<?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-368202763190547116</id><updated>2011-12-22T21:20:36.575+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><category term='Everyday Life'/><category term='Family Events'/><category term='Must Reads'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Randoms'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Letters'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Dramas and Films'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='School Life'/><category term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Fulfilling Life's Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections of a different perspective</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2278729717327834597</id><published>2011-12-01T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:31:52.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>SPM Books For Sale</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150437072042103.389815.809952102&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;l=fab6df6ab7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbox me at helenthong(at)facebook(dot)com for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2278729717327834597?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2278729717327834597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2278729717327834597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2278729717327834597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2278729717327834597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/12/spm-books-for-sale.html' title='SPM Books For Sale'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-94669094886656954</id><published>2011-07-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:14:50.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Istanbul #2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 - 20th July&lt;br /&gt;We started our day off with walking to Doga College. The college is a 15 minute walk away from the hotel. Along the way, there are a couple of donut stalls and a few other shops. When we reached the campus, we had breakfast in the cafeteria. Studying in Doga College will definitely make you healthy and lose weight because at almost every meal, salad and fruits are served. After breakfast, we convened in the Conference Room (probably the best place in the whole Doga College to be in because it has air-cond!) to start off the day with a morning assembly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the morning assembly, the theme song of the 2011 IDEA Youth Forum in Istanbul was revealed. Mind you, it is an addictive song&amp;nbsp;titled Istanbul by Sertab Erener&amp;nbsp;which is relatively easy to learn after you listen to it everyday for a week. Didem, the host coordinator taught us how to sing the chorus of the song and soon, we were singing and dancing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few other announcements for the day, the demo debate began. For us Malaysians who have never seen a Karl Popper (KP) debate before, it was a good insight to how the debate would be like. A unique thing about a KP debate is that it has cross-examination (which can be interesting or really scary depending on how you look at it). The demo debate was done by a few of the coaches and trainers and I believe that the whole debate has been uploaded online, so you can watch it on the IDEA website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some preparation labs after the debate with trainers to help us out in the debate. Our trainers were Rose and Sergei and they helped us a lot in finding our footing as we didn't really know how to approach a KP debate. We also had to settle some last minute points (a character typical of Malaysians) before our first ever KP debate which was going to happen on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was lunch, and then the pressure began. The KPDC started and our first round was against Botswana. Don't ask how it went because it was a disaster. Thankfully, we lost by a split decision so we didn't feel so demoralised. [A big thanks to the judge who voted in our favour! You know who you are ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were up against Croatia and it was time to redeem ourselves. This round went better and we &lt;br /&gt;won with a unanimous decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For both rounds, we were debating on the extended time preparation motion (meaning that we were supposed to have prepared since April for it) that "Nations of the world should increase the protection of economic and social rights of migrants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so tired after debate that we just headed back to the hotel and had a good rest for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've just came back from a long, tiring&amp;nbsp;excursion around the historical peninsula so please excuse my incoherence if I am not making much sense in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, pictures will be uploaded later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-94669094886656954?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/94669094886656954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=94669094886656954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/94669094886656954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/94669094886656954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/07/istanbul-2.html' title='Istanbul #2'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Istanbul, Turkey</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.00527 28.976959999999963</georss:point><georss:box>40.746252000000005 28.234385499999963 41.264288 29.719534499999963</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8276917919249698020</id><published>2011-07-26T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:07:05.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Istanbul #1</title><content type='html'>Yes people, I am in Istanbul now and sorry if you've been trying to reach me for the past 1 week and failed to do so. I'll be here for another week or so for the 2011 IDEA Youth Forum.&lt;br /&gt;The Youth Forum consists of a Karl Popper Debate Championships (which we ranked 23rd), educational tracks (I'm in the British Parlimentary) and also social activities every night! Life has been very hectic at the moment and I've been getting on the average of 5 to 6 hours of sleep each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleasha and Amanda are here too and there's also another Malaysian delegate from KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to give a brief insight into my life here everyday. Sorry if the updates are irregular as the Internet connection here is shaky and I can only use it in the mornings when everyone else is still asleep ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 0 - 18th July&lt;br /&gt;We left the Penang airport at around 9pm for our connecting flight to Changi airport. The airline we used was Singapore airlines so you can imagine how comfortable we were and how good the food was :) The flight was tiring, more so since we transited in Singapore for 2 hours at the early hours of the day. I'm sorry that I can't really upload pictures at the moment as I'm rushing for time but I'll do it the next time I am free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4HXOfJAvU/Ti5C-W_uyoI/AAAAAAAAAr0/mrj_gy0ud8I/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4HXOfJAvU/Ti5C-W_uyoI/AAAAAAAAAr0/mrj_gy0ud8I/s400/image.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid things we do in Changi while waiting for our flight.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 19th July&lt;br /&gt;We left Changi on the 1am flight to Istanbul. The flight was all right, though we had to sleep all the way there and couldn't really make full use of the in-flight entertainment. Food was good and regular (kudos to SIA!) and service was prompt. The plane landed at around 7.30am on the 19th in Istanbul's main airport, Ataturk. After passing through immigration, collectiong our bags, we waited for our hosts to pick us up from the airport. We left the airport in a Doga College bus (Doga College is the official partner of IDEA in hosting this forum in Turkey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey from the airport took around an hour. Istanbul's scenery is very different -- it probably has to do&amp;nbsp;with the fact that Turkey is part Europe and Asia. We shared the bus with&amp;nbsp;participants from Zimbabwe and Romania. In the bus, I sat with Noma from Zimbabwe and it was a fun trip talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached the hotel -- Greenpark Bostanci Hotel, one of the better hotels in Istanbul. Unfortunately (or fortunately) we were not&amp;nbsp;assigned to the same rooms because we were supposed to be 'intergrated'. My roomate, Nicola&amp;nbsp;was also from Zimbabwe (talk about coincidence) so we didn't have any problems introducing and fitting in because we had already met in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice, long awaited&amp;nbsp;shower, we went for lunch in&amp;nbsp;a cafe down the road from the hotel. Unfortunately, the weather during the day in Istanbul is as hot and humid as&amp;nbsp;Malaysia's. Fortunately,&amp;nbsp;Turkish food is delicious, especially the way they cook their meat. We tried the kebab (or something like that) in the cafe and it was delicious as well as reasonably priced. I had beef kebab, and personally, that was one of the best beef I had ever tasted (probably due to the fact that I was starving!) because of the way they cooked (grilled?) the meat and it was thinly sliced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the hotel and tried to discuss about the motions which we were supposed to have done since months ago. However, we were so tired that we weren't very productive and we had another nap. By the time we woke up, it was time for the opening ceremony in the hotel where we had a welcoming dinner with Turkish food and music. The weather at night in Istanbul is very windy which makes it a refreshing change from the hot weather of the day. After a party, we went back to our rooms for more discussion on the debate for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm really slow, only blogging about the first day while a week has already passed but I'll try to be more regular and upload more pictures whenever I am free or have a stable Internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8276917919249698020?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8276917919249698020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8276917919249698020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8276917919249698020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8276917919249698020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/07/istanbul-1.html' title='Istanbul #1'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4HXOfJAvU/Ti5C-W_uyoI/AAAAAAAAAr0/mrj_gy0ud8I/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Istanbul, Turkey</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.00527 28.976959999999963</georss:point><georss:box>40.746252000000005 28.234385499999963 41.264288 29.719534499999963</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6831453977666075796</id><published>2011-02-12T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:15:52.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone, I'm gonna have to take a break from this letter writing challenge as I've just been swamped with a whole lot of work. I'll probably resume during the March holidays (only a month away, don't worry) so please be patient! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, please pray for me too. I'm so scared for exams which I'm not prepared for and some other things that I'm doing on the side. If you have any questions, please inbox me. Thanks and see you after a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6831453977666075796?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6831453977666075796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6831453977666075796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6831453977666075796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6831453977666075796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2427121595634790353</id><published>2011-02-09T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:28:00.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fussy and picky that deep, deep down in my heart I know that I'll never meet you. But today, I am supposed to write a letter to 'Someone you wish you could meet', so I chose to write to you. I wonder if you're someone I know, but I highly doubt it. Hopefully, you're someone that I'll get to know in the future. I was made to write about you recently -- more specifically, the qualities and traits that I would like to see in you. That got me thinking long and hard about what I actually wanted in life. Personally, I feel that my essay did not reflect me that much because I still don't know what I want. And if I don't know what I want, how am I supposed to go and look for it? You'll always remain as a puzzle to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This letter is actually for my 'ideal husband'. I had to write an essay on that topic for my holiday homework. I'll post it up here after it's checked and commented by my English teacher. Keep on checking this blog for updates! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2427121595634790353?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2427121595634790353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2427121595634790353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2427121595634790353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2427121595634790353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6957440096319118412</id><published>2011-02-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:13:00.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear R,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you'd count as an internet friend. I keep in touch with you through the internet so I suppose you are. I miss you so much and even more so now. Thank you for always being there for me and letting me be a part of your life although we can only talk through the internet now. Thank God for twitter, msn, facebook and of course for the phone because without these tools, I am sure that our friendship would not have lasted for so long. Come back soon, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6957440096319118412?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6957440096319118412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6957440096319118412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6957440096319118412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6957440096319118412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2395284013942725421</id><published>2011-02-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:01:00.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never meant to be, and I have given up. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2395284013942725421?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2395284013942725421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2395284013942725421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2395284013942725421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2395284013942725421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7614489443532911696</id><published>2011-02-06T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:54:00.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you well. In fact, I don't know you at all. But I do hope I'll get to know you in time, if and when we ever meet. For now, I'll just hope that we meet because we might just end up being the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7614489443532911696?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7614489443532911696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7614489443532911696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7614489443532911696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7614489443532911696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-38076937033259779</id><published>2011-02-05T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:00:18.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always entertaining me at night. Not forgetting during the day, especially during boring classes in school. However, you are the best on rainy days, because that is when I forget about myself and my problems and just let you take over. I wonder though, how much of you will come true, whether what I see in you now will actually happen in the future. Most importantly, will you ever change in the times to come? Please don't, dear dreams for I like you best now, what with the future being so uncertain. Sometimes, you're all I have in life because you have never left me even though I push you away sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamily, yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-38076937033259779?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/38076937033259779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=38076937033259779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/38076937033259779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/38076937033259779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5698817426865751709</id><published>2011-02-04T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:00:08.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 哥,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered how life would be if I had an elder brother. However, as I will never know, I can only imagine. And in my imagination, everything is perfect and so are you. I'd like to think that you're at least 3 years older than me, maybe studying in a university now. In my imagination, you came back last week, to celebrate Chinese New Year with me. You were regaling me with your university exploits and we would talk past midnight. Later, you promise to help me with physics because you are good at it and I am thankful for that and also for you. I wish I had you but because I don't and I never will, I shall imagine you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;妹&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5698817426865751709?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5698817426865751709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=5698817426865751709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5698817426865751709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5698817426865751709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7082013876410596377</id><published>2011-02-03T01:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:59:59.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mom &amp;amp; dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I've been disappointing you so much recently. I hope 2011 will be better and less stressful for all of us. It's funny to see how fast time flies and how much things have changed now. Thank you for all the support, encouragement and love all these years. And of course, for all the financial support in everything I do. I am the person I am today because of you and I am eternally grateful for that. Not only for the height, but also for the talents and personality that I have. Although I don't say this often, mom &amp;amp; dad, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7082013876410596377?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7082013876410596377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7082013876410596377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7082013876410596377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7082013876410596377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4179704241104777362</id><published>2011-02-02T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:59:24.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dear L,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's a wonder how I've liked you for so long (maybe 2 years or so?) but never got around to tell you so. It was love at first sight when my cousin and friends introduced me to you on that fateful day after exams. I love the way you play so many instruments and sing so awesomely well till you make me melt. Thank you for inspiring me and improving my Chinese. However, I know we will never work out, partly because of the age difference and also because you don't know me. Therefore, I can only remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;regretfully yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;PS: Comment if you think you know who the mystery guy is! I promise to reveal his identity at the end of the challenge ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4179704241104777362?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4179704241104777362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4179704241104777362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4179704241104777362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4179704241104777362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7703239345286043881</id><published>2011-02-01T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:58:53.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>This letter is part of a &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html"&gt;30 day letter challenge&lt;/a&gt; that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been great knowing you all these years. Thank you for always being there for me, for listening to all my problems, for all the encouragement and for never stabbing me from the back. I understand that people change over time, but I'm glad that in spite of time and personality differences, we can still get along well, even until now. I hope things will continue to get better in time and although we will be parting ways very, very soon, (you will see what I mean soon, I promise) you'll be someone I'll always remember with fond memories in the years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7703239345286043881?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7703239345286043881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7703239345286043881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7703239345286043881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7703239345286043881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7940475677128046487</id><published>2011-01-31T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:09:51.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Day Letter Challenge</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I'm sorry for being very inactive on blogger lately. I wonder how many people even bother to check my blog nowadays :x The truth is, I've been swamped with work (hint: school) and a whole lot of other things to the point I've&amp;nbsp;neglected&amp;nbsp;other&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;I enjoy doing too. As a penance, I will be blogging everyday for the next 30 days to write letters to people who may or may not read this blog. This post was inspired by &lt;a href="http://tumblring.net/tumblr-30-day-letter-challenge/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and you are most welcome to comment and respond (that is, if you are confident that you are the person I'm referring to). Let's begin and hopefully, I will stick to this for the whole month of February and the beginning of March too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;My 30 Day Letter Challenge.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: inside; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 2.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7940475677128046487?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7940475677128046487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7940475677128046487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7940475677128046487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7940475677128046487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-letter-challenge.html' title='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3781563011208132256</id><published>2010-06-22T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:17:11.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;For the past 3 afternoons, I had to tolerate what sounded like a stubborn cat howling noisily for hours. Then, yesterday, I found out that it was in fact my neighbour's new born child who had been crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well, whether it is a cat or a baby. It does not make any difference. My afternoon nap was being ruined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So this afternoon, I took 'preventive' measures to avoid the 'noise pollution'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Guess what I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I actually played classical music using the computer and slept with it on. And it works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now, the likes of Chopin, Schumann and Tchaikovsky are on my playlist and their pieces really help in drowning out the baby's cries. And I get to sleep soundly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;To everyone who thinks that the classical music I listen to must be very boring if I actually can fall asleep, it's not! In fact, classical pieces from the romantic period are my favourites and they are in reality very soothing and calming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Some recommendations for those of you who need quality sleep or maybe, just want to be relaxed, you can try listening to these songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chopin's Waltzes, Preludes and Nocturnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Schumann's Carnaval Opus 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tchaikovsky's Les Saison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Happy listening and sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 114px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3781563011208132256?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3781563011208132256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3781563011208132256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3781563011208132256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3781563011208132256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/06/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5853936152593211457</id><published>2010-06-21T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:12:23.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>On Days Like These...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just feel like curling up into a ball and go into a deep deep sleep and not be bothered by random phone calls from people at odd hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://treesflowersbirds.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/rain.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today was another one of those days where it just rained incessantly. Rainy days like these make me do things I hardly do for enjoyment (think add. math and mandarin) but then again, the cool weather just simply makes me tolerable even of the driest subjects (accounts) and thus the rain is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, ignore that whole paragraph of crap above. My brain's not functioning now thanks to the lovely sound of the raindrops pattering on my window. I think I'll take a break for now and have a rare blissful moment of just enjoying the rain (while it lasts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.thestylehouse.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/weather-picture-photo-mist-rain-reddeath.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ashley Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="float: left; height: 114px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5853936152593211457?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5853936152593211457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=5853936152593211457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5853936152593211457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5853936152593211457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-days-like-these.html' title='On Days Like These...'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-1669869496474032104</id><published>2010-06-13T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:04:29.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>World Cup Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2006-03/14/xin_280303142035921226777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to be bitten by the World Cup bug at this particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 10 minutes of a football match yesterday night. It was between Argentina and Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda disappointing, to tell you the truth. I had been channel-surfing and finally decided to watch a match just for the sake of watching something. By the time I started watching, it was already 20 minutes into the game and Argentina had scored a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, after getting lost in the sea of blue and green players, I gave up. Not only was it boring, there were also too many missed opportunities, especially for the Argentinian team. They failed to score when they should have. &lt;i&gt;Okay, I know I risk angering all you football fans out there when I don't even know what I'm talking about. So I shall stop with my comments about this particular game.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started people watching. Unfortunately, the both teams did not have any eye candy, and I gave up watching after 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messifanatic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/messi-argentina-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://messifanatic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/messi-argentina-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Err...never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started 'following' the World Cup in 2002. That was the first World Cup I actually took an interest in. At that time, being young and impressionable, I supported the top teams such as Brazil and England. I know, some of you will probably say that I'm being bimbotic and everything for supporting a team like England, but hey, I was only 8 at that time. I wouldn't have known better. I remember being all excited over players such as David Beckham and Michael Owen. And that year was also the first (and last) time I ever made a bet about football. I bet&amp;nbsp;against my father that Brazil would win the finals against Germany. In the event that I won, we would eat at a restaurant of my choice. If I lost, oh well, we would still have to eat somewhere anyway. It was also the first time I watched 2 hours of football just to make sure that 'my team' won. To cut a long story short, Brazil won the match and I got to eat at a fancy Indian restaurant. And also had the opportunity to gloat that I 'correctly predicted' the winner and won my first bet. I know this sounds really lame, but 8 years ago, that was an exciting event in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward another 4 years on to the next World Cup. I was rather upset with Brazil and England as neither teams made it through to the finals. But then, I was wiser, I didn't really support both teams even in the initial stages. Instead, I made it a point to support the underdogs (or more like obscure countries with funny names) such as Trinidad &amp;amp; Tobago and Ivory Coast. Of course, they never really made an impact, but I wasn't really that interested in this particular World Cup as I had other things to worry about (think UPSR). The finals was disappointing, Italy against France. I didn't even watch the finals as I felt those 2 teams weren't worth my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, I'll be supporting the underdogs again. On my list is the North Korea team! Never mind about what happens in politics. This is football and sports is one of the few things that actually unite people. According to the newspapers, North Korea has a team which has strong stamina but lacking in skill. Also, they are determined to win for the glory of their leader and country. Well, determination will get you somewhere, so I really do hope that they create an upset and kick out of the top ranked teams. Another team that I'm rooting for is the South Africa team as they are the host country. It'll be really cool if they make it far too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There you have it, my (somewhat amateurish) take on football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, when all these teams fail me, I can always go back to another 'side' of football. &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/worldcup2010/article-1283339/WORLD-CUP-2010-Here-come-England-WAGs.html"&gt;WAG watching&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Waka Waka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 114px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-1669869496474032104?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1669869496474032104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=1669869496474032104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1669869496474032104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1669869496474032104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-mania.html' title='World Cup Mania'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-263564382166836748</id><published>2010-06-12T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:25:59.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/guides/2010_Movie_Preview/2010Preview_TheKarateKid_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just watched The Karate Kid in Queensbay Mall and enjoyed myself tremendously. A must watch movie for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This movie is about a boy, Dre Parker (Jaden Smith) who moves to Beijing. After being bullied by Cheng (who is my favourite&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;boy is the show!) he learns Kungfu from Mr. Han (Jackie Chan). Dre falls in love with a Chinese girl Mei Ying who is apparently a violin prodigee. Dre joins the local Kungfu competition and beats Cheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's really hilarious, especially when Dre speaks Mandarin with an accent. I also appreciated the efforts of the production team to make the scenes in China as genuine as possible, by including the local culture in it. The music in the movie is diverse too, with the latest hip-hop songs and also a beautiful classical song played by Mei Ying on the violin. If any of you know the title of the song, please do let me know. It's so sad and beautiful at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Watch the show. You won't regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="float: left; height: 114px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-263564382166836748?