought it myself (with 50% discount) *looking smug* sales. i love them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so hor, you might like to know, i wouldn't be able to blog as much as i like for these few weeks (or months, i can predict it, haha) because, you know la, i need to um, &lt;em&gt;settle down&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;adapt&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; environment (&lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it might just be that i couldn't find a computer. BUT, that would be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking &lt;em&gt;comp sci&lt;/em&gt;, remember?? ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115115929929334114?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115115929929334114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115115929929334114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115115929929334114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115115929929334114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running Out of Time'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115082151126343048</id><published>2006-06-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:38:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>U might wonder why i didn't post in immediately after i got my Uni application results... Because, i couldn't describe how i felt. Or what &lt;em&gt;"shud"&lt;/em&gt; i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy because i got in? Grateful because many people aren't so lucky? Sad because i had to leave my dear family and friends? Scared because i'll have to live &lt;strong&gt;independently&lt;/strong&gt;? Angry because they didn't give me nearer to home? Worried because i don't know if i can &lt;em&gt;survives&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i couldn't really blame them... after all, it's 1 of my choices... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when i think of leaving, i couldn't bear that... Maybe i'm a spoilt princess, but, i'll miss my family and friends very much!!! And that, i'm afraid, might break my heart... (and u thought u will only feel that way with your lover. bah. how wrong is that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, maybe this thought of mine is too stereotyped, but, this question pops up to my already-confused mind: will i be surrounded by... *gulp* (apology in advance if anyone felt insulted in any way)... geeks? nerds? Or maybe *snort* i'll become one too? (as if i'm not already geeky enough with my love of books, ishh) Shallow, i know. But hey, i'm just a girl, not superhuman.. Perfect match, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i got the nerd course. Computer science. I don't exactly dislike it, (come on, i mean, if i dislike it, why would i accept the offer?? duh.) but i don't feel that &lt;em&gt;enthusiastic...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; that i'll be away from kl... i guess you are asking where the h*ll i'm goin to... well, not a bad place. but the thought of being &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; somewhat dampened my spirit and mind to think &lt;em&gt;logically&lt;/em&gt;. Not that i'm logical anyway... ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115082151126343048?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115082151126343048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115082151126343048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115082151126343048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115082151126343048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115063595933972559</id><published>2006-06-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:05:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>After a big mug of Milo, (the best chocolate substitute that i can find) i've calmed down a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i exaggerated too much... Maybe it's not that bad... Maybe... &lt;em&gt;*reaching for more comfort food*&lt;/em&gt; Maybe i'm a bit too self-conscious guar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, i admit. Maybe my self-consciousness made me think my hair looks terrible...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not that la-la.... Maybe donald succeed in convincing me that it's not too bad... even though donald haven't seen it actually.. (thank you, donald. *big hug* You are the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more comfort food!! though comfort food = fattening food. which means... Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115063595933972559?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115063595933972559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115063595933972559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115063595933972559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115063595933972559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115063065391537210</id><published>2006-06-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:37:34.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aaaahhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario in a hair saloon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the mind of yours truly: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip* &lt;em&gt;Don't worry, hair grows back quickly... Sigh, still couldn't manage to hoodwink myself, no matter how i persuade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip*  &lt;em&gt;All i can say is thank god for the lack of my glasses. Without them, all i can see is someone chopping off the hair of someone else who looks kind of familiar... hey, that's me!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip* &lt;em&gt;But my gut is telling me, she's hacking too much hair.... Even with my blurry vision, i can see it's true... Did she misheard or misunderstood me? I said shoulder length, not bald, ok??? and bits of hair are sticking onto my face... itchy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip* &lt;em&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Stop! Stop! My hair! It's... It's... short!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip* &lt;em&gt;How much more do you want to chop off? I couldn't bear to watch it any longer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip* &lt;em&gt;All i can say again is thank god for the lack of my glasses. Couldn't see other people's reaction to my very short hair... though, couldn't check him out. bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snip snip* *ka-ching* &lt;em&gt;Like a thunderbolt, i'm out of there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, in my bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *temporary earthquake*  &lt;em&gt;Gawd, gawd, gawd..... &lt;/em&gt;*banging my head to the walls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks like..... My hair looks like..... My hair looks like..... "la-la" style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse than if i went and got an auntie perm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the hair stylist: I may look a bit too mature for my age, but you don't need to balance that with a horrible la-la haircut.... My face is already not-good-looking, now with this, i look like a freak.... imagine: a grumpy, chubby (aka fat), serious-looking face with a kiddie's haircut... *shivers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Get some la-la clothes and start behaving like them? Wonderful.... (no offence to la-la people, it's just that i'm totally not into the la-la style thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead.... Or rather, i wish i'm dead....&lt;br /&gt;I don't even dare to go near a mirror.... maybe i should live &lt;em&gt;mirrorless&lt;/em&gt; for a few years until my crowning glory grows back.... Better still, i should &lt;em&gt;hibernate&lt;/em&gt;... and cut myself off from public appearances.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my soap opera life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115063065391537210?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115063065391537210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115063065391537210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115063065391537210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115063065391537210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad hair day'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-115046829626130499</id><published>2006-06-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:45:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aaaahhhh!&lt;/strong&gt; (ok, so this has became my opening-line trademark. *shrug*, so sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God playing with me or testing me? I was supposed to practise swimming on Wed, when the dark clouds filled the sky. So, we cancelled it. In the end, it &lt;strong&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/strong&gt; rain. at all. Ok, &lt;em&gt;never mind&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So, Thurs was the plan B. And... i got some &lt;em&gt;event&lt;/em&gt; that would prevent swimming for sometime... (*shake head*)&lt;br /&gt;Then, i heard from donald that my swimming partners are planning to quit the class...&lt;br /&gt;(gosh, why am i getting this news from donald, instead of them? ah.) Which would mean, i have no one else accompany me to learn... (yea, i'm chicken-hearted, so?) And lately i was feeling a bit down about my swimming... since i'm not making &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; progress in my breast-stroke and water-kneading... felt like quitting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm wondering if The Guy Up There is turning my life into a soap opera for his entertainment, (though K-drama is not bad. at least i get a handsome-looking hero, har har) or is He only testing my determinance and willingness to go on when the going gets tough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my life is not depressing enough, there's another what-do-u-call-it-oh-yea &lt;strong&gt;J-day&lt;/strong&gt; (J for judgement, not Jusco sale day, har har) no, that's not the right word, &lt;em&gt;aha&lt;/em&gt;, my life-turning-point day. (em, sounds a little too serious...) one of them anyway. My Uni application result day. *pushing the thoughts out* Hopefully everything sorts out well later, if not sooner... sigh. (*looking upward*) man, couldn't u make this soap opera less depressing? bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-115046829626130499?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/115046829626130499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=115046829626130499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115046829626130499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/115046829626130499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/soap-opera.html' title='Soap Opera'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-114992712921731787</id><published>2006-06-10T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:12:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout!!!</title><content type='html'>It happened again. The pc hang in the middle of a half-composed post. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, let me rewrite it again.... er, what did i wrote last nite? ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH!! (since when did 'AAAHHH!!' became my opening line??)&lt;br /&gt;In case u didn't know abt my soon-to-be-made life-or-death decision, then u shouldn't be reading tis post. Scroll down to previous posts. Now scroll back up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bcoz of the problem, my stress-o-meter and worry-o-meter shoot up sky-high. And so my face DECIDED to breakout in pimples!!! ah, how can i face the world with my pimply face???? damn hormones. damn stress. (oh yea, i'm goin to blame them 1 by 1) damn money. damn new handphones. damn peer pressure (i figured this is the major reason i felt compelled to buy a new hp. har har) bah, enuf damning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, bsides tat, i want to make a public apology to donald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M VERY SORRY that i dropped ur baby* onto the floor... I'll find the most furry pouch for ur baby* to lessen my guilt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*her new hp!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-114992712921731787?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/114992712921731787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=114992712921731787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114992712921731787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114992712921731787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/breakout.html' title='Breakout!!!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-114960806342431360</id><published>2006-06-06T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:34:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aaaaahhhh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head wants to blow up. Brain jam. Which? Which? Which handphone shud i buy?&lt;br /&gt;K750 or W700?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind a few things:&lt;br /&gt;1. my parents will &lt;strong&gt;freak out&lt;/strong&gt; if they know how much either of them cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if i upgrade k750's memory, the price would more or less be around same like w700 (i think... hey, i don't do advert for any1 here, ok?), though the k750 will hv more memory. (&lt;em&gt;for ur free time thinkin&lt;/em&gt; aka stupid question: how much memory does a human brain hv, in terms of bytes, anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. to get the pennies to buy either of them, i need to work longer, n longer, n &lt;strong&gt;longer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i had an idea, why don't i just buy a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; mp3, forget abt the hp, and go on a shopping spree? (tat could fulfill one of my wishes: books!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do in my shoes? help is needed...&lt;br /&gt;*huff huff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-114960806342431360?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/114960806342431360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=114960806342431360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114960806342431360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114960806342431360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-114934911580655740</id><published>2006-06-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:38:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Oh, back from watching 16 Blocks.. quite nice actually, really got to give the credit to bruce willis. man, i like his other movies also; sixth sense, fifth element, 12 monkeys. shud give tis movie (16 Blocks) a try.. (the guys shud like it, plenty of actions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the MAIN topic, i'm thinkin what haircut i shud get? something i never had before? or the usual, boring cut? i've tried perming, though the result didn't last long. kinda bored with long hair suddenly. but i'm not ready for short hair also. shoulder length, perhaps? ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-114934911580655740?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/114934911580655740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=114934911580655740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114934911580655740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114934911580655740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/hairy-thoughts.html' title='Hairy Thoughts'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-114934829539520210</id><published>2006-06-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:31:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New, new, new!</title><content type='html'>*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;I've always like the smell of new stuff, especially cars. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clearing my throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;SwEEt tAlk has officially moved to a new place (here lo, duh) with a new look, new feel &amp; a new name! (sorry, no new blogger, it's still the same old me, like it or not, hihihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy! (or suffer, *muahahahaha*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-114934829539520210?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/114934829539520210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=114934829539520210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114934829539520210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114934829539520210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-new-new.html' title='New, new, new!'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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-28879151.post-114925520483168533</id><published>2006-06-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:33:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, goin, gone</title><content type='html'>Moving in progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879151-114925520483168533?l=savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/feeds/114925520483168533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879151&amp;postID=114925520483168533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114925520483168533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879151/posts/default/114925520483168533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savethelastdanceforsummer.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-goin-gone.html' title='Go, goin, gone'/><author><name>dreamy summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16732642765432629615</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>