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/263564382166836748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=263564382166836748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/263564382166836748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/263564382166836748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid.html' title='The Karate Kid'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2202858247966307216</id><published>2010-06-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:07:49.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Love at First Sight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was a Sunday morning when I first saw him. I had only caught a glimpse of him, but in a single glance, I knew that he was the one. He caught me staring and glared angrily at me. I immediately dropped my gaze. However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was still observing me. What does he see in me? I wondered. Nevertheless, I pretended to continue scanning through the paperback novel that I had been reading. After a few minutes, I could not take the suspense any longer. I stole a peek at him again. He was still looking at me. I ignored him and returned to my book. Suddenly, I heard a deep voice asking, "I see that you are reading a book. But why is your book upside down?" Cheeks red, ears tingling and heart pounding, I turned to my right slowly with a small smile playing on my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Note: This was a combined effort of an English essay between my classmate and I. She supplied the ideas while I merely put them into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 114px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2202858247966307216?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2202858247966307216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2202858247966307216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2202858247966307216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2202858247966307216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at First Sight?'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4996063487128553237</id><published>2010-05-29T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:51:46.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Post Mortem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Let's just put it this way. I could have done so much better. I could have tried harder. I could have at least made myself believe I cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's a little too late for all that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life still goes on, and it's up to us to pick up the pieces and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I could have made an impact. Things would have been different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I need to stop thinking about myself only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I need to start caring about others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 114px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4996063487128553237?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4996063487128553237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4996063487128553237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4996063487128553237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4996063487128553237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-mortem.html' title='Post Mortem'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4651274221917142838</id><published>2010-04-19T14:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:23:52.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Fame UP! The end of another chapter in life</title><content type='html'>Fame UP!: The Musical is something that I'm very proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S8wKC5pL3NI/AAAAAAAAArU/TqyQda4H4AU/s1600/Fame+UP%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S8wKC5pL3NI/AAAAAAAAArU/TqyQda4H4AU/s400/Fame+UP%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461751493043150034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the people behind this musical who have been working so hard for the past 6 months or so. All of you have put in so much effort into this musical that it is no wonder that all 3 nights have been a phenomenal success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone, from the actors &amp;amp; actresses, to the band, musicians &amp;amp; cakgelong team, the unseen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but highly appreciated&lt;/span&gt; members of the crew &amp;amp; production team and of course, the emcees and teachers who have been working tirelessly since last year to ensure the success of this musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Fame UP! to me, initially started of just as another project, another project to accomplish, another project to include into my resume. However, as the days passed, and boy, did they fly pass me, I realised that this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (I know how cliched that sounds, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; true) and that I should make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the span of 6 months, I have made many new friends, people whom I don't normally interact with in school, but thanks to Fame UP!, all of you have become part of my family. You have all taught me so many different things, in ways  you may not know of, but you have made a huge difference in my life,  some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning and organising Fame UP! has not been an easy task and I am very fortunate to have such a supportive production team and teachers who have been such a blessing. It is indeed a joy working with all of you and I am glad to also get the chance to know you all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the production of this musical, there were also numerous conflicts and arguments between the cast &amp;amp; crew but I am pleased that all of us (and me included) have managed to close ranks and work towards a common goal, which is to make this musical a hit. I know that I have been very harsh with some of you and I would like to apologise for my behavior.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the feelings I feel whenever I see the cast, band and musicians performing to their very best and and not forgetting the crew who worked behind the scenes during the show. It is indeed a moment to be proud of, and I am very sure that you are all proud of yourselves too. Fame UP! is a huge success to me, and I do not care about the comments from others because I know you have all done your best for this musical and it DID pay off. &lt;span&gt;And thanks to your hard work and dedication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fame UP! is a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame UP! will always have a special place in my heart as it is the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and probably the last! &lt;/span&gt;musical that I have produced in St. George's. Thank you everyone once again for giving me this opportunity to work with all of you. I really miss all of you now and I will definitely feel lost for a month or so without having to attend practices, shouting at people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and also being shouted at!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much you all mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S8wKCC8mVjI/AAAAAAAAArM/uOgabBugQLw/s1600/24497_1399143813730_1086313012_1210755_7818009_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S8wKCC8mVjI/AAAAAAAAArM/uOgabBugQLw/s400/24497_1399143813730_1086313012_1210755_7818009_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461751478360626738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fame UP&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥ you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4651274221917142838?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4651274221917142838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4651274221917142838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4651274221917142838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4651274221917142838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/04/fame-up-end-of-another-chapter-in-life.html' title='Fame UP! The end of another chapter in life'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S8wKC5pL3NI/AAAAAAAAArU/TqyQda4H4AU/s72-c/Fame+UP%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8477526368046584996</id><published>2010-03-15T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:45:07.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Stalking Time!</title><content type='html'>Dear All-My-Would-Be-Stalkers-Out-There,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You now have the opportunity of a lifetime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me any question. And I will try my best (note the try!) to answer it as honestly as I can within my capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/helenthong?&amp;size=large&amp;bgcolor=%23CCFF33&amp;fgcolor=%23FF3399" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="400" height="275" style="border:none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/helenthong"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/helenthong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I wonder what nonsensical questions will my dear friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cum stalkers&lt;/span&gt; will pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8477526368046584996?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8477526368046584996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8477526368046584996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8477526368046584996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8477526368046584996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/03/stalking-time.html' title='Stalking Time!'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6512518267952015489</id><published>2010-03-11T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:32:38.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>A Reprieve</title><content type='html'>Exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, please do something about my Bio marks. I think I might actually fail an exam for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time in my life! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've abandoned my blog for more than a month. But school is really taking its toll on me and thus, I still have a lot of unfinished work to complete which is due in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do now. Should I publish all my previous posts from February and March or just leave it and start a new post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post strikes me as a rather messy as my thoughts are all over the place. But what can I say? It's HOLIDAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6512518267952015489?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6512518267952015489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6512518267952015489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6512518267952015489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6512518267952015489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/03/reprieve.html' title='A Reprieve'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5554795999558920479</id><published>2010-02-14T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:42:38.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>There Once Lived A Girl Named Zuhad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What a sight!&lt;br /&gt;What a fright!&lt;br /&gt;2A's becoming a little too tight.&lt;br /&gt;How we groaned,&lt;br /&gt;How we moaned,&lt;br /&gt;Zuhad's strutting in on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls go Oooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Janice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Oh no! She's sitting in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh no! Her head's big, I can't see!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I wonder how she could be friends with Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Emily:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only what you see,&lt;br /&gt;Back then in primary,&lt;br /&gt;In reality, her, me no likey,&lt;br /&gt;Because she power crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sher Maine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Exactly!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days pass,&lt;br /&gt;She made less of a fuss,&lt;br /&gt;And smiling a must,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sher Maine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; How it creeped me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were given a task -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Introduce a drama to represent your class!&lt;br /&gt;How we squealed,&lt;br /&gt;How we reeled,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;anice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; This is SO gonna be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; But oh wait, there's a problem,&lt;br /&gt;If Sher Maine's gonna be Jake,&lt;br /&gt;Then the part of Tracy - who will take?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it's gonna be fake,&lt;br /&gt;Like Janice's half - baked cake! (Toastie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Long Road Home to A Leap Of Faith,&lt;br /&gt;A stunning performance you always gave,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eleasha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Oh my gosh, she cries on cue!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I totally envy you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Zuhad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I gotta go. My bus is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; At the beach??!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Zuhad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Oh shoot! I left my purse!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Zuhad, you're running in bedroom slippers??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the pages and you will find,&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things that will blow your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Memories that will never fade in time,&lt;br /&gt;And did you realise? This whole poem rhymes!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="float: left; height: 114px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5554795999558920479?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5554795999558920479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=5554795999558920479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5554795999558920479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5554795999558920479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-once-lived-girl-named-zuhad.html' title='There Once Lived A Girl Named Zuhad...'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-69492486198087308</id><published>2010-02-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:38:02.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Eleasha's Iced Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dedicated to Eleasha's favourite Iced Tea ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh Tea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're as deep as the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As delicious as a pea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As cute as a bumblebee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Tea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You resemble a stinky flea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh Tea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Tea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 114px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-69492486198087308?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/69492486198087308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=69492486198087308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/69492486198087308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/69492486198087308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/02/eleashas-iced-tea.html' title='Eleasha&apos;s Iced Tea'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7522774782940413714</id><published>2010-01-23T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:47:57.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>The Theorem of School Life</title><content type='html'>This is the third week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these equations pretty much sum up my whole week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen's Theorem of School&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School = Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments + Presentations = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-Time) + Homework = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time - Homework = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-Sleep) + Stress + Homework&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; = EXHAUSTION AT THE END OF THE WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;∴ School = Work + Homework = Stress + Exhaustion= &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "Thank God It's Friday" Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's how this theorem came about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to the school hall during the middle of our Civics lesson to listen to an announcement from our principal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay! No need to listen to teacher's lecture!&lt;/span&gt; Turns out that our school received the "Sekolah Berprestasi Tinggi" (High Performing School) award from the Ministry of Education. It seems that our school is the only school from Penang to receive the award. As much as I am happy for the school, I am fully aware that Awards = Work. Thus I am so happy that next year will be my last year in school! Anyways, it feels good to beat a certain school which shall not be named in receiving this award! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Nyeh nyeh nyeh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher enlightened us on our class name today. I am in 4 Aked this year. And she just found out that the English translation for "Aked" is Agate. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wait till you hear how it's pronounced. Apparently, if you follow the International Phonetic Alphabet, Agate is pronounced as /ˈæɡət/. Dunno how to decode that? Basically Agate = Aggot (Think of maggots without the m) And all of us thought it was pronounced as A-gate. But no, we are now all 4 m-aggots! So whenever our English teacher feels like teasing us, she'll call our class 4 Aggot! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me Aked over Aggot anytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long long long day. I did not go home till 7.30pm for dinner. We had a Fame Up! practice in the school hall after school until 5pm. It was a combined practice between the acting and dance department. Overall, it went rather well and we accomplished a lot! I had to leave early at 4.30pm because of my music class and went straight from school to Sungai Ara which took about an hour. I had McD for lunch at 5pm in the car. Music class was fine, but I was very tired and sweaty and very uncomfortable. Slept &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more like collapsed&lt;/span&gt; at around 12pm after completing all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for debate auditions after school. We had to speak on whether we are proud to be a girl or would choose to be a boy and give our reasons.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I chose the stand that I was proud of being a girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely!&lt;/span&gt; and everything went okay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So, I think I'm in the team?&lt;/span&gt; But I honestly don't know how I'm gonna cope with everything - Fame Up!, debate, music, prefect duties, tuition and most importantly studies! To make things worse, I'll probably have to spend a week in KL in March for the HELP debate workshop and that is the exact same time Fame Up! practices will be intensified. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohdearohdearohdear.&lt;/span&gt; If only I can split myself into 2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sports practice immediately after debate auditions. We had to do high jump and shot put that afternoon. One thing for sure, high jump = epic failure! Almost the whole of the F4 Cavell population ran towards the bar and pushed it instead of jumping over it. Some students &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours truly included&lt;/span&gt; ran towards the bar and veered off at the last possible moment, thus eliminating the need to even touch the bar! It was so hilarious watching the girls doing all sorts of crazy stunts and failing in the process. As Eleasha aptly puts it, it's even better than stand-up comedy! Shot put wasn't too bad though. We F4s watched the F2s being coached by a teacher on the proper technique of throwing the put. Fortunately, that teacher did not insist on teaching us F4s on the proper way of throwing too! But according to her, my throw isn't even far enough to get 1/2 mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home late as usual and had to rush for Math tuition after that. And my teacher made things worse by announcing that today's class would be 2 hours of Additional Math instead of 1 hour of Add. Math and 1 hour of Mod. Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; You are ahead in Modern Math now, so today we shall focus on your Add. Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Groans silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 hours was spent with me trying to decode the linear law of lines and integration. And of cause, trying not to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 9pm, in time for dinner. I was too tired to finish my homework for the day, so I just went straight to sleep at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. According to Emily who called me at 10.30pm, she was very surprised to hear that I was asleep! Oh well, I guess today was the rare exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked the prefect board first thing in the morning. The seniors reminded us that the list of successful candidates would be posted up on Friday. So yes, I am currently a probationary prefect under a F5 senior. And I received my duties from my senior during recess. I have so many duties now! There's canteen duty everyday, latecomers duty and also day duty. Goodbye to all free time of any sort starting from Monday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were forced to do the lompat kijang (triple jump) for first period of PE. And to make things worse, I have absolutely zero knowledge on any kinds of jumps. And the assessment for this jump will be held next week. So wish me luck, I think I will really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school although it's a Saturday. However, I only stayed until 9.20am for chemistry because of a "&lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuition-culture-shock.html"&gt;family function&lt;/a&gt;". I don't think I will elaborate further lest I get into trouble. So that's all you will ever know about what happened in school/during school hours on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to QB to buy some books and things. Ended up buying a pair of Scholls too. They're really comfortable, compared to the gladiators/stilettos I wear. Although the mere mention of the word Scholls brings to mind a pair of what I call "aunty shoes", they do have fashionable sandals, though with that same price, I can probably buy 6 pair of gladiators from the pasar malam. Had lunch in a Japanese restaurant there after shopping. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask me what it's called, I have absolutely no idea&lt;/span&gt;. All I know is how to get there and that the food there tastes good and is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I proofread this post, I realize that I have loads of equations peppered throughout the whole post. What to do? I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me, is there any chance of next week's equation being Holiday = Sleep + Rest?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=" try=" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7522774782940413714?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7522774782940413714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7522774782940413714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7522774782940413714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7522774782940413714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-third-week-of-school.html' title='The Theorem of School Life'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3685227439795761704</id><published>2010-01-17T17:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:11:32.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>Of Onion Thieves, Sweet Sixteens and Pencil Boxes</title><content type='html'>Well, the second week of school was definitely much better than the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't miss that many classes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in fact I don't think I missed any at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the highlights of the week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In chronological order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my first actual work of accounting. Accounts is not easy! And it's so frustrating when your debit/credit does not balance! *Urgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1LggI8wBTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/I3CC1Sf43Tc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1LggI8wBTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/I3CC1Sf43Tc/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427647343697593650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can someone tell me if bank overdraft goes under debit or credit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. Had a lot of homework to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1Lgg40N8OI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LikT4y-NxJk/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1Lgg40N8OI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LikT4y-NxJk/s320/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427647356546707682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-Curricular Day in school. A whole afternoon of chaos as every club tries to make the most noise to attract gullible juniors &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and some seniors!)&lt;/span&gt; into joining their societies. I had to help set up a booth for the Tennis Club as I'm the secretary. Fortunately, the other committee members wanted to leave early too and so we cleared everything by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an onion thief in my class! Jan's onion for bio got stolen! Luckily, one of our friends 'donated' our group an onion. The things people do -  resorting to stealing onions &lt;span&gt;just because&lt;/span&gt; they forgot to bring them for bio. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, you can easily buy them in the canteen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1Lghor-PBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Xe2qZ0VOR74/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1Lghor-PBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Xe2qZ0VOR74/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427647369397025810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The humble onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finished my first ever 400m run in school during sports practice! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So happy.&lt;/span&gt; Looks like swimming really helped to improve my stamina as previously I could only run half of the track and walked the rest of the way. Sports practice ended early. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday! My sixteenth one to be precise. Thank you everyone who wished me in school, via facebook and also to those who gave me presents and money! Y'all really made my day.&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1Lggm3Jb2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8CnemXabpg4/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1Lggm3Jb2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8CnemXabpg4/s320/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427647351727157090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost 100+ people wished me via facebook alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had to go for a prefect interview. Fortunately, we were interviewed in groups of 5, so it wasn't that nerve-racking, though the atmosphere in the room was rather tensed. After the interview, I had caklempong/gamelan practice and as usual, we had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went for a birthday dinner with my family in  Waka Japanese Restaurant, City Bayview Hotel. View the pics &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37341&amp;amp;id=1625663841"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Fame Up! rehearsal in the school hall in the morning. We managed to accomplish quite a lot within 2 hours of practice. After that, I had another 2 hours of chem tuition. Thank goodness, our teacher didn't give any homework for the week. I fell sick at night but felt much better after sleeping for 12 hours. Probably it's because I'm always so sleep-deprived during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling much better. Went to GP in the afternoon, but thankfully, I did not see anyone familiar. Saw a lot of HAMKs there, though. And I bought a new pencil box! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About time too.&lt;/span&gt; My current one is already 2 years old. For some reason, I find it hard to buy pencil boxes because there's always something wrong with the size, pattern, colour and design. So I'm glad I found one that suits my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1LghR-LKoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XWtX3QKPDbU/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1LghR-LKoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XWtX3QKPDbU/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427647363299355266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My old one on the left, the newly bought one on the right. Same colour and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow, what do you bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3685227439795761704?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3685227439795761704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3685227439795761704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3685227439795761704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3685227439795761704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-onion-thieves-sweet-sixteeness-and.html' title='Of Onion Thieves, Sweet Sixteens and Pencil Boxes'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S1LggI8wBTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/I3CC1Sf43Tc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3961772000400821015</id><published>2010-01-10T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:33:03.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>The First Week of 2010</title><content type='html'>I feel as though a whole month has passed. Not just one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this weekend for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had my first experience of being squashed inside a sardine can during Chemistry tuition. To add further salt to the wound, the teacher gave us 80 questions testing on the formula of compounds too! Today, I saw the Chief Minister and his consort in church, went to a bookstore to buy books and saw my Physics tuition teacher there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and I spent a whole hour today completing the 80 questions too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I can proudly say that I have completed all of this week's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodium Oxide = Na&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;O, &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;Ammonium Thiosulphate = (NH&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Manganese (IV) Phosphate = Mn&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;(PO&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, can't resist showing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen T. has officially survived the first week of 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3961772000400821015?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3961772000400821015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3961772000400821015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3961772000400821015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3961772000400821015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-2010.html' title='The First Week of 2010'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7471510726276054056</id><published>2010-01-09T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:58:39.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>Tuition Culture Shock</title><content type='html'>Today was my first chemistry tuition lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a huge culture shock for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw half if not almost all of Penang's Form 4 population there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the only large tuition session I go to is for BM and even then, there's only around 30+ people per class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a description of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine an averaged sized room filled with almost 60 people, no air-conditioning and definitely no space to turn or move around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was in that condition for 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not even move my chair at all because there was no space! And forget about pushing the chair back as the table behind is pushed all the way to your back. Writing notes was a nightmare. I had to be careful not to accidentally jog my neighbour's arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suppose to last in the claustrophobic-inducing condition for this whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what to do? The teacher is very good so I suppose I'll just have to bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never complain about the amount of students and lack of space in 4A anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7471510726276054056?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7471510726276054056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7471510726276054056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7471510726276054056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7471510726276054056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuition-culture-shock.html' title='Tuition Culture Shock'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3829451983050840832</id><published>2010-01-08T22:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:40:48.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>First Week of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone, I'm still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened this week, that my head is still in a blur now. It really feels as though I've been school for almost a year! At the most, I've had only 5-6 hours of sleep each night. It's worse in school, I missed half of Thursday's lesson and the whole of Friday's class. I can practically qualify to be a teacher in school, judging by the amount of time I spend in the staff room everyday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And don't get me started on the homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we had a Fame Up! photo shoot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;USM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! The pictures are so so so nice! *Melts* Especially the wedding ones and chicken head too! *Wink* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/span&gt; To the rest of the world, the pictures will probably released sometime nearer to the musical, so you just have to wait for it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my Thursday was spent following teacher around the whole school and today, I spent the whole day in the gym, hall and staffroom. Honestly, I really don't know what will happen to my studies if it were not for tuition.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a proper recess yet, haven't had dinner on time and an afternoon nap with the exception of today, no time to watch TV, but oh well, I'll live, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to take more subjects this year. So far, I enjoy Chemistry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We have a really good teacher)&lt;/span&gt; Physics is quite okay too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thanks to my tuition teacher)&lt;/span&gt; and Add Math &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's Math, do I even have to explain?)&lt;/span&gt; As for the rest of the subjects, well, we'll just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably miss another half day of lessons on Monday too as the Fame Up! Press Preview will be held in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ohdearohdearohdear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish me all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3829451983050840832?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3829451983050840832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3829451983050840832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3829451983050840832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3829451983050840832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-school.html' title='First Week of School'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8237011071580557991</id><published>2010-01-01T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:41:08.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Resolutions: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;2009 is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ng to an end. In the beginning of this year, I made &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html"&gt;10 resolutions&lt;/a&gt;. Let's see how they have turned out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2009 Goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get straight A's for PMR. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fulfilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study more, relax less. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fulfilled - 7As are my proof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice my piano, violin and guitar more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhat fulfilled, I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pass my Grade 8 Theory exams in March. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fulfilled - I passed with the minimum passing mark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Improve and master Form 4's Additional and Modern Maths. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm....I have already finished the Form 4 syllabus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make more friends and be less cliquish. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Improve my mandarin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think my mandarin has improved, somewhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend more time with my family and friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Be more active in sports and school activities. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda fulfilled too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Organize and/or act in a class drama/film. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fulfilled!! Watch Of Roti Bakar &amp;amp; French Toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Set manageable and attainable goals so that they can be easily fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Resolutions for 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally supposed to have 10 resolutions this year, but somehow, I just couldn't think of another 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Survive school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I say survive school, I really mean scoring straights in academics &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(A+ = 90-100)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; juggling all CCAs successfully and surviving the harsh politicking which happens daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass Grade 8 Piano &amp;amp; Violin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merit would be nice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distinction would be a dream come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete SPM syllabus for Modern Math &amp;amp; Additional Math. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The faster, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Improve my English. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Completely banish all usage of the various MSN abbreviations and acronyms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare for SAT and a whole lot of other entrance exams too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. This is where the improved English and Maths comes in handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop wasting time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be more organized. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bought a planner this year. Let's just hope I remember to use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get along with everyone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other words, be more patient and smile more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, my 8 goals of the year. Hopefully, by the time 2011 approaches, I will be able to say that I have managed to fulfill all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8237011071580557991?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8237011071580557991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8237011071580557991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8237011071580557991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8237011071580557991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions-part-ii.html' title='Resolutions: Part II'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7116912303142930383</id><published>2009-12-29T14:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:30:58.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Reflections &amp; Revelations of 2009</title><content type='html'>It is 12 midnight and I am thinking about the events of the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another night where sleep eludes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about my friends. And smile when I recollect those memories so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLv5SH_-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/1qBCnQ266zM/s1600-h/10733_154034816654_523221654_2861086_5147395_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLv5SH_-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/1qBCnQ266zM/s320/10733_154034816654_523221654_2861086_5147395_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224788069220322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I just wanna state that this was the best memorable year so far in my schooling life due to the events and people which have played a monumental part in my life. Thank you so much to these people whom I call as my friends. You have no idea of how much I cherish the little things which you have done in my life which have made a significant difference in me. Each one of you has taught me that the best things in life do not come from materialism but instead love and joy can come from the simplest things which happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, spending a year and sometimes more in your presence nearly everyday has made me realise that I can learn to overcome the adversities in life with a lot of support and encouragement from all of you. You are all special and you have taught me in different ways, in ways you may not know of, but you have made a huge difference in my life, some way or another. I realise that although years may past and friendships do drift apart due to unforeseen circumstances, I really do hope and pray that our friendships will stand the test of time. I was placed in the same class with you all this year and this has been a constant thanksgiving for me all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I give you the 8 people whom have made an impact me - in some way or another, in ways you may not even realise, but which I am eternally grateful for. In alphabetical order -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just like in the name list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ61YECjI/AAAAAAAAApM/8o7L-HhbzQw/s1600-h/Eleasha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ61YECjI/AAAAAAAAApM/8o7L-HhbzQw/s320/Eleasha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420532862556572210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha Chew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew you in Form 1 although we were in the same class, probably because I was living in my own world at that time. Fortunately, things changed in Form 2 when we had to do our first proper English drama as a class.  You were the one who made me appreciate drama more, planning each one meticulously, for I had not done dramas before, much less act in one. In that same year, you also gave the experience of producing a short film, a rare opportunity which I enjoyed deeply. We would spend days discussing plots for short films but write the proper script in only 2 days! Needless to say, everything went well and dramas and short films will definitely hold a special place in my heart. As for writing corny, cheesy lines for dramas and short films, camwhor - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops! I meant showcasing our artistic temperaments&lt;/span&gt;, telling grandmother stories about your interesting pre-secondary school life, planning the days when we would skip school together &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You did not read that!&lt;/span&gt;, writing crazy poems about our friends, these memories will always make me laugh whenever I think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ7Pc5mhI/AAAAAAAAApU/uqfXwMs6nnc/s1600-h/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ7Pc5mhI/AAAAAAAAApU/uqfXwMs6nnc/s320/Emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420532869556181522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda knew you from Kumon, you were the smart girl who was already levels higher than me. I knew you better in Form 2, when we were in the same class. But back then, I hardly saw you in class as you were always so busy with your activities and competitions. It was a good thing when we were in the same class for Form 3, but by then you weren't the quiet Emily Tan anymore. You had changed into Miley Lee! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah, just kidding&lt;/span&gt;. I remember when a group of us would always crowd round a newspaper and give our own comments of the daily news. Oh, and of course, hiding pictures of hot guys from Ms Zuhad Zubir who would then hog the whole newspaper to herself! You were the unofficial 'Ketua Kebersihan' of the class and could tell offhand of who was in charge for the day. And of course, interesting news about a cellist who shall remain unnamed for the sake of my safety. Enough said. Miley Lee, 加油!&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ7_mv_4I/AAAAAAAAApc/tAVeKvkkwdk/s1600-h/Erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ7_mv_4I/AAAAAAAAApc/tAVeKvkkwdk/s320/Erin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420532882482397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erin Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were in the same class only this year in Form 3, it was only during the recorder practice that I got to know you better. Well, it looks like I have to thank Eleasha Chew after all for forcing me to play the bass recorder! After all, I don't regret it as I would not have been able to meet and know so many amazing people like you if not for this. Initially, it was quite hard to get to know you, you were so quiet, and I was even afraid of you at one point! Fortunately, after getting to know you better, your crazier, wilder personality surfaced and surprised me. You too have a very colourful and interesting story, just like everybody else, and I want to thank you for letting me into your confidences. Good luck and all the best with life in Singapore. I miss you a lot and hopefully, I will be able to go to Singapore soon and visit you and others too! You'd better treat me with ice-creams when I do come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ8CGQN3I/AAAAAAAAApk/MI1ZsxkWTbk/s1600-h/Janice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ8CGQN3I/AAAAAAAAApk/MI1ZsxkWTbk/s320/Janice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420532883151402866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janice Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person whom I knew before stepping into 1A. I had seen you before in BM tuition, but weirdly, never said a word to you! You were always cheerful and happy, you couldn't stop smiling every time. Everyone with 'issues' would go to you for advice as you were deemed as the 'wise one' who had loads of 'experience'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you get what I mean?&lt;/span&gt; PJ lessons were much easier, with you around to help us dancing-impaired people in choreographing moves for assessments. And of course, how can I forget about all the long talks we would have everyday about anything and everything under the sun. I think we often spent many hours talking about our grandmother stories, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no make that Ah Chor stories&lt;/span&gt; and you would always mimic the mannerisms of our poor 'victims'. Oh, and your puteri lilin-ness and tendency to always crap about hot guys in short films never fail to amuse me. I can practically list down all the qualities of your ideal guy - ie: broad shoulders, muscular, tall etc. Thank you for always making me feel better with your cheerful spirit!&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ8e3FDiI/AAAAAAAAAps/vf6qvLAfrdo/s1600-h/Luvenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmZ8e3FDiI/AAAAAAAAAps/vf6qvLAfrdo/s320/Luvenia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420532890872385058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luvenia Kalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you a looooooong time ago from the days of SKBL. We were so crazy back then. Who else would have sung London Bridge during UPSR! Having you in the same class in secondary school meant double the fun! You were always ready to act in our short films and your acting was very professional. You also helped a lot in script writing with your wonderful ideas and willingness to do anything when it comes to acting. Of course, the times when we would spend hours updating each other with the 'latest happenings' in our lives never failed to amuse me. As for studies, who could ever predict the day when you scored 100 for the Maths test! Also, who was the hardworking girl who started doing Add. Maths during the after PMR period? Luvenia Kalia, you are an amazing person and an awesome friend. Just ignore the rest who do not see you in that light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmbVEKIfRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/27xrqjabLPY/s1600-h/Sher+Maine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmbVEKIfRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/27xrqjabLPY/s320/Sher+Maine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420534412712901906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan Sher Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the strict monitor of 1A whom everyone was afraid of. Your responsibleness in carrying your duties was superb and you were the only person I knew at that time who would actually be doing homework during the free period! I didn't really know you too until THAT incident changed everything. I'm sure you know which incident I'm referring to. THAT Form 1 MORAL incident. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kesiaaaaan, Sher Maine.&lt;/span&gt;" You suffered a lot, but at the expense of bringing all of us together, I'm sure you would agree that it was worth while, wasn't it? Then came Form 2. You were Jake, with loads of fans thanks to all the dramas! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Selagi bunga  ini masih mekar, hatiku kepunyaan kau."&lt;/span&gt; You definitely melted every one's hearts with your sincere portrayal of Jake. Of course, there was also the countless times where we would tembak people in Plurk and boy, did we have a good time! Thank you so much for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmbVkUJT2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/K0fKEAe5mX0/s1600-h/Zuhad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmbVkUJT2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/K0fKEAe5mX0/s320/Zuhad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420534421344833378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zuhad Zubir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had told me 3 years ago that Zuhad Zubir would be one of my good friends, I would probably laughed it off. Fortunately, we were put into the same class in Form 2, although at that time, it was considered the worst misfortune of being put in the same class as you. However, I never did regret it and from that day onwards I had a new friend, who was the best actress I knew. Thank you so much for making all our dramas and short films a success. From Eva to Tracy to just Zuhad, your perseverance in making sure that our dramas and short films work out was invaluable. I'm sure that things would not have turned out so well without you. You were the one who always had the latest 'hot news' and the latest updates about music. I vaguely remember appointing you as my music advisor in Form 2. Never in my life would I have expected you to change so much for the better within these 3 years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Think HAMKs!)&lt;/span&gt; and I'm very glad that we are now good friends. Good luck and all the best for your MRSM application. As much as I would hate to see you leave, I understand that it is for the better and whatever decisions you make, I will always support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the 3 Akedians who have made a huge impact in my life. However, there is also another Georgian which I would like to thank too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmY2jYZVXI/AAAAAAAAApE/UisvUfrbp_c/s1600-h/Andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SzmY2jYZVXI/AAAAAAAAApE/UisvUfrbp_c/s320/Andrea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420531689495025010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrea Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you can be in the same school with someone for 3 years and never say a word to her. Fortunately, everything changed during recorder practice. That was where the idea for FAME UP! came along. We never expected it to become a reality as it was just a random topic which we often talked about during our practice breaks. Fast forward a few months and now, we're now in the same committee, working hand in hand to ensure the success of this musical. It's really a blessing, being able to work with you as I have learnt so many things from you. Being a part of FAME UP! means so much to me as it has given me a wonderful opportunity to learn new things and meet so many new people. Thank you so much for letting me be a part of FAME UP! I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have it, the 8 people who have made my entire year a memorable one. Thank you so much again for everything you've done. If I have done anything to offend you, please mdo forgive me. I will always cherish these friendships as true friendships last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7116912303142930383?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7116912303142930383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7116912303142930383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7116912303142930383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7116912303142930383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections-revelations-of-2009.html' title='Reflections &amp; Revelations of 2009'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLv5SH_-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/1qBCnQ266zM/s72-c/10733_154034816654_523221654_2861086_5147395_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2128390739573067038</id><published>2009-12-21T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:42:30.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Yuletide Greetings</title><content type='html'>So I did keep my promise to blog again. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Blessed Christmas, Wonderful New Year and Happy Holidays to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering if I have lost my mind in wishing people when it isn't even Christmas yet, I am just wishing everyone in advance because I won't be around the whole week. I'll be celebrating Christmas with my relatives in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourselves everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here is a little something to help you get into the Christmas spirit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you haven't felt it yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4BP-KeNb1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4BP-KeNb1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2128390739573067038?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2128390739573067038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2128390739573067038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2128390739573067038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2128390739573067038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/12/yuletide-greetings.html' title='Yuletide Greetings'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5014782099892397952</id><published>2009-12-17T22:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:42:49.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>A Revival of Some Sorts</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I really don't know where to begin as it has been almost 4 months since I last blogged. Then, thanks to some whimsical impulse, I decided to check my blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised to see that my page views had gone up significantly even though I hadn't blogged in a long time. And I was even more shocked when I noticed that some people even commented on my chat box! A thousand apologies for not seeing and replying to all of your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so since I have been inactive since August, I will try to give an update about my life so far. I'll try to make it brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. End of PMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLv5SH_-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/1qBCnQ266zM/s1600-h/10733_154034816654_523221654_2861086_5147395_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLv5SH_-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/1qBCnQ266zM/s320/10733_154034816654_523221654_2861086_5147395_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224788069220322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were loads of celebrations after an exam which took 3 years of studying! However, amidst our happiness, we were sad too as a dear friend, Erin left for Singapore,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the land of kiasu-ness&lt;/span&gt; to further her studies under the ASEAN Scholarship. Erin, I miss you like crazy, but I know that you're definitely having a lot of fun indulging in ice-creams there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The baking of our first successful cake under the tutelage of THE Domestic Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly present to you the metamorphosis of the domestic wreckers into the not-so-domestic goddesses! This was one of the funnest ERT classes ever and Sher Maine was so relieved that we didn't burn her house down! Oh, and the cake was a early &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 month early!&lt;/span&gt; birthday gift for a close friend of ours, Zuhad Zubir.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypMv7W_mDI/AAAAAAAAAos/8pmiYz7_mJY/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypMv7W_mDI/AAAAAAAAAos/8pmiYz7_mJY/s320/DSC03642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416225888138139698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE Domestic Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Domestic Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypMwIe1RMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UCuFo6ReV40/s1600-h/DSC03652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypMwIe1RMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UCuFo6ReV40/s320/DSC03652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416225891660678338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Shooting 'Of Roti Bakar &amp;amp; French Toast' in Sandy Bay Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLxT_vnnI/AAAAAAAAAok/Z1dEDo0k9m4/s1600-h/10965_183432843543_533173543_2800048_7055608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLxT_vnnI/AAAAAAAAAok/Z1dEDo0k9m4/s320/10965_183432843543_533173543_2800048_7055608_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224812419751538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second short film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that short after all, come to think of it&lt;/span&gt; which was shot on the weekend immediately after PMR. This time, we had 2 guys joining us, thus relieving Jake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops! I meant Sher Maine&lt;/span&gt;, the immense pressure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more like fun!&lt;/span&gt;, of acting as a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. FAME UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A musical in conjunction with St. George's Girls' School 125th Anniversary. Now I know that while some of you have seen the synopsis/summary of the musical a million times in blogs/facebook, here it is again, for the benefit of those who have been living under a rock all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLw8q6M7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/bouh-rXwGVo/s1600-h/FAME+UP%21+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLw8q6M7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/bouh-rXwGVo/s320/FAME+UP%21+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224806158349234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Violetta Rose has always been overshadowed by her more outgoing sister and longs to escape from the palace to pursue her passion - dance. Discovering FAME, a school of performing arts is a dream come true! In a desperate attempt to follow her dreams, she enrolls in FAME. She is swept into a whirlwind of new experiences - along with them, the first whispers of romance. Enter Scarletina Harloch - the past glory of FAME who is willing to do anything to get Princess Violetta out of the picture. Torn between two drastically different worlds, the Princess has to choose only one. Fast. But just for how long can she keep her secret - a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm one of the directors!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Holiday in Taiwan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLwtErgCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_2aoELb_s_0/s1600-h/P1160458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLwtErgCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_2aoELb_s_0/s320/P1160458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224801971470370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 days of food and fun! I have never eaten so much in my life for a week! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilos gained: Not telling you!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=127336&amp;amp;id=809952102&amp;amp;l=f7b7ea6eb8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. 'Of Roti Bakar &amp;amp; French Toast' The PREMIERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLwK4RoSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/51AZNiJLm7I/s1600-h/15561_198391445825_555450825_3644234_4701011_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLwK4RoSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/51AZNiJLm7I/s320/15561_198391445825_555450825_3644234_4701011_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224792792637730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l8eF7HyUwU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Then comment, discuss and review &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Of-Roti-Bakar-French-Toast/212565913828"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This is an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Daddy's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD ROCK HOTEL! Watch the clip &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1230522936291&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss out anything? Tell me if I did forget about you/that incident/that holiday. I hope I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise that I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to blog more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5014782099892397952?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SypLv5SH_-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/1qBCnQ266zM/s72-c/10733_154034816654_523221654_2861086_5147395_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4582815040885477703</id><published>2009-09-03T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:39:13.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>The Flea and the Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A short tongue twister which we created in school during BM class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The challenge: How many times can you say this poem quickly without stumbling over the words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eleasha and Evan bought eleven elephants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With them, they watched Even Stevens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sitting in the oven sold in Seven Eleven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you want to know the reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ask the flea on the unshaven elephant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He'll tell you it's proven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That Eleasha will always be with Evan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PS: Zuhad was the one who came up with the amazing last line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4582815040885477703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4582815040885477703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/09/flea-and-elephant.html' title='The Flea and the Elephant'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4868207473356302251</id><published>2009-08-29T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:43:05.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>An August Update</title><content type='html'>1. Trials are over.&lt;br /&gt;2. Music exam is over.&lt;br /&gt;3. Term break is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;4. PMR is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; approaching.&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I've gotten over blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4868207473356302251?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4868207473356302251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4868207473356302251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4868207473356302251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4868207473356302251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-update.html' title='An August Update'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3377095585493314258</id><published>2009-07-05T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:43:27.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Merentas Desa 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fine, I'll admit that this is my first time going for Merentas Desa during secondary school. And that I would not have came this year, if not for the performance my friends and I had to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big thank you to Eleasha, Emily, Erin and Zuhad. It was great fun working with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SlByTW8Iq4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/0i1dQ1KejDs/s1600-h/P1150186.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SlByTW8Iq4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/0i1dQ1KejDs/s320/P1150186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354905633844407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheer Chick.Dude.Nerd.Guitarist.Violinist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't forget to watch our performance and comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zy2DNmWaidk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zy2DNmWaidk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3377095585493314258?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3377095585493314258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3377095585493314258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3377095585493314258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3377095585493314258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/merentas-desa-2009.html' title='Merentas Desa 2009'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SlByTW8Iq4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/0i1dQ1KejDs/s72-c/P1150186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3163701968590069425</id><published>2009-07-03T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:43:52.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Recorder Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We did it! We won!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the team from St. George's emerged as winners again. After 2 years, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the first team in Dewan Sri Pinang to perform and we played 2 songs, Lembayung Jingga and Moon River. It went rather well and then we returned to our seats to continue watching our competitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all 7 teams finished performing, the judges spent a few minutes deliberating on the results. All of us held hands and started hoping. The emcee announced the third placed winner. It was a school from the mainland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, second place went to PFS. All of us groaned as we expected the first place winners to be SGGS. Suddenly, the emcee said: &lt;i&gt;"If PFS who performed second, won second for this competiton, would the team that performed first win first too?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us feared the worst. &lt;i&gt;That the emcee was poking fun at us as we did not win anything. &lt;/i&gt;We had never looked so &lt;i&gt;depressed&lt;/i&gt; before this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next minute, SGGS was announced as the winner for the state level recorder competition. &lt;i&gt;There was a few moments of silence as all of us were too stunned to respond.&lt;/i&gt; Then, we screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Real &lt;b&gt;lo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ud&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;high&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us rushed to the stage to claim our trophies and smiled broadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had finally proven ourselves.&lt;/b&gt; And that all the time and effort spent was worth it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sk2vNoTaU6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/mTfeKeKemgA/s1600-h/5489_108188207773_594267773_2879270_1132155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sk2vNoTaU6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/mTfeKeKemgA/s320/5489_108188207773_594267773_2879270_1132155_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354128180705383330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All 12 of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3163701968590069425?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3163701968590069425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3163701968590069425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3163701968590069425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3163701968590069425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/recorder-competition.html' title='Recorder Competition'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sk2vNoTaU6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/mTfeKeKemgA/s72-c/5489_108188207773_594267773_2879270_1132155_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7189231704340978010</id><published>2009-06-29T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:48:03.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>Recorder competition is tomorrow and I'm still sitting here typing this out although I'm supposed to be &lt;i&gt;staring&lt;/i&gt; at my score, trying to &lt;i&gt;memorise&lt;/i&gt; the notes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, but I have a &lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt; memory, so I guess I'll do it in a while. &lt;i&gt;Procrastinates&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This few days since school reopened has been filled with &lt;i&gt;endless talks, sharing stories, counting-to-20-games, truth or truth&lt;/i&gt;, and of course, &lt;b&gt;practising for the recorder competition&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, the music room has become my second home. The last time I entered any classes was a while ago. But, I don't mind. Everyone is having so much fun &lt;i&gt;"practising"&lt;/i&gt; in the music room &lt;i&gt;till we even try to cook up excuses just to miss classes!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(Sejarah)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, we still do practise, and so we hope to win this competition which will be held in Dewan Sri Pinang tomorrow. Anyway, here is a short video of what we do in the music room when we take a break from our &lt;i&gt;beloved&lt;/i&gt; recorders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBtU4OTbg-A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBtU4OTbg-A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7189231704340978010?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7189231704340978010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7189231704340978010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7189231704340978010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7189231704340978010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8987429307599872708</id><published>2009-06-20T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:48:27.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>The Return...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...to school was harder than I anticipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was horrible. I think I only managed to close my eyes at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 in the morning&lt;/span&gt; before opening them again at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GnuLDKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BePmJnRJabg/s1600-h/insomnia_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GnuLDKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BePmJnRJabg/s320/insomnia_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356179825560738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So not looking forward to school after 2 weeks of holidays :(&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GRUX_-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/RwfKvTCGqok/s1600-h/dark-circles-panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GRUX_-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/RwfKvTCGqok/s320/dark-circles-panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356173811777506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking like that on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school is kinda fun nowadays, as we're not studying much yet. I declare, it doesn't even feel as though we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Form 3s&lt;/span&gt; who are gonna sit for that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 months&lt;/span&gt; time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry F3s, I just had to remind myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students from my class currently spend their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 hours&lt;/span&gt; in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talking in class about random stuff while the teacher tries to mark the exam papers in a noisy classroom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hangs head guiltily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy-kLNThzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gaRkudJNQUY/s1600-h/gossiping5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy-kLNThzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gaRkudJNQUY/s320/gossiping5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349359986102470450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough said :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blowing extremely big and heavy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm not exaggerating!&lt;/span&gt; bass recorders in the music room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha Chew&lt;/span&gt;! Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping at the back of class, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; lessons!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who you are :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GtbgAJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1017mhiIl3M/s1600-h/girlsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GtbgAJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1017mhiIl3M/s320/girlsleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356181357854866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheerleaders practicing for cheer in the gym. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Vivacious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still study sometimes, especially during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; where it would be a miracle if teacher was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absent/decided not to teach&lt;/span&gt;. And on the rare occasions where my other teachers decide to take a break from marking our test papers and teach, half the class would invariably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;collect money/find teachers and seniors/practice for competitions/sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy_qLfTy6I/AAAAAAAAAns/Rh3RpT2jJMc/s1600-h/online-classroom-laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy_qLfTy6I/AAAAAAAAAns/Rh3RpT2jJMc/s320/online-classroom-laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349361188768828322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh, where did everyone go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people are not in class most of the time as everyone is busy preparing for some competition or another. I really hope that all of us will do well for PMR this year as the students last year didn't, due to all of their activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to start mugging at my books again!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy84myOzFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tG3u602HIuE/s1600-h/finding+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy84myOzFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tG3u602HIuE/s320/finding+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349358138079235154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Starts looking for my Sejarah textbooks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8987429307599872708?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8987429307599872708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8987429307599872708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8987429307599872708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8987429307599872708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/return.html' title='The Return...'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/Sjy7GnuLDKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BePmJnRJabg/s72-c/insomnia_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5176086680605902968</id><published>2009-06-14T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:48:38.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hannah Montana: The Movie</title><content type='html'>Better blog before this before school starts as I'll have less time when it does. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finishing assignments and folios, running all over the place like a headless chicken, doing jobs and duties, and most importantly studying for that dreaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, that's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal schoolgirl's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Helen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Okay, so I do admit that I was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leetle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bit too skeptical about watching this movie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah Montana?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; my type!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SjTaUSioHII/AAAAAAAAAm0/g2gSXcBHEhw/s1600-h/hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SjTaUSioHII/AAAAAAAAAm0/g2gSXcBHEhw/s320/hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347138699704933506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was before I watched the movie. It was hilarious. And I especially loved the country music sung by Taylor Swift and Rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt;. Not forgetting songs such as Butterfly Fly Away, The Climb and Hoedown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Throwdown&lt;/span&gt; by Hannah herself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or should I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was rather surprised to find that the only cinema showing the movie was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GSC&lt;/span&gt; in Gurney Plaza. And the small cinema hall wasn't exactly that full either. Well, at least I don't regret watching this movie at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SjTfD90I87I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Vq4CK8q1vRg/s1600-h/Group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SjTfD90I87I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Vq4CK8q1vRg/s320/Group+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347143916821476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for making my day :)  &lt;3 ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5176086680605902968?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5176086680605902968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=5176086680605902968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5176086680605902968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5176086680605902968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/hannah-montana-movie.html' title='Hannah Montana: The Movie'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SjTaUSioHII/AAAAAAAAAm0/g2gSXcBHEhw/s72-c/hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-1282949955199786039</id><published>2009-05-31T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:48:49.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Angels and Demons</title><content type='html'>Yeah. So I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt; watched the movie. A few weeks later after the release thanks to its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18PL&lt;/span&gt; ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHJ8MzRsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9QhT0rzU6j0/s1600-h/Angels_and_demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHJ8MzRsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9QhT0rzU6j0/s320/Angels_and_demons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342614031560820418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But seriously, there's nothing wrong with it other than it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rather violent brandings and murders and conspiracy theories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, Tom Hanks has an improved hairstyle in this movie. But the lead actress was rather dull and did not add much value to the show. I liked the Camerlengo who was a good actor as he managed to switch characters so easily until I could not decide for myself whether he was the good guy or the villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHKX0tfXI/AAAAAAAAAms/DvfqHT1N7oU/s1600-h/da+vinci+code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHKX0tfXI/AAAAAAAAAms/DvfqHT1N7oU/s320/da+vinci+code.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342614038975970674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Hanks in Da Vinci Code: Note the horribly long hair.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHKJhj2OI/AAAAAAAAAmk/uM6TGCXeF5I/s1600-h/tom+hanks+2009_angels_and_demons_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHKJhj2OI/AAAAAAAAAmk/uM6TGCXeF5I/s320/tom+hanks+2009_angels_and_demons_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342614035137550562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking so much better in Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie is so much better compared to the Da Vinci Code as it was more fast paced with less boring moments. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-1282949955199786039?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1282949955199786039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=1282949955199786039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1282949955199786039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1282949955199786039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SiTHJ8MzRsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9QhT0rzU6j0/s72-c/Angels_and_demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-9066419942075084071</id><published>2009-04-03T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:49:09.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Wannabe Want To Be!</title><content type='html'>During our English lesson in school, we were asked to write a paragraph about a job description. This is my paragraph here, original and straight from my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instruction: Write a paragraph about a job description, what you want to be when you grow up. Begin with I want to be a ~. Explain why and how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be a wannabe because I want the best in life! To have a great time and be the heart and soul of a party. I want to strut down the catwalk in Paris, New York and London. Most importantly, I think I have what it takes to be a wannabe as I have loads of wannabe friends too! As they say, imitation is the best flattery and so, it looks as if I'm already on my way to superstardom!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Paris, Hello Helen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SdY3SZuw9DI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PRTG_CtZ0C4/s1600-h/6a00d8345192e469e200e5524214588834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SdY3SZuw9DI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PRTG_CtZ0C4/s320/6a00d8345192e469e200e5524214588834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320500799069025330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just kidding! Happy April's Fool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope teacher won't faint when she reads this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-9066419942075084071?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/9066419942075084071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=9066419942075084071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/9066419942075084071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/9066419942075084071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/04/during-our-english-lesson-in-school-we.html' title='Wannabe Want To Be!'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SdY3SZuw9DI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PRTG_CtZ0C4/s72-c/6a00d8345192e469e200e5524214588834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-822891666492534206</id><published>2009-03-15T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:49:50.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>A Moment of Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whee! Exams are over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, at the point of writing, I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade 8 ABRSM Theory Exam&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning, but oh well, if I don't take the time to post this, it may never see the light of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of literature here has been on my computer for 2 weeks because I had no time to publish this thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intense cramming I did during my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting story/conversation/literature&lt;/span&gt; which will make you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ache from laughter or stare blankly wondering if we are out of our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly: Normal&lt;br /&gt;Lilypad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blush Queen: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a long time and I don't think I want to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm in school and have nothing better to do, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilypad just said that she willingly marry a rich guy for "equipment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm....what "equipment"? That sounds so wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Video equipment so I can do AWESOME films on all of you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No wait.. She thought about it and then she said that she also wants a WHOLESOME guy. Both criterias - important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wholesome guy? Is that even possible to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is Lilypad's definition of wholesome guys - Lilypad is currently not available. She is sitting on her leaf in the frog pond smoking bananas. (Is there nicotine in them??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, fine. Since we're not getting anywhere, why don't we switch direction and head 180 degrees southwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plurk....doesn't that word just give you ideas of a certain someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strangely enough, that word Plurk seems to conjure certain images cast in a very pink, romantic light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It talks of the first whispers of romance, one's knight in shining armour, the rose-bud tinted pages of girlhood and the rosy blush which shadows one's face when comrades very slyly give subtle hints and knowing looks. *nudge, nudge* *ahem...ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I know about that, cos I'm one of the comrades involved in the teasing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I'm not in the position to tell further. Why don't we just go straight to the source herself, Blush Queen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Blush Queen, what do you have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly, Plurk is not as you described. And also I am wondering what those comrades of mine are whispering behind me. I learnt from someone.. " Why bother denying something if its not true?" So like the phrase says.. I am not gonna deny anything if there is nothing to deny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're implying that every thing's true then? That you have a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I be implying that everything is true when I for one never said anything at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since the gist of the two lines above is basically : How can you say it is not true when it's true AND How can you say it's true when it's not true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wait, so do you even get that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If words cannot portray the blatant truth, let us now use the aid of expression. If I had a camera now (which I most unfortunately don't), you would thrill to the great, HUGE blush that has crept on her face. It's like TOMATO RED!! You get it? Tomato. And tomatoes=VERY RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't stop there. Blush Queen hasn't stopped laughing and giggling and giving herself little assuring smiles. I bet her heart is beating a million times a second, cartwheeling and doing 1000 meter high somersaults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the power of love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly... OMG!!! Expression? That ain't fair. I do not look like a tomato nor do I match the colour of a tomato. I do not and am not giving myself reassuring smiles. My laughing would result in my turning crazy due to the exams. My heart is beating like a normal "human heart" unlike Lilypad's heart which can beat a million times a second. and also my heart cannot cartwheel due to the fact that it is caged in my body protected my my ribs. (science fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because someone has locked up your heart and kept the key with him? Are you sure? And you have been very good-natured lately, with all your I love yous in Plurk. if you want rock solid proof, all you have to do is pay a visit to our dear &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/TanSherMaine"&gt;Blush Queen's Plurk&lt;/a&gt; for all the juicy details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you trying to do? and no.. no.. and yes i am sure no one has done that or anything like that whatsoever. Isn't it good to be good-natured? Would you prefer me like the last time? My Plurk is my thoughts and people would do well to leave it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your argument is kind of weak. Haha. I think I know why. Simply because the truth is the truth and the truth shall set you free :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And because this is like getting really redundant, let's rest the case until further proof surfaces :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That sounds awesome.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helen I'm bored TELL ME A STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there lived a girl called Eleasha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was fat and stout and lived in a teapot. She had bad grammar and always needed to be corrected by her darling-ish friends. Before going to bed in her cottage every night, she fries two fish.&lt;/span&gt; Oh, who's the other fish for? Someone else? And she can cook????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't you know of my awesome cooking skills? I can even fry the entire house in two minutes. &lt;/span&gt;That reminds me, we have a cooking class later. I wonder if she will surprise us with her culinary skills and serve us fine-dining style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOREDOM IS KILLING.VERY KILLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleasha, I'm super borrrreeeeddddd....... TELL ME A BETTER STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One starry night, two figures strode up Helen's doorstep. One was slender and slim, the other firm and muscular.  They were Blush Queen and Ahem..ahem :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, Helen being very hospitable and very eager to know why these two people were together ON HER DOORSTEP ON A STARRY NIGHT, prepared a steaming, piping hot pot of tofu char. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(EWWWWWW.... Digusting. How 'nice' of you Helen..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She sat them down right away but there was ONE PROBLEM. There was only two chairs in the entire house and Helen needed to sit on a chair as she was VERY TALL. If she stood up, there would be a hole in her roof. So, the big question was this: Who would get the chair???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was about to ask them to play 'Scissors, Paper, Stone' when she realised that they were totally absorbed in each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number 1: Don't cook tofu char for guests. It makes them ickyy-bicky-ishly romantic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number 2: Buy more chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number 3: Love is so CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was written by yours truly, &lt;a href="http://eleashachew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lilypad&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://spillxpression.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blush Queen&lt;/a&gt; in a fit of boredom and randomness&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;during IT class.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hope this made you feel better!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-822891666492534206?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/822891666492534206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=822891666492534206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/822891666492534206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/822891666492534206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/moment-of-randomness.html' title='A Moment of Randomness'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5597776736454508361</id><published>2009-02-17T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:49:56.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>10 Random Quotes</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I know I've been neglecting my blog lately, but I've been really busy with a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking, plurking, replying messages on Facebook, eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I meant finishing my pile of homework, practicing my music, studying, completing assignments, doing my duties and generally being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very good girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is this short and random post for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Interesting/Funny/Insulting Quotes I Have Heard/Received Recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to kiss. It's faster and easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The person who said this was referring to her pet on Pet Society, Facebook. But still, another friend only heard these 2 sentences and thought of the worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You like David Archuleta just because his cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously the person who told me that preferred David Cook. And is also a guy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse me!!! David A can sing!!!! Much better than David C! So there. Humph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I do flirt subconsciously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aha! That proves my theory!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never knew that was possible, didn't you? But it seems there are some people who are good at this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am gay as in happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm. That makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you straight or what? Why bother acknowledging something if it isn't true? Anyway, this statement created lots of responses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether positive or negative, that's for you to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate Maths.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh-my-gosh! How can you say that? And you are a so called top student! Maths is fun and enjoyable and relaxing and easy. *Grins* But obviously, I'm very biased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 6 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't recognise you until much later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh! And you've known me since I was born. But it's not really your fault anyway. I did look and act differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 7 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh, I love this song! *Starts singing* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO! I'm already sick of that song and hate it a lot. It's that Chinese song, Mor Li Hua. (Jasmine Flower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 8 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like him! But my mum thinks he's handsome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. I think you should just trust your mum's judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mum keeps asking me if I have a boyfriend and keeps assuming that every guy I talk to is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, dearie. Why don't you just tell her everything? That should keep her occupied. Or shall I help you to tell her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, Helen. How are you? How's life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the typical greeting sent by a friend of mine through MSN. He doens't use short form at all and is very particular about the correct usage of full stops, capital letters and commas. Which I only use for the English exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5597776736454508361?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5597776736454508361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=5597776736454508361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5597776736454508361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5597776736454508361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-random-quotes.html' title='10 Random Quotes'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2664313615002397891</id><published>2009-02-11T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:50:03.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Events'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>As the 15 days of CNY have ended, I had better blog about them before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other people, I visited relatives and friends, entertained guests, ate a lot, talked a lot, drank a lot and best of all, collected loads of ang pow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Leaps with joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures of what I did during the 15 days of feasting and merry-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFyGy6MI/AAAAAAAAAkk/NwLPR9ZOzps/s1600-h/P1130318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFyGy6MI/AAAAAAAAAkk/NwLPR9ZOzps/s320/P1130318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092003020466370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yee Sang&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUGmEccI/AAAAAAAAAks/3doeoU7A8F8/s1600-h/P1130321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUGmEccI/AAAAAAAAAks/3doeoU7A8F8/s320/P1130321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092249038516674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yee Sang after being tossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUelqTkI/AAAAAAAAAlM/85t4baIiLiM/s1600-h/P1130348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUelqTkI/AAAAAAAAAlM/85t4baIiLiM/s320/P1130348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092255479254594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUX0oMNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FTDODIVcpmU/s1600-h/P1130324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUX0oMNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FTDODIVcpmU/s320/P1130324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092253662982354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark fin soup. My favourite!&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUf-PugI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9DB_UPVIPH4/s1600-h/P1130342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUf-PugI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9DB_UPVIPH4/s320/P1130342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092255850805762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawns&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUYvzMzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bKe_ZfnxKHw/s1600-h/P1130345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDUYvzMzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bKe_ZfnxKHw/s320/P1130345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092253911167794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDl5raswI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KzhSN7I2E6w/s1600-h/P1130350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDl5raswI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KzhSN7I2E6w/s320/P1130350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092554808931074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some dessert which I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDlwAZvyI/AAAAAAAAAls/GsCdcvR-Yx4/s1600-h/P1130353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDlwAZvyI/AAAAAAAAAls/GsCdcvR-Yx4/s320/P1130353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092552212594466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family. (Father's side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other side of my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDlh-vI8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZHYMYE9XnC8/s1600-h/P1130366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDlh-vI8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZHYMYE9XnC8/s320/P1130366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092548447511490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My uncle's birthday was on the same day as the first day of CNY!&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFqn-5mI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X5qmtQnyuOM/s1600-h/DSCN7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFqn-5mI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X5qmtQnyuOM/s320/DSCN7102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092001012180578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the unofficial chefs of the night for the BBQ party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFi7XSII/AAAAAAAAAkU/J55tozLgO1k/s1600-h/DSCN7134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFi7XSII/AAAAAAAAAkU/J55tozLgO1k/s320/DSCN7134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091998945986690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who also had to be one of the photographers.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDlj1lziI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IcxJOdc1GGg/s1600-h/P1130388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDlj1lziI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IcxJOdc1GGg/s320/P1130388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092548946021922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assistant number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDviTQNlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/YqTEaJc4gYU/s1600-h/P1130404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDviTQNlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/YqTEaJc4gYU/s320/P1130404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092720332256850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, the cake was so delicious that he finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFqutGlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_hLI6wrJnXw/s1600-h/DSCN7103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFqutGlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_hLI6wrJnXw/s320/DSCN7103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092001040374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDF0-qJRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QMsAUWUpuJY/s1600-h/DSCN7146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDF0-qJRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QMsAUWUpuJY/s320/DSCN7146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092003791643922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even my 3 year old cousin loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDvVp0j4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7HS-Y94sMEU/s1600-h/P1130402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDvVp0j4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7HS-Y94sMEU/s320/P1130402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092716937252738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what this was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDvtW-aeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/k8RwfxA9LSw/s1600-h/P1130406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDvtW-aeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/k8RwfxA9LSw/s320/P1130406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092723300657634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aha!&lt;/span&gt; Caught in the act. Oh wait, I forgot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're over 18 already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDl9kJyPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y0lq4n9OyPU/s1600-h/P1130362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDl9kJyPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y0lq4n9OyPU/s320/P1130362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092555852204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't it be CNY everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2664313615002397891?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2664313615002397891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2664313615002397891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2664313615002397891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2664313615002397891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SZFDFyGy6MI/AAAAAAAAAkk/NwLPR9ZOzps/s72-c/P1130318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7605198178657359540</id><published>2009-02-09T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:50:11.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Events'/><title type='text'>A Cruise to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a clear blue sky with white clouds floating by, glistening blue ocean, a clean white ship, oh-so-delightfully-entertaining people, money-making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and losing&lt;/span&gt; sessions in the smoky casino, eating delicious buffet food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; endless pictures of ourselves&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cameras&lt;/span&gt; and basically &lt;span&gt;having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a fun time for 10 hours on a ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I just did. And boy, was it fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except the losing-money-at-the-smoky-casino-part, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this was an impulsive trip. As my relatives had come down from KL the day before, we gathered in my uncle's house that night for some makan and chit-chat. My aunt informed is that the 3 of them had booked a cruise to nowhere and asked us to join them. My aunt and uncle from KL immediately agreed and persuaded my parents and I to tag along. So, that's how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise was from 10am to 8pm. After parking the car, going through a customs check and boarding the ship, we were finally off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures ahead. Let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; tell the story instead.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBFe9J5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/AZcjacCNuvQ/s1600-h/P1130414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBFe9J5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/AZcjacCNuvQ/s320/P1130414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300694998625101714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon reaching the ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBEmzKpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/P70eyQ0yCIY/s1600-h/P1130415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBEmzKpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/P70eyQ0yCIY/s320/P1130415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300694998389566098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo-taking sessions began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBbDV6eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-PmlNP24aR0/s1600-h/P1130426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBbDV6eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-PmlNP24aR0/s320/P1130426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695004414863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fingers were pointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbW1uedI/AAAAAAAAAiI/dTLeStTpmX0/s1600-h/P1140221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbW1uedI/AAAAAAAAAiI/dTLeStTpmX0/s320/P1140221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696549472238034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the photographers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_buM9pZWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wmI-7ScGk3I/s1600-h/P1140230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_buM9pZWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wmI-7ScGk3I/s320/P1140230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696873238619490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who took shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_buKveGuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Q0_qKcT389s/s1600-h/P1140225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_buKveGuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Q0_qKcT389s/s320/P1140225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696872642288354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9XOKvPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-l04VbJUMOs/s1600-h/P2080005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9XOKvPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-l04VbJUMOs/s320/P2080005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697133690305778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh...that's better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLqwarjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/mRM1cwZ3LJ8/s1600-h/P2080011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLqwarjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/mRM1cwZ3LJ8/s320/P2080011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697379452399154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rested for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLn_TTcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/yXAmdF3K8oA/s1600-h/P2080018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLn_TTcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/yXAmdF3K8oA/s320/P2080018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697378709523906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before heading for the restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBaLMSvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/EaJ3rGFZF-8/s1600-h/P1130434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aBaLMSvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/EaJ3rGFZF-8/s320/P1130434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695004179352306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To queue up for food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aOImAhjI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QjN_BC06608/s1600-h/P1130442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aOImAhjI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QjN_BC06608/s320/P1130442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695222798288434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yong Tau Fu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN1UEJFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/HKX6BqLPhtk/s1600-h/P1130441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN1UEJFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/HKX6BqLPhtk/s320/P1130441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695217622754386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salted egg and chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN85iFLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4JqxysD5a80/s1600-h/P1130440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN85iFLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4JqxysD5a80/s320/P1130440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695219658953906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandwich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN822EFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OGODKDNdYpE/s1600-h/P1130438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN822EFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OGODKDNdYpE/s320/P1130438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695219647680594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mixture of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN-OoYwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MTQ9vswZhf4/s1600-h/P1130439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_aN-OoYwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MTQ9vswZhf4/s320/P1130439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695220015883010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dried fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to watch a movie, The Day The Earth Stood Still before heading to the casino to lose, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops! I meant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt; money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we ate dinner.&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGKyKzNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PSKMyhfpbFU/s1600-h/P1130469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGKyKzNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PSKMyhfpbFU/s320/P1130469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696185458838738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yee sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGCh5C7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EkZVnxRcEXY/s1600-h/P1130466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGCh5C7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EkZVnxRcEXY/s320/P1130466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696183243082674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dried kuetiao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_buRukFtI/AAAAAAAAAig/yiYpQxuuGEg/s1600-h/P1140239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_buRukFtI/AAAAAAAAAig/yiYpQxuuGEg/s320/P1140239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696874517534418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us stopping to smile for the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGeLxOLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bDJ-fB57H-Q/s1600-h/P1130493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGeLxOLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bDJ-fB57H-Q/s320/P1130493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696190666487986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGvbnutI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yTjARqmo_Zc/s1600-h/P1130512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bGvbnutI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yTjARqmo_Zc/s320/P1130512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696195296377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To catch the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9XeG-lI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NWpWVjIadLA/s1600-h/P1140267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9XeG-lI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NWpWVjIadLA/s320/P1140267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697133757168210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And begin posing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bub2f_1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/6Z4wIG6LnDQ/s1600-h/P1140257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bub2f_1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/6Z4wIG6LnDQ/s320/P1140257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696877235175250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a retarded way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLtBO1GI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Movfp3qALjo/s1600-h/P2080054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLtBO1GI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Movfp3qALjo/s320/P2080054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697380059796578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the sun went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9Xa9NPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xZhlK9GgWfc/s1600-h/P1140281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9Xa9NPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xZhlK9GgWfc/s320/P1140281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697133743944946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon came up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLgY8VZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3p984eTugF8/s1600-h/P2080046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_cLgY8VZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3p984eTugF8/s320/P2080046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697376669586834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we enjoyed the breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbCfrPnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aTDntNvYzdU/s1600-h/P1130522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbCfrPnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aTDntNvYzdU/s320/P1130522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696544011042418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the moon shone upon us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bucyy36I/AAAAAAAAAio/dCj7lq3WNeE/s1600-h/P1140256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bucyy36I/AAAAAAAAAio/dCj7lq3WNeE/s320/P1140256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696877488070562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were finally satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9YLg7OI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mifuHQg_vkM/s1600-h/P1140268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9YLg7OI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mifuHQg_vkM/s320/P1140268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697133947612386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we checked the photos first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbG6X-hI/AAAAAAAAAho/faoH7-zyK7s/s1600-h/P1130516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbG6X-hI/AAAAAAAAAho/faoH7-zyK7s/s320/P1130516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696545196767762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To make sure that we had took every possible shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbVyOjPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/G4V4p2EgVH8/s1600-h/P1130524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbVyOjPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/G4V4p2EgVH8/s320/P1130524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696549189127410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before taking this shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9KEaOhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BtxuyV1CbSk/s1600-h/P1140263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_b9KEaOhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BtxuyV1CbSk/s320/P1140263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697130159716882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And before we knew it, it was time to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbF4ha-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/uglTAt2JPOc/s1600-h/P1130518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SY_bbF4ha-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/uglTAt2JPOc/s320/P1130518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696544920562658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye, ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was an unforgettable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SYxdCRgPHKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/SUJnwjiVRB4/s320/changeling-movie-poster_384x487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299713155147963554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a nice movie which makes you think a lot. One of the good things about the show is that it is based on a real incident which happened many years back in America. It tells of Christine Collins who's son mysteriously disappeared while she was away working. After a few months, the police notify her that they had found her son. However, the boy sent to her was not her son although the police kept insisting it was. They locked her in a mental institution without a warrant as she had threatened to expose their corruption and wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, a boy came forward and told the police that he had been an accomplice to murder of 20 boys around the country. And he identified that one of the boys he helped to kill was Christine's son. After a thorough investigation and a court trial, the police system was revamped and several changed were amended to the law. Although the police could not prove that Christine's son was one of the 20 who were brutally murdered, Christine believed that he was still alive and kept on looking for him. Nevertheless, she never found him although she looked for him till the day she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a touching story, one that makes you assess your life and think about the choices you make. A recommended show, but a reminder, some of the scenes are a little gruesome and gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's one of those better shows to watch compared to all those chick flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-312102371630939114?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/312102371630939114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=312102371630939114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/312102371630939114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/312102371630939114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/changeling.html' title='Changeling'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SYxdCRgPHKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/SUJnwjiVRB4/s72-c/changeling-movie-poster_384x487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6308999757368093703</id><published>2009-01-23T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:41:00.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of Chinese New Year - As Told From A Different Perspective</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to wish my dear readers a very happy Chinese New Year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJD14nw3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/1oKkgmsK9ZQ/s1600-h/prosperousChineseNewYear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061692327019378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJD14nw3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/1oKkgmsK9ZQ/s320/prosperousChineseNewYear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since it will be a non-stop celebration for 15 days and nights, here are 2 stories for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did not write these stories. The author wants her identity to be a secret. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the stories are based on true incidences, conversations, people and places.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except for some exaggerated ones. &lt;/span&gt;The stories were written during our IT class in school. As we had nothing to do and no internet, our dear author decided to write a story, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no make that 2&lt;/span&gt;, of our lives, which were told by conversations we had during that class. Our author listened to what we talked about and cleverly put them into a story for your enjoyment and entertainment. Sadly, she did not write about her experiences, which in my opinion is a pity as they are very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the stories as they are funny and have moral values, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or at least I think they do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELEN AND THE MANDARIN ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thud landed in outer space. Ang pows started flying around, as if a certain magic had overcome the place. Helen looked gleefully at the ang pows and started jumping up and down, trying to grab as many ang pows as she could. With every ang pow she caught, she was richer. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was sad because she couldn’t ‘plurk’ during Chinese New Year. That was one of the only setbacks that CNY brought. Other than that, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all good&lt;/span&gt;. All of a sudden, the ang pows stopped flying and a big orange landed on her head. Helen stopped in her tracks, feeling bewildered with this occurrence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She didn’t quite like mandarin oranges.&lt;/span&gt; Tears started to roll down her face and very soon she was drowned in a pool of salty tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the sun started shining and she smiled again. Actually, mandarin oranges were not that bad. Feeling altogether quite tired from the emotional stress, she rested her head on the huge, spongy mandarin orange. The mandarin orange made quite a good pillow and in no time she had fallen asleep. She drifted off into Dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dreamland, she met a girl named Sher Maine. Sher Maine was a very particular girl who insisted on people doing everything fast. Helen told Sher Maine of her misfortunes and her adventure with the Mandarin Orange Pillow. Sher Maine sympathized. Helen was touched and cried tears of happiness for someone understood her. Before long, their conversation had turned desultory and they had started talking about wine and how it was ‘good for health’. They were surprised to find that they did know quite a lot about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Similarity no. 1 –&lt;/span&gt; They had a crazy fetish over Plurk and had a common hobby of influencing people to spend hours ‘plurking’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJD-D4HwI/AAAAAAAAAew/AdabeZpv1-4/s1600-h/plurk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061694521712386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 152px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJD-D4HwI/AAAAAAAAAew/AdabeZpv1-4/s320/plurk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Similarity no. 2 &lt;/span&gt;– They repeat their MSN conversations to each other until each knows the other’s ‘dark secrets’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXnFIOv2eUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rGrXmHnxSTg/s1600-h/whisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXnFIOv2eUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rGrXmHnxSTg/s320/whisper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294479582139152706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conflict no.1&lt;br /&gt;- Helen&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-aked.html"&gt;Wants a certain teacher to teach Sher Maine in ‘Dreamland School’&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sher Maine:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://spillxpression.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-god-answer-lone-prayer.html"&gt;Is totally against it and is frozen in the fear of Helen’s wish which may very well come true.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Author’s Note: Well Helen, I have a feeling your wish might come true because in Dreamland, everything is possible :D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine:&lt;/span&gt; NOOOOOO!!!!! *pours out buckets of tears*&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJUG9QEJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LTQHpjAf1Ow/s1600-h/sorry_crying_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061971787747474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 224px; cursor: pointer; height: 244px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJUG9QEJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LTQHpjAf1Ow/s320/sorry_crying_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No!!! Please don't!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After identifying certain conflicts and similarities, they both had a lovely stroll down the lane. They arrived at a pretty ice-cream parlour, where Sher Maine treated Helen to a MANDARIN ORANGE ICE-CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXnFkFSobEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5GsgotLnF6M/s1600-h/orange+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXnFkFSobEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5GsgotLnF6M/s320/orange+ice+cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294480060637015106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Um… Sher Maine, were you listening to me just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine:&lt;/span&gt; Of course! I do not have some hearing defect :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt; Did you get something about perhaps… mandarin oranges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine:&lt;/span&gt; One word: You LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT???? *leaves the ice-cream parlour, while Sher Maine stares in disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen is jolted very rudely out of her dream. She pinches herself and wonders whether Sher Maine exists. Suddenly, she realizes that her hair is wet. ‘Oh no! It cannot be what I’m thinking it is!’ And then… a waft of orange-flavoured air reaches her olfactory organ. She sits up with a great shock and looks back. The mandarin orange sits there, open and squashed, with orange liquid squirting out of it. Oooh! An orange juice fountain! She rushes over and drinks the juice. It tastes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ethereal&lt;/span&gt;. She drinks and drinks until she is entirely contented. At the end of the day, she can’t help but wonder if she actually likes mandarin oranges or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJDvTIjkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/S0C6XiiqBb8/s1600-h/orange+juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061690559172162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 191px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJDvTIjkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/S0C6XiiqBb8/s320/orange+juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to it. As we continued talking for the next period, this story came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MEANING OF CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We sit staring at the computer, blank in the mind but our mouth being exactly the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt; What are you going to do during CNY? I’m going to take loads of pictures and drink shandy and beer into the late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janice:&lt;/span&gt; Ooh!! That’s nice. I really want to experience getting drunk. I want to see if I’ll walk sideways, frontwards, backwards or zig-zag :P What are you planning to wear on the First Day Of CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mumbles an unending line of words which are foreign to the author&lt;/span&gt;. Among them were spaghetti straps &amp;amp; shorts. *The author shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a genie appears and grants us three wishes. Janice squeals with delight and says, ‘I really want FOS clothes for Chinese New Year. And I really really want coloured contact lenses from Prangin Mall.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJDeMkdiI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vFz21OLBUWg/s1600-h/genie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061685968238114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJDeMkdiI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vFz21OLBUWg/s320/genie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genie: &lt;/span&gt;Oh, don’t be silly Janice. Those things are easy to come by. They just need money. Ask me for something more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen and Janice stare at each other and contemplate the genie’s statement. Well, he is right. Chinese New Year is not about the ang pows, cookies or oranges. The meaning of Chinese New Year goes much deeper. It’s about strengthening family ties, realizing how blessed we are and showing love to the distant family members of whom we hardly see. So, on behalf of Helen, I urge you to spend your CNY in the most meaningful way ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eleashachew.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Author &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think Helen will divulge &lt;a href="http://eleashachew.blogspot.com/"&gt;my identity&lt;/a&gt; *sob*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not like mandarin oranges&lt;/span&gt; and the first story has given me a phobia of them. However, every time I see mandarin oranges during these few weeks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will definitely think of the author, the people featured and the stories here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJDjsrE4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/OPIU0TCJQPM/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061687445066626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJDjsrE4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/OPIU0TCJQPM/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said earlier, lots of love to everyone and have a blessed new year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and I want my ang pows, please and thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhKudxvQFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Egl5OHSjJ90/s1600-h/ang+pow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294063524101701714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 210px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhKudxvQFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Egl5OHSjJ90/s320/ang+pow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And who said that money does not grow on trees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6308999757368093703?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6308999757368093703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6308999757368093703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6308999757368093703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6308999757368093703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaning-of-chinese-new-year-as-told.html' title='The Meaning of Chinese New Year - As Told From A Different Perspective'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhJD14nw3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/1oKkgmsK9ZQ/s72-c/prosperousChineseNewYear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-5270491603436941631</id><published>2009-01-22T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:51:43.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The Power of Persuasion</title><content type='html'>I pride on being a not-easily-influenced person. And a person who can persuade others quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday, I was persuaded by my Godmother and I think I've gotten influenced by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I went over to her house as my mum wanted to pass her a few things. As I felt really tired and drained out as I came back very late yesterday, I did not want to stay on for a long time. All I wanted to do was to go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mum and my Godmother talked for a long time. As usual, they went on from one topic to another. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon, it turned towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I feel the laziness syndrome kicking up in me again, I will not bother to type out the whole conversation here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Godmother asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I told her that I have not decided on a suitable occupation for myself. And that I would decide later, in a few more years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfrQ-AQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UGqYqBNzJ-E/s1600-h/young_female_doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294055573442920706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 220px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfrQ-AQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UGqYqBNzJ-E/s320/young_female_doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine myself as a doctor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She persuaded me to become a doctor as it was a noble profession. Besides that, doctors were always in demand and one could easily find a job, even during hard times. She also said that the pay was good and if I were a well-known doctor, I could dictate the working hours and take leave whenever I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum sided my Godmother and repeated the words of my cousin who is a doctor in Australia. During my trip to KL, he told me that most of his courses were computer simulated and that you did not have to dissect bodies unless you chose to be a surgeon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, he's a psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I countered back with my own excuses. I told her that Science was not my strong subject, that I was afraid of blood and I just generally did not like the idea of working as a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Godmother continued on and said that I did not have to touch blood if I chose not to. Of course, she said that for people like me, choosing an option such being a cardiologist or surgeon was out of the question. But then, she gave several alternatives such as being a pediatrician, optician, or just a GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDewJyz9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/j2DmXuGOhjI/s1600-h/baby_sick_visit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294055557575135186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDewJyz9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/j2DmXuGOhjI/s320/baby_sick_visit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on what I want now. Being a pediatrician is not my cup of team as I don't really like to work with children. Of course, when they can be such darlings whenever they're angelic but when they're sick, they tend to throw tantrums. And I don't really like to see children suffer from diseases as I don't think I can handle it. So, maybe being a pediatrician is not a suitable choice right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhEY0OnknI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NKsL9Kh_T7U/s1600-h/happy+girl+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294056555101524594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 319px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhEY0OnknI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NKsL9Kh_T7U/s320/happy+girl+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which do you prefer? This or...&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfqILb6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/0mvOK0kLZrY/s1600-h/tantrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294055573137616802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfqILb6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/0mvOK0kLZrY/s320/tantrum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with the other options my Godmother suggested (there are too many to list down), I don't know. They sound like viable options, but I'm still not sure if being a doctor is really my calling and what I'm destined to be. Of course, I have my other interests such as Mathematics and IT, so maybe I could choose a profession in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But certainly, through my Godmother's prowess in persuasion, being a doctor may as well be one of my options. Because the idea of being one is stuck in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I be a doctor or pick something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfbZ8TnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OWnKokW-uYE/s1600-h/question_marks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294055569185590898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 246px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfbZ8TnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OWnKokW-uYE/s320/question_marks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-5270491603436941631?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5270491603436941631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=5270491603436941631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5270491603436941631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/5270491603436941631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-persuasion.html' title='The Power of Persuasion'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXhDfrQ-AQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UGqYqBNzJ-E/s72-c/young_female_doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4363437517034153940</id><published>2009-01-18T00:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:13:03.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramas and Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Reads'/><title type='text'>A Tribute to Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, I've actually taken the time to upload the compiled video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm not really sure whether the title of this drama/sketch is Ros or Rose as there are two conflicting names in the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But for convenience sake, I'll stick to Ros as I'll have one letter less to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros was a Moral sketch which we planned and performed in August last year for a Moral competition. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As like the previous, we did not win first and only managed to get second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that Ros is the best sketch we ever planned and performed due to a few reasons. We had more time to plan it out and practice, we had talented people as we had to combine with another class, and we also had improved in our acting and planning this time round as we had plenty of experience now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my class, 2 A, combined with 2 M to come out with this sketch. At first, Eleasha and I did not want to take lead in this sketch as it was quite near to our exams and we felt that we should give others a chance to lead too. But, after some discussion, it looked as if that things would be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out for the script for Ros was a tough time. We had a discussion during our Moral class. But there were no ideas coming out from the rest of our classmates. Eleasha and I thought of backing out and letting the rest take charge and come out with a horrible sketch just for the sake of doing it. Fortunately, after some mild threatening, the others agreed to cooperate and help out with the sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the minor hiccups, everything was quite smooth sailing. Our classmates readily came out with a rough plot for the sketch for us to work on. As usual, we decided on the actor/actresses, props, music, clothes and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the competition, everything went quite well. We managed to record the whole sketch for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now, presenting a 2 A/M sketch, Rose. Watch and comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator - Erin Ching&lt;br /&gt;Rose - Cheryl Tan&lt;br /&gt;Jake - Tan Sher Maine&lt;br /&gt;Jan - Janice Ang&lt;br /&gt;Rose's mum - Chuah Hui Jing&lt;br /&gt;Jake's mum - Helen Thong&lt;br /&gt;Ros's siblings - Meroshini, Lavannya&lt;br /&gt;Branches - Eleasha Chew, Dhiviya Dharshini, Adele Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director - Eleasha Chew&lt;br /&gt;Script - Eleasha Chew, Helen Thong&lt;br /&gt;Props - Chan Hsu-Lynn, Ling Poh Yuen&lt;br /&gt;Music - Helen Thong, Ruth Yee&lt;br /&gt;Videography - Siti Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcPfsD-NK40?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcPfsD-NK40?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 114px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4363437517034153940?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4363437517034153940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4363437517034153940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4363437517034153940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4363437517034153940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute-to-ros.html' title='A Tribute to Rose'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s72-c/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6054289386245420270</id><published>2009-01-16T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:51:54.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Sleep Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm an expert in it because I have had a lot of practice in sleep talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, for some reason or another, people do not phone or talk to me whenever I expect them to. They just have to wait till I go to sleep before making that phone call. In a day, there may be no calls for me but the minute I decide to take a nap as I feel sleepy/tired/bored, inevitably, the phone will start ringing off the hook and it is always for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid will then bring the phone to me and wake me up to answer it. To all of you people who are guilty of this, you will know how I talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, according to the people who call me, I manage to talk sense although I'm actually sleeping halfway. They know that I'm sleeping but they say that I make sense and they know what I'm talking about. However, I tend to forget the message once I wake up so it gets dangerous as I have no idea of what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erica: &lt;/span&gt;Hello, Helen. I know you're sleeping right now. So sorry. But I want to tell you that you don't have to fetch me to tuition today cause my dad will fetch me today. You just have to fetch me back. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, okay. See you later. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few hours later, once I've woken up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no! Did Erica phone me to tell me she's going or not? Do I have to fetch her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXGhbdVBsiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xWu5vPALLHs/s1600-h/BizFind-girl-thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXGhbdVBsiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xWu5vPALLHs/s320/BizFind-girl-thinking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292188530238403106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scratches head and tries hard to recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, after pondering for a few moments, it always comes back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But not always though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunt: &lt;/span&gt;Helen, I'm putting your IC in the third drawer. Make sure you keep it properly when you wake up. I'm going off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, yes. Just put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I've woken up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh, where's my IC? I must have lost it! Aiyoh, where did she was going to put it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phones aunt to ask about the IC and receives a reprimand for being such a scatter-brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with lots of practice, I eventually improve and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can even give directions&lt;/span&gt; even though I'm half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt; on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;Hello, Helen. I know it's really early but I have to ask you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Okay. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;About the skirt, what am I supposed to do to it? After cutting it, I have to send it to the shop to fix it properly first or do I start sewing immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;First, you cut it. Then you send it to the shop. You only start sewing once we go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;Oh, now I know. Okay, thank you. Have a nice time sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I never actually knew what I was talking about, but the people above claimed they understood me, so I guess I must be quite good a sleep talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can even progress to sleep blogging now. On second thoughts, that's a rather dangerous idea as I may type nonsense into the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'll just stick to sleep talking for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But that doesn't give you the excuse to call me when I'm asleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXGhbP0uxBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ff7czdBnPW4/s1600-h/angry_little_girl_body_language.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXGhbP0uxBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ff7czdBnPW4/s320/angry_little_girl_body_language.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292188526613283858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need my sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6054289386245420270?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6054289386245420270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6054289386245420270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6054289386245420270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6054289386245420270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep-talking.html' title='Sleep Talking'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SXGhbdVBsiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xWu5vPALLHs/s72-c/BizFind-girl-thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8715048055291549233</id><published>2009-01-15T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:51:59.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Housekeeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one topic where I'm bad at.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Very bad at, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Housekeeping skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNp1uPpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l8hwtHCjWHk/s1600-h/messy+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNp1uPpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l8hwtHCjWHk/s320/messy+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291557173404253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And my room is a testimony to that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had an ERT (Living Skills) class today. As usual, the teacher talked non-stop while we tried to stay awake. After she was done with her notes, she ordered us to clean up the cooking room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eleasha and I had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scrub 3 towels, rinse them and hang them outside to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when we heard what we had to do, we had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"look"&lt;/span&gt; on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jN6k1sQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jn1mD8HwuDs/s1600-h/___GASP_by_Dokuro.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jN6k1sQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jn1mD8HwuDs/s320/___GASP_by_Dokuro.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291557177896841474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my gawd! How are we gonna to do this? What are we supposed to do first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards the sink and placed the basin into the sink. Using our fingers, we slowly picked out a towel and placed it into the sink. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, we stared at it for 10 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank goodness, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pro"&lt;/span&gt; was in the same class as us. For the first time in 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;Sher Maine! Help! What are we supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gives the knowing look.&lt;/span&gt; Take the brush, then scrub the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Why must we scrub the towel? It's clean already what. Wasting time only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sighs and laments over the fact that Eleasha and Helen have such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;housekeeping skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Eleasha.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, this is why we should never be roommates. This is already bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;What do you do next? Rinse it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patiently.&lt;/span&gt; Yes. With water. Till there's no more soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;Actually, come to think of it, this is rather fun! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Splashes water around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah! Luckily it's the end of school or else we'll get all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;And the water is so cold! So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minutes&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;squeezing, rinsing and washing 3 small towels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha: &lt;/span&gt;Eh, my towel still got soap-lah. How-ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;Never mind-lah. It's clean already what. Just leave it there. Let's hang them outside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sher Maine: &lt;/span&gt;Tsk, tsk tsk. My towel has no more soap. You must keep rinsing and washing it till all the soap comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen: &lt;/span&gt;It's ok. It's clean already. I'm just gonna hang it up and go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleasha:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moans. &lt;/span&gt;My hands have been exposed to harsh chemicals. What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen:&lt;/span&gt; Put lotion-lah. It helps. That's why I don't like washing plates or cloths or anything that requires me to use detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you see why I have such horrible housekeeping skills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNy14o5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/WYxPERicbVo/s1600-h/Shy+funny+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNy14o5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/WYxPERicbVo/s320/Shy+funny+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291557175820854162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you're shocked and amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I actually did any housework was when my maid went home during the holidays. I had to sweep the floor, wash the plates, make my own bed and many others. It was terrible as I detest doing housework and am very slow in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNnORViI/AAAAAAAAAdA/aB1M2bWepLs/s1600-h/housework+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNnORViI/AAAAAAAAAdA/aB1M2bWepLs/s320/housework+cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291557172701910562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, a little experience is better than none as I will definitely have to do my own housework when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moral of the story: Study hard and get a well paying job so that you will be able to hire a maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Housekeeping skills are not a joke. They are a talent which will come in useful in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I had better get cracking and learn up some simple stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8715048055291549233?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8715048055291549233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8715048055291549233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8715048055291549233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8715048055291549233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/housekeeping.html' title='Housekeeping'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW9jNp1uPpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l8hwtHCjWHk/s72-c/messy+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-660649076799777234</id><published>2009-01-14T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:52:04.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Narnian Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: Names will not be mentioned here as I don't want to see an answer posted to this in any of my friends' blogs. But of course, if you're smart enough, you will be able to figure out everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: There are 4 people involved in this conversation including yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes to the end of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;Have you heard from N recently? On MSN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Yes! He chatted with me recently. And I didn't know what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;Typical. The only person he thinks about is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Practicing excellent selective hearing at that moment.&lt;/span&gt; N! A, he's still chatting with you? You and him are so opposite like maybe A and D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulls a face&lt;/span&gt;. He told me that he likes watching romantic movies as he can learn about other people's lives. How shallow is that? Unlike me, I love watching movies with deep messages. Such as Prince Caspian. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks into the distance dreamily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B, C and D:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roll eyes while giving the knowing look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; You've watched the show like for a million times. Especially the kissing scene. It's all you watch only, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I don't like that scene. But I like that scene because of the emotions portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; So indirectly, you like that scene right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for an answer.&lt;/span&gt; I guess? I like it because of the leaving. What a bittersweet ending. Just like the Prisoner of Zenda. My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B,C,D:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Groans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is followed with more private stuff which shall not appear here for A, B, C and D's privacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, more for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C's&lt;/span&gt; privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and C continue about the topic for another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/span&gt; while eating fruits before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally moving on to another topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A typical day in school with loads of time wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to A&lt;/span&gt;: I don't want you to write about me in your blog! I didn't mention anything inappropriate here and no names were disclosed. But as I promised, I blogged about it and I'm gonna upload a picture for you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW4Qz1XU_LI/AAAAAAAAAc4/c1H5l2gmAMk/s1600-h/I_love_you__goodbye_by_Jugoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW4Qz1XU_LI/AAAAAAAAAc4/c1H5l2gmAMk/s320/I_love_you__goodbye_by_Jugoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185094891207858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eleashachew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the one and only hardcore Narnian fan I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry, couldn't resist linking you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s1600-h/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/S0ijRuHkdSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dk2tsCv1ATg/s400/Helen+T_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765276000646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-660649076799777234?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/660649076799777234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=660649076799777234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/660649076799777234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/660649076799777234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/narnian.html' title='Narnian Nonsense'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SW4Qz1XU_LI/AAAAAAAAAc4/c1H5l2gmAMk/s72-c/I_love_you__goodbye_by_Jugoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4181594386578677589</id><published>2009-01-10T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:31:26.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>3 Aked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess this title sums everything up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 3 Aked this year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The so-called first class.&lt;/span&gt; And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;largest class&lt;/span&gt; this year since all the music students are in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very competitive class too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone in 3 A is super smart and brainy and talented and the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, but since I'm in that class, I must be one too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Grins with a smug face.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFX4odnFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/76JG0F_qE9k/s1600-h/big-cheesy-grin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFX4odnFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/76JG0F_qE9k/s320/big-cheesy-grin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288850351546276946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see a lot of raised eyebrows now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFYUv7dwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QDdrWUo9Z-E/s1600-h/Modified_Raised_Eyebrow_Smiley_by_Prince_of_Powerpoint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFYUv7dwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QDdrWUo9Z-E/s320/Modified_Raised_Eyebrow_Smiley_by_Prince_of_Powerpoint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288850359093786370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I'm glad to be in 3 A this year as most of my friends are in this class as well. And we have good teachers this year too! Finally, I have a Maths teacher who can actually speak English and teach clearly and properly, an English teacher who makes lessons interesting, a Science teacher who makes the subject easy, an easy-going Geography teacher and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also a History teacher who's a walking textbook and can talk non-stop for an hour and a half and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes put us to sleep&lt;/span&gt;, a funny Music teacher who conducts many activities and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that my class will get a certain Moral teacher which we all like as our current Moral teacher has announced that she will be only teaching us for 2 weeks. She is quite fun, but to some people who know everything that happened in 2007, most of us are keeping our fingers crossed that our Moral teacher will be a certain someone. If that wish comes true, there will never be a quiet moment in the class as all of us will be laughing our heads off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the wrong reasons, as Sher Maine would attest and agree.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFYEbrIdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kLwyLVtU-aQ/s1600-h/laugh_ha_ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFYEbrIdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kLwyLVtU-aQ/s320/laugh_ha_ha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288850354713862610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During almost every Moral class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must stop here and not say anything more about this or else I will not live to tell the tale if we do get that Moral teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Keeps her fingers and for that matter, toes crossed that we will get that Moral teacher.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFYFD6t-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/BKTHec5XoeM/s1600-h/fingers-crossed_sxc-776014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFYFD6t-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/BKTHec5XoeM/s320/fingers-crossed_sxc-776014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288850354882656226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFhxe9CVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1lgVGdc8pAs/s1600-h/1842494747_db37e71ee9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFhxe9CVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1lgVGdc8pAs/s320/1842494747_db37e71ee9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288850521426037074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://spillxpression.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sher Maine&lt;/a&gt; has written an answer to this post, so kindly head over &lt;a href="http://spillxpression.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-god-answer-lone-prayer.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read her point of view of this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4181594386578677589?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4181594386578677589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4181594386578677589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4181594386578677589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4181594386578677589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-aked.html' title='3 Aked'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXFX4odnFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/76JG0F_qE9k/s72-c/big-cheesy-grin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3210464991537192791</id><published>2009-01-09T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:05:00.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia! The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXNtnIVo3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/66po5AKHPGw/s1600-h/playbill_mammamia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288859520898278258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 245px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXNtnIVo3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/66po5AKHPGw/s320/playbill_mammamia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm really late in blogging this, but I've been really busy ever since school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the pictures taken haven't been fully uploaded yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will try my best to hurry up as if I don't blog about this and post the pictures, I may never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. So here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really early and packed all the last minute stuff into my bag. I went to school to board the bus. We talked all the way to KL except during some sleepy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHQWG4j3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/NpUosKtNASo/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852421042802546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHQWG4j3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/NpUosKtNASo/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyW1DY2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/tfDlrqA9ysw/s1600-h/n803045181_5296879_3641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288855204375257954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyW1DY2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/tfDlrqA9ysw/s320/n803045181_5296879_3641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy dearest aka Sher Maine sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJi4V0ocI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ydd8g9BC8NY/s1600-h/n803045181_5296455_185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854938493166018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJi4V0ocI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ydd8g9BC8NY/s320/n803045181_5296455_185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mee Quin sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached KL really late. We left Penang at 8.30am and only reached at 3.30pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could have gone to Melaka by car by that time.&lt;/span&gt; We checked into the hotel and started unpacking and bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared a room with Sher Maine, Luvenia and Amanda. After everyone bathed and changed into formal wear, we boarded the bus and headed to KLCC for some window-shopping and dinner. Why window-shopping? Cause everything in KLCC was branded designer stuff, read Chanel, Prada, Coach, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, you get the picture. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could only afford to shop in Watsons&lt;/span&gt; and had dinner in McDonald. Posed and took some pictures in the KLCC toilet and stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHQlIv71I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4U71pDrgytA/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852425077157714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHQlIv71I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4U71pDrgytA/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the toilet near the food court.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJi6yI-CI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CNWCojLtRE8/s1600-h/n803045181_5296447_1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854939148810274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJi6yI-CI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CNWCojLtRE8/s320/n803045181_5296447_1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stairway pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJisuMT2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4bFYSjdFsXw/s1600-h/n803045181_5296446_388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854935374155618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJisuMT2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4bFYSjdFsXw/s320/n803045181_5296446_388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHRAiK4JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4D3AsQO-Fqg/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852432431538322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHRAiK4JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4D3AsQO-Fqg/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHQ1reZKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JgSZVnJv0EA/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852429517776034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHQ1reZKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JgSZVnJv0EA/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;Then, we went to Istana Budaya which was only a 15 minute drive from KLCC. Istana Budaya kinda looked like the old Penang Airport. But it's really grand inside. After collecting our tickets from the teacher and taking some photos, we went in. The place was really grand. It was so huge. We sat down at our seats which were good as they were about 10 rows away from the stage. Then, as it wasn't time yet, we took more photos. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make that a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXK6G0ReFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AY0550C43qs/s1600-h/KL-istana-budaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288856437027600466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 210px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXK6G0ReFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AY0550C43qs/s320/KL-istana-budaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Istana Budaya&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXLOki-SFI/AAAAAAAAAco/sIr33gRi_f8/s1600-h/Penang_airport_Panorama5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288856788605487186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 79px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXLOki-SFI/AAAAAAAAAco/sIr33gRi_f8/s320/Penang_airport_Panorama5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penang Airport. Spot the resemblance?&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJjPc4TNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/doSREvHUDx8/s1600-h/n803045181_5296469_8360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854944696782034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJjPc4TNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/doSREvHUDx8/s320/n803045181_5296469_8360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside with the backdrop.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHRXI3nuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/a6saptiYfSA/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852438499434210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHRXI3nuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/a6saptiYfSA/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJTg7Lw5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/lt4yBLZK3Uo/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854674509382546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJTg7Lw5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/lt4yBLZK3Uo/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIvkCgAGI/AAAAAAAAAag/2oMSGvhNH6E/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854056870084706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIvkCgAGI/AAAAAAAAAag/2oMSGvhNH6E/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeZFtbpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/t0ZwKp9B1lM/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852662361353874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeZFtbpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/t0ZwKp9B1lM/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeLJyBuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hrxu9x2dJWM/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852658620335842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeLJyBuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hrxu9x2dJWM/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIulQS_0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/u6NuJGlf5zU/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854040016518978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIulQS_0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/u6NuJGlf5zU/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJTPCjd2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/eQ7aCpz8YKY/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854669708457826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJTPCjd2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/eQ7aCpz8YKY/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIvLCHkUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cZ-fmHBQqGs/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854050157596994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIvLCHkUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cZ-fmHBQqGs/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIuhMBMyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lkNgyyMbJJA/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854038924833570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIuhMBMyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lkNgyyMbJJA/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIvQpRs1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XbRkQTjEggw/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854051664016210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXIvQpRs1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XbRkQTjEggw/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHqFmG9bI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/X_2DU4zzIdQ/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852863286965682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHqFmG9bI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/X_2DU4zzIdQ/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHpYc1MrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yDoRUR4RBUE/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852851168457394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHpYc1MrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yDoRUR4RBUE/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHpGvvugI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DSTHZ7yCLxM/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852846415952386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHpGvvugI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DSTHZ7yCLxM/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHok35ZgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D9GITIm4Bl0/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852837323335170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHok35ZgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D9GITIm4Bl0/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHp-tpXdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iPg9GcZIx4M/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852861439532498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHp-tpXdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iPg9GcZIx4M/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHd5bxZSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XfP2Pb6BPEM/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852653863953698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHd5bxZSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XfP2Pb6BPEM/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeUrsvgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wm7JldQ7ri0/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852661178514946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeUrsvgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wm7JldQ7ri0/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeXx3erI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rNGBwcrFTpM/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288852662009690802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXHeXx3erI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rNGBwcrFTpM/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Promptly at 8.30pm, the musical started. But, there was an anticlimax as the national anthem was played. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh, I thought I would only be hearing that in school.&lt;/span&gt; We had to sing as the people around us were singing and we didn't wanted to get stared at. Then, the musical started. It was indescribable. It was awesome, spectacular and everything wonderful. I loved the actors and the actresses and the music and the props and the dance choreography. It was so good that I felt fortunate that I had upgraded my ticket as I had a good seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the intermission, we talked about the show and walked down to the orchestra pit to look at the instruments. After about 15 minutes, the musical resumed. It was funny and entertaining. At the end of it, the actors/actresses came out for an encore. All of us stood up and clapped along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned back to the hotel after the musical. Then we resumed our posing session in the hotel room and along the corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyfrFYWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jrm1LUOKiMc/s1600-h/n803045181_5296687_4395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288855206749364578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyfrFYWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jrm1LUOKiMc/s320/n803045181_5296687_4395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyYn9s1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5inTsbPHzPM/s1600-h/n803045181_5296686_3210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288855204857230162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyYn9s1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5inTsbPHzPM/s320/n803045181_5296686_3210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJSvEiy5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3T8k1oH-7aU/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854661126867858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJSvEiy5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3T8k1oH-7aU/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJjcBQcTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lbOyp__u8ng/s1600-h/n803045181_5296471_357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854948070584626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJjcBQcTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lbOyp__u8ng/s320/n803045181_5296471_357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJTGST3iI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ruNBQPdi9EA/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854667358625314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJTGST3iI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ruNBQPdi9EA/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyOg7NKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yayWUY49bpE/s1600-h/n803045181_5296472_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288855202143351970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyOg7NKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yayWUY49bpE/s320/n803045181_5296472_1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJSemLmGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Gt7xfh3PW3U/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854656704551010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJSemLmGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Gt7xfh3PW3U/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we headed to Dharshini, Isabelle, Mee Quin and Jeanette's room for a food and drinks party. The room was in a mess when we left. We went back to our own rooms at about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I woke up at 7.30am. After bathing, we went down for breakfast. We left the hotel at 9.30am and headed to Mid Valley Megamall for shopping and lunch. From there, my parents and relatives picked me up and we headed to a restaurant for lunch. I did not follow the bus back to Penang as I extended my holiday in KL.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyMGXp4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/90QRvPYVpQM/s1600-h/n803045181_5296506_3800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288855201495099266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXJyMGXp4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/90QRvPYVpQM/s320/n803045181_5296506_3800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's basically about my Mamma Mia school trip to KL. As for the rest of my holidays in KL, I don't think I will blog about it as I have no time and most of the time in KL was spent with my family, specially with my cousin from Australia and with my nephews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3210464991537192791?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3210464991537192791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3210464991537192791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3210464991537192791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3210464991537192791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/mamma-mia-musical.html' title='Mamma Mia! The Musical'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXNtnIVo3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/66po5AKHPGw/s72-c/playbill_mammamia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8970201947184754728</id><published>2009-01-08T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:02:00.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Have my dear readers made their New Year's resolutions yet? Any interesting one's you would like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; resolution which is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not make a resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I find it very hard to achieve my resolutions and feel very demoralized whenever I fail. Therefore, for a change, I have decided to make both short and long term goals this year. They should be achieved easily if a lot hard work and effort is put into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 2009 Goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get straight A's for PMR. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the progress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study more, relax less. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying hard now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice my piano, violin and guitar more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going on rather well, thanks to a well-followed timetable and loads of encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pass my Grade 8 Theory exams in March. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This should be quite okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Improve and master Form 4's Additional and Modern Maths. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seem like a mammoth task now. But should be okay as the months pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make more friends and be less cliquish. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've made more friends recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Improve my mandarin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;China's opening up very fast now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend more time with my family and friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not alone, by myself in front of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be more active in sports and school activities. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my fitness and health and also for the co-curricular marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Organize and/or act in a class drama/film. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very important! &lt;/span&gt;Since my class has all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt; people this year. Eg: Actors/Actresses, Props, Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that everyone will have a blessed 2009. May all your resolutions and goals be achieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXDc5W2QgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bbq-FC5LDzU/s1600-h/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXDc5W2QgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bbq-FC5LDzU/s320/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288848238616920578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8970201947184754728?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8970201947184754728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8970201947184754728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8970201947184754728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8970201947184754728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SWXDc5W2QgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bbq-FC5LDzU/s72-c/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4963983774036134264</id><published>2008-12-28T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:00:01.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>An Interlude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's take a short break now, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy blogging all the time. To rack my brains for something amusing and interesting every other day isn't exactly the easiest thing to do. So, I will be taking a short break from blogging as I will be having a week-long holiday in Kuala Lumpur. I will be in KL to watch Mamma Mia! The Musical with my friends and also to visit my friends and family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUs6kpJYvWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_d1-a6VrX14/s1600-h/KL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUs6kpJYvWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_d1-a6VrX14/s320/KL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281379389216963938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be in KL starting form today (28th) until the 2nd of January. Hopefully, I will be able to make some time to blog about my holiday in KL when I'm there. But they will only be published once I'm back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loads of photos will definitely be uploaded when I return&lt;/span&gt;. So, have a smashing holiday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the new year is approaching!&lt;/span&gt; and remember to keep on reading Fulfilling Life's Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Helen T.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4963983774036134264?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4963983774036134264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4963983774036134264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4963983774036134264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4963983774036134264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/interlude.html' title='An Interlude'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUs6kpJYvWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_d1-a6VrX14/s72-c/KL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4170513354215120423</id><published>2008-12-25T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:40:19.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, a very Merry Christmas to my dear readers. I know I'm rather late in wishing and there's only a few more hours before it's Boxing Day but oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? Anyway, I have my reasons for not being able to blog earlier and wish everyone Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SVOP4hfJOpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/avXyhsDCj58/s1600-h/13SnowmanMerryChristmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SVOP4hfJOpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/avXyhsDCj58/s320/13SnowmanMerryChristmas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283724989060168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I said earlier, I have my reasons as to why I could not blog earlier. I was in Gurney Plaza watching Australia. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, it's a movie, in case you're wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SVOamc-hjwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8j0pgqFifkw/s1600-h/AustraliaPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SVOamc-hjwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8j0pgqFifkw/s320/AustraliaPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283736773239869186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was just released today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting movie where many important and relevant issues are raised. The scenery is also lovely, with a good cast. Nicole Kidman is a good actress and is perfect in her role. There are loads of action scenes and the movie is not boring at all. However, it's rather long about 2 hours 40 minutes, but it was worth every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A must watch, especially those who love action and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, it has nothing to do with Christmas, in case you were wondering. &lt;/span&gt;I wonder why it was released on Christmas day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So go and watch it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I said so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4170513354215120423?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4170513354215120423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4170513354215120423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4170513354215120423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4170513354215120423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SVOP4hfJOpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/avXyhsDCj58/s72-c/13SnowmanMerryChristmas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6589504295689574002</id><published>2008-12-23T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:08:22.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Fans, Be My Followers</title><content type='html'>Dear readers of Fulfilling Life's Destiny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the fact that you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and yes I do mean you&lt;/span&gt; are taking the time to read my blog. Without you guys who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lighten up my day, brighten up my life, colour my world and provide me with interesting and amusing anecdotes to blog about&lt;/span&gt;, this blog wouldn't have existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can you people just help me out in another small matter? As you can see in the top left corner of this blog, there is a widget called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fans and Followers&lt;/span&gt;. If you have a Blogger account, please sign in with that account and click on the button that says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Follow This Blog&lt;/span&gt;. In that way, you will receive instant updates whenever I publish a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an easy way, just click on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/follow-blog.g?blogID=368202763190547116"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will love you forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUs5QV8aPYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3fQYIiYig6Q/s1600-h/love+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUs5QV8aPYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3fQYIiYig6Q/s320/love+hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281377940953251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the small minority who have already followed my blog even before this post, I commend you and I hope that you will keep on following my blog. Besides that, I also hope that you will link me in your blogs. I link everyone who links me. After you have linked me in your blog, just send me a message in my chatterbox with your name and your URL so that I can link you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One good turn deserves another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that you all will be my fans, followers and most importantly, friends. Remember to keep on following and reading Fulfilling Life's Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With loads and loads of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Helen T.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6589504295689574002?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6589504295689574002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6589504295689574002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6589504295689574002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6589504295689574002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/fans-be-my-followers.html' title='Fans, Be My Followers'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUs5QV8aPYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3fQYIiYig6Q/s72-c/love+hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8375963052278745543</id><published>2008-12-22T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:44:19.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer: Everything you need to know about a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But not always though.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes, I have had people walking up to me and saying the weirdest kinds of things. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such as telling me that I look and sound like a so-and-so, am working as a this-and-that and many other weird things which I will save for another blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the idea for this post when I met a friend of my parents recently. A few comments by my parents made me think for a while and I decided that this topic could be explored further and be transformed into a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me give you the overall background so that you will understand better and have a clearer picture of what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. EJ is a businessman selling all kinds of dried foodstuff in town. My parents go to his shop to buy the things they need since a long time ago. He is my mum's sister-in-law's brother-in-law. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. I have officially made everyone confused. Never mind&lt;/span&gt;. To simplify things, he is a distant relative of mine.&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU59Nqgx7dI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pfbEpDzxJvM/s1600-h/confused-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU59Nqgx7dI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pfbEpDzxJvM/s320/confused-monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282297086655720914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confused?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read on&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It gets worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually follow my parents to his shop as it is in town and they normally go there on Saturdays. I have been there since I was 3, perhaps? And as I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rather quiet and shy girl last time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite hard to believe, right?&lt;/span&gt; I did not talk much but instead stared a lot at the things sold there.&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU59Nfpyr4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/zbbF_u7QVwU/s1600-h/mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU59Nfpyr4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/zbbF_u7QVwU/s320/mushrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282297083740729218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mushrooms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plenty in the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year, during Christmas, my uncle and aunt who are related to Mr. EJ came down to Penang. They live in KL. That year, Mr. EJ did a party in his house and invited my family along as well. Then, my uncle decided to tease me and asked me whether I knew Mr. EJ. I answered loudly with a decided yes. My uncle asked me, "So what is his name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am very ashamed to say that I didn't know his name at that time. So I answered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"mushroom man."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think most of you will be wondering how I came with that name.&lt;/span&gt; Well, one of my earliest memories of going to Mr. EJ's shop was to buy mushrooms. A lot of mushrooms. So I came to associate Mr. EJ with mushrooms.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU5-ATGJQTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IbdFGyhpawc/s1600-h/mushroom_man_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU5-ATGJQTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IbdFGyhpawc/s320/mushroom_man_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282297956543316274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mushroom man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figuratively. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the present, my family and I bumped into Mr. EJ at Dewan Sri Pinang. My dad immediately told me, "Here's mushroom man." After saying the usual formalities, my parents excused ourselves as we wanted to go home. A few steps later, my dad asked me," Eh, so what's his name again? I keep forgetting as I call him mushroom man like you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my mum still remembered his real name and told us. My dad and I were like, " Oh yeah. I totally forgot. Must remember his name and call him by his real name next time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have a chance to call him by his real name. My relative, Mr. EJ's nephew, is going to get married soon and the wedding reception will be held in early January. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully, my brain cells will function properly and I will stop associating him with mushrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more mushrooms or mushroom man for me.&lt;/span&gt; Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8375963052278745543?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8375963052278745543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8375963052278745543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8375963052278745543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8375963052278745543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU59Nqgx7dI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pfbEpDzxJvM/s72-c/confused-monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-3101145545669440325</id><published>2008-12-21T15:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:37:06.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>A Phone Call</title><content type='html'>I know this title sounds so creepy. Like those Asian horror films which I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not watch at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU31c7pFC-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wI3xAvlHZVQ/s1600-h/one-missed-call-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU31c7pFC-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wI3xAvlHZVQ/s320/one-missed-call-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147815370591202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just looking at it gives me the creeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, this post is going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funny, hilarious and fun&lt;/span&gt; entry just like the posts before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I received a phone call from my Ah Mah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(grandmother)&lt;/span&gt;. Normally, I would have freaked out if I picked up the phone as I would have to converse with my Ah Mah in Hokkien. It would be even worse if my parents were not around as I would have to talk to my Ah Mah in Hokkien on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical conversation with my Ah Mah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few months ago&lt;/span&gt; would have been like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; Hello, Heleh-ah. Wa ai ka loo eh mak kong wa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, Helen. I want to talk to your mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While panicking and looking around in desperation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yells*&lt;/span&gt; MUMMY! AH MAH'S ON THE PHONE. FASTER PICK IT UP!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then on the phone to my Ah Mah,&lt;/span&gt; Tan chi eh, Ah Mah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah, please hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU387NLL50I/AAAAAAAAAWY/YcT_S6QgEBI/s1600-h/Panic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU387NLL50I/AAAAAAAAAWY/YcT_S6QgEBI/s320/Panic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282156032054519618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I normally feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that would be the end of our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, over the last few months, I am very proud to say that my Hokkien has improved! Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ardent listening to my relatives conversation&lt;/span&gt; and of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading my Hokkien guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the real test came, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; Hello, Helen. Loo eh mak ooo ti-oh?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hello, Helen. Is you mum there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Wa eh mak bo ti. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My mum is not at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; Loo eh pa-eh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Ee chut ki liao. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He has gone out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, aa neh kuan-ah? Ho la. Ah Mah ka lu kong, ma chai Ah Mah cho ee. Kio lu lang lai Ah Mah eh chu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, like that-ah? Nevermind. Ah Mah tell u, tomorrow Ah Mah is making tang yuan. Ah Mah wants you all to come to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, aa neh kuan-ah? Wa mui wa eh mak seng. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, like that-ah? I'll ask my mum first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; Wa ua ten ua liao. Loo kio loo eh mak pak ten ua hor Ah Mah. Loo lai asi bo lai pun ai pak ten ua hor Ah Mah cai. Ah Mah kior lu eh Ah Chek hor loo wa eh xin ten ua. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I changed my number already. Ask your mum to call me. Whether you come or not still must call me to confirm. Ah Mah will ask your Ah Chek to tell you my new number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your truly:&lt;/span&gt; While scrambling for a pen and paper. Ho. Ah Mah, tan chi eh-ah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok. Ah Mah, please wait for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hello, Helen. Wa lang eh xin ten ua si **********. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, Helen. Our new number is **********.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While hoping and praying that the number written down is translated correctly.&lt;/span&gt; Si **********. Tio-oh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's **********. Correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chek:&lt;/span&gt; Tio. Ah Mah ai ka lu kong ua. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Correct. Ah Mah wants to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; Aa neh wa bo mi kia kong liao. Loo kio loo eh mak pak ten ua hor wa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have nothing to say now. Tell your mum to phone me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Ok. Bye-bye. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops, a faux pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Mah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suprisingly.&lt;/span&gt; Bai-bai. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye-bye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Ah Chek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; display: inline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:inherit;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; means uncle. In this case, I was talking to my dad's youngest brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU4CTrRxQHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/PLuOfcdc20s/s1600-h/tangyuan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU4CTrRxQHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/PLuOfcdc20s/s320/tangyuan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282161950010196082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tang Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; go for the lunch as my parents and I were busy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So no pictures available.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, what do you think of my Hokkien?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I improved a lot, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I can have a long conversation with my Ah Mah now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU4DMuICyyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-A-Kk8fqyf0/s1600-h/happy_jumping_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU4DMuICyyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-A-Kk8fqyf0/s320/happy_jumping_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282162930027252514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-3101145545669440325?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3101145545669440325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=3101145545669440325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3101145545669440325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/3101145545669440325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/phone-call.html' title='A Phone Call'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SU31c7pFC-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wI3xAvlHZVQ/s72-c/one-missed-call-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-767816068717941465</id><published>2008-12-19T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:13:07.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Composing Compelling Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seem to have developed a fondness for alliteration these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must be all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt; novels I read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoBp0W2ZFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WbzSsML72rg/s1600-h/Jane+Austen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281035330986075218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 250px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoBp0W2ZFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WbzSsML72rg/s320/Jane+Austen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, going back to the topic today, I have also found out that I can actually compose songs using Apple's GarageBand and they do sound good. According to a few of my friends who enthusiastically heard and reviewed my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/mesmerizing-imac.html"&gt;blogged earlier&lt;/a&gt;, I attended a 3 day course in USM that was organized by Apple. I was taught how to create movies, songs and websites using Mac software. It was really a fun experience using Apple's GarageBand, iMovie, iWeb and others as they are really simple and easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of others who are not so close to me and haven't heard my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; songs yet, they are available for listening. If you wish to download them, feel free to contact me personally and I will send you a copy of the songs with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;composer's love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen and comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late Night Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/FlowPlayerLight.swf" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="ffffff" flashvars="config={&amp;quot;controlBarBackgroundColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x000000&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;loop&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;baseURL&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://www.archive.org/download/&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;showVolumeSlider&amp;quot;:true,&amp;quot;controlBarGloss&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;high&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;playList&amp;quot;:[{&amp;quot;url&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;LateNightJazz/LateNightJazz.mp3&amp;quot;}],&amp;quot;showPlayListButtons&amp;quot;:true,&amp;quot;usePlayOverlay&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;menuItems&amp;quot;:[false,false,false,false,true,true,false],&amp;quot;initialScale&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;scale&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;autoPlay&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;autoBuffering&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;showMenu&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;showMuteVolumeButton&amp;quot;:true,&amp;quot;showFullScreenButton&amp;quot;:false}" width="350" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rojak Club Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/FlowPlayerLight.swf" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="ffffff" flashvars="config={&amp;quot;controlBarBackgroundColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x000000&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;loop&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;baseURL&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://www.archive.org/download/&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;showVolumeSlider&amp;quot;:true,&amp;quot;controlBarGloss&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;high&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;playList&amp;quot;:[{&amp;quot;url&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;RojakClubMix/RojakClubMix.mp3&amp;quot;}],&amp;quot;showPlayListButtons&amp;quot;:true,&amp;quot;usePlayOverlay&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;menuItems&amp;quot;:[false,false,false,false,true,true,false],&amp;quot;initialScale&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;scale&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;autoPlay&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;autoBuffering&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;showMenu&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;showMuteVolumeButton&amp;quot;:true,&amp;quot;showFullScreenButton&amp;quot;:false}" width="350" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for your time and attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're superb, stupendous, stunning! And that's only the S's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're astounding, amazing, astonishing! And that's only the A's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoBqNVbKsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZgXMdOc7QrY/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281035337690983106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 264px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoBqNVbKsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZgXMdOc7QrY/s320/Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you guys so much! Have a heart each!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anymore to add?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmerizing, marvelous, magnificent! Only the M's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital, classic, cool! Only the C's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic, first-rate five stars! Only the F's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizard, wonderful, whiz-bang! Only the W's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick, there's more than enough for everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoGgIaPoHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gRDbLfR6KsI/s1600-h/i+love+music.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281040662128468082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 218px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoGgIaPoHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gRDbLfR6KsI/s320/i+love+music.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And composing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-767816068717941465?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/767816068717941465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=767816068717941465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/767816068717941465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/767816068717941465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/composing-compelling-creations.html' title='Composing Compelling Creations'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUoBp0W2ZFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WbzSsML72rg/s72-c/Jane+Austen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-9083202155464205662</id><published>2008-12-18T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:50:30.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I owe some of you people an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUkWgrpnRSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DKu0Jou2ipI/s1600-h/sorry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUkWgrpnRSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DKu0Jou2ipI/s320/sorry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280776788797506850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to add the English translation to some of the Hokkien phrases in my previous posts. So, I'm really sorry if some of you couldn't understand what I was saying in some of my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I just realized that some of my posts contain lots of phrases and sentences in Hokkien. So, to satisfy everyone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have edited all those posts which contain Hokkien and have put the translations next to the phrases/sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the posts that contain Hokkien and have been edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/ageing-woes.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ageing Woes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-ado-over-jams.html"&gt;Much Ado Over Jams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to have a look at those 2 posts again. If you think you have a better translation, feel free to notify me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From now on, any phrases/sentences in any language but English will be translated for the benefit of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUkZKE4bXNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HETCtqu7XgU/s1600-h/promise+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUkZKE4bXNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HETCtqu7XgU/s320/promise+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280779698968419538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-9083202155464205662?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/9083202155464205662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=9083202155464205662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/9083202155464205662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/9083202155464205662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUkWgrpnRSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DKu0Jou2ipI/s72-c/sorry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6936762771901007591</id><published>2008-12-17T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:37:07.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Just The Way It Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after I did the blog post about my &lt;a href="http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/ageing-woes.html"&gt;pet peeve&lt;/a&gt;, someone has to come up to me to ask, so, your working as a this-and-that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOo_78cMBI/AAAAAAAAARY/WLo27rAzdyQ/s1600-h/sigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOo_78cMBI/AAAAAAAAARY/WLo27rAzdyQ/s320/sigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279249004584775698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, I guess, this people do not know me, so I have nothing against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They probably don't even read my blog anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cases in point this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Borders, Queensbay Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUIN2H_G9VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1NzflodUbow/s1600-h/Borders+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUIN2H_G9VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1NzflodUbow/s320/Borders+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278796936739485010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me, miss. You work here right? Can you open this magazine for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm not a worker here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, sorry. I thought you work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was leaning against a bookshelf near the magazine area but I wasn't holding anything. So he must have assumed that I was a worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Evolution Music House, Gurney Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was looking at some guitars while testing them out. I decided to walk about the shop to look for anything that interested me. So I went to look at the music books on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOpTPBhcWI/AAAAAAAAARg/ATWGyXW_0Vg/s1600-h/Best+selling+music+books.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOpTPBhcWI/AAAAAAAAARg/ATWGyXW_0Vg/s320/Best+selling+music+books.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279249336123879778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worker:&lt;/span&gt; You play the guitar and piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker:&lt;/span&gt; Are you a piano teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your truly:&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm just a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worker:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, really? Sorry. You looked so much like a piano teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not a piano teacher nor any kind of music or non-music teacher&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So, please don't come to me for lessons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't teach. I learn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when will these people get it that I'm only a 14 year old student who studies and does not work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, they just never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUIN2SzDzOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-6YAgz3v5qY/s1600-h/sad_girl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUIN2SzDzOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-6YAgz3v5qY/s320/sad_girl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278796939641736418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6936762771901007591?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6936762771901007591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6936762771901007591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6936762771901007591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6936762771901007591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-way-it-goes.html' title='Just The Way It Goes'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOo_78cMBI/AAAAAAAAARY/WLo27rAzdyQ/s72-c/sigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-2330814181023410212</id><published>2008-12-16T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:50:36.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Miraku Restaurant, G Hotel</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I just had an absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt; Japanese dinner in the Miraku Restaurant in G Hotel. It was perfect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(partially because someone treated me to dinner)&lt;/span&gt; and also because the food was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;value-for-money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwZJ_DmrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xwg-m7xZBbs/s1600-h/g-hotel-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwZJ_DmrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xwg-m7xZBbs/s320/g-hotel-01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031190617922226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwaMiQa3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/hk-QCqQTmZE/s1600-h/g-hotel+lobby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwaMiQa3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/hk-QCqQTmZE/s320/g-hotel+lobby2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031208482302834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (me mum and I) had helped a few friends to choose a proper guitar as they wanted to start classes. So after shopping for 2 hours in Evolution Music House in Gurney Plaza for that perfect guitar and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening to many horrid ones in the process&lt;/span&gt;, my mum's friend finally found a guitar which she liked, sounded good and was within her budget. Furthermore, the shop gave a lot of discounts as she bought a guitar tuner, guitar stand, guitar book and a guitar book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shopping, my mum's friend decided to treat us at a Japanese restaurant in G Hotel as it was very convenient. Besides that, her children and sister who tagged along enjoyed eating Japanese food. So, we walked over to G Hotel and went up to the Japanese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwaJblInI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oX3pQiTi1RA/s1600-h/g-hotel-miraku.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwaJblInI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oX3pQiTi1RA/s320/g-hotel-miraku.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031207648993906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tastefully decorated, but very confusing as I could not see the way in easily. It was like a mini maze and I had to follow the waitress in. Then, we started ordering and the food came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The portion served in Miraku is very big, so be very careful when ordering unless you are a big eater. The appetizer was served with salad and a little cold meat. Then, the main course came. As I had ordered the sushi set, I was very shocked as the portion was very large and there were many types of food in the set. It looked so much better than the pictures provided in the menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: The following pictures are taken from various websites and blogs as I didn't take my camera there.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwaV8FNRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q2DP8pzsr2k/s1600-h/jap+fd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwaV8FNRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q2DP8pzsr2k/s320/jap+fd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031211006539026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tempura set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwl8im6tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/beCXPl2FRQM/s1600-h/Sushi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwl8im6tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/beCXPl2FRQM/s320/Sushi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031410347240146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soba set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwag_7KgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DNWd5v23INs/s1600-h/salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwag_7KgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DNWd5v23INs/s320/salmon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031213975448066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was heavenly. So tasty and delicious. Although the portion was large, the restaurant allowed us to pack the food that we could not finish and take it home. The waiters and waitresses there were very good and well-trained too. They could remember who ordered what and were very polite. After sitting there and talking for 2 hours from 6pm to 8pm, we decided to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another nice day of shopping and in my case, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;window-shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZx8F4nTgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fFsU9Wyzfpw/s1600-h/xmas-shopping-girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZx8F4nTgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fFsU9Wyzfpw/s320/xmas-shopping-girl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032890324209154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My ideal situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-2330814181023410212?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2330814181023410212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=2330814181023410212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2330814181023410212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/2330814181023410212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/miraku-restaurant-g-hotel.html' title='Miraku Restaurant, G Hotel'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUZwZJ_DmrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xwg-m7xZBbs/s72-c/g-hotel-01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-1811719408987009299</id><published>2008-12-15T10:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:48:03.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Mesmerizing iMac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Apple's iMac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having said that, I've only used it for a few hours so far&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I'm attending a 3 day course on using Apple's Mac. So far, it's quite okay. It doesn't feel like Microsoft's Windows but somehow, using iMac seems like a natural instinct for me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt; or whatever you like, but hey, who knows? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may just have a natural talent for computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see many raised eyebrows now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to the topic, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I don't want to offend others who think they're more superior than me in computers but are actually not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; iMac is a nice computer to use. After hearing the trainer speak of all the benefits of using a Mac, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(won't crash, won't get virus, don't have to reformat, etc)&lt;/span&gt; I actually feel like getting a Mac now, since my computer is already 4 years old and for other reasons as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause knowing me, I tend to have this mindset where I like new things easily but hate them after a long time, something like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;familiarity breeds contempt&lt;/span&gt; kind of attitude. But don't worry, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have that kind of mindset only to certain non-living things and not to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. I don't thing I'll actually get a Mac anyway. Cause my dad who will most probably buy a computer for me is a hardcore fan of Windows. And I'm also afraid that the many applications I use won't be compatible with a Mac computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll see, how I feel after this course, whether it's worth getting a Mac when my Windows is still usable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUXMDrWe01I/AAAAAAAAAUY/XlnPftTZozE/s1600-h/apple-imac-aluminum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUXMDrWe01I/AAAAAAAAAUY/XlnPftTZozE/s320/apple-imac-aluminum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850501710467922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I'm using now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-1811719408987009299?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1811719408987009299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=1811719408987009299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1811719408987009299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1811719408987009299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/mesmerizing-imac.html' title='Mesmerizing iMac'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUXMDrWe01I/AAAAAAAAAUY/XlnPftTZozE/s72-c/apple-imac-aluminum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4486968699697440831</id><published>2008-12-14T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:15:53.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Events'/><title type='text'>Steamboat Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially when eaten with your own family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Sorry, but this post may take a longer time to load. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots of images coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives came down from KL to Penang for a short visit (3 days). And as usual, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for my family&lt;/span&gt;, we went for another big feast. This time, it was a steamboat dinner, suggested by my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just let the pictures tell my story. As they say, a picture paints a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: Not for the gastritis-prone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And do not charge the medical bill to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMZ-OZaI/AAAAAAAAATw/u4rWpILjbXQ/s1600-h/P1130213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMZ-OZaI/AAAAAAAAATw/u4rWpILjbXQ/s320/P1130213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279259114408404386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shop's signboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxcUWhzLI/AAAAAAAAASA/UaJB2R88KQI/s1600-h/P1130177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxcUWhzLI/AAAAAAAAASA/UaJB2R88KQI/s320/P1130177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258288266005682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The exterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxc5ZSUtI/AAAAAAAAASI/r05uHsApIOM/s1600-h/P1130178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxc5ZSUtI/AAAAAAAAASI/r05uHsApIOM/s320/P1130178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258298209686226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxcYXsQYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c2QZiNCLeOY/s1600-h/P1130176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxcYXsQYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c2QZiNCLeOY/s320/P1130176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258289344627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The different kinds of sausages and fish balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxb1sAYOI/AAAAAAAAARo/HI-n0clg0lI/s1600-h/P1130174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxb1sAYOI/AAAAAAAAARo/HI-n0clg0lI/s320/P1130174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258280034590946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx-AcLc4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O4PVCMMD9SI/s1600-h/P1130200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx-AcLc4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O4PVCMMD9SI/s320/P1130200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258867036550018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken and beef. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx_HcytHI/AAAAAAAAATI/M-Fy0E6ccFs/s1600-h/P1130203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx_HcytHI/AAAAAAAAATI/M-Fy0E6ccFs/s320/P1130203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258886098039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken and pork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMA4w53I/AAAAAAAAATo/Tm4Y-omMEmI/s1600-h/P1130208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMA4w53I/AAAAAAAAATo/Tm4Y-omMEmI/s320/P1130208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279259107674613618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyL3fkXnI/AAAAAAAAATg/7P8LdmAFofM/s1600-h/P1130206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyL3fkXnI/AAAAAAAAATg/7P8LdmAFofM/s320/P1130206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279259105153015410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx-pc6CJI/AAAAAAAAATA/lmhq22FDhJY/s1600-h/P1130202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx-pc6CJI/AAAAAAAAATA/lmhq22FDhJY/s320/P1130202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258878045456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marinated fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx_ZIUHLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/p6cB6Liacgc/s1600-h/P1130204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx_ZIUHLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/p6cB6Liacgc/s320/P1130204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258890843987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cockles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx_l8UDhI/AAAAAAAAATY/UJsMw8hgv1k/s1600-h/P1130205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOx_l8UDhI/AAAAAAAAATY/UJsMw8hgv1k/s320/P1130205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258894283312658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marinated fish (different breed and style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxbx2BFNI/AAAAAAAAARw/NguZv9_2vTI/s1600-h/P1130175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxbx2BFNI/AAAAAAAAARw/NguZv9_2vTI/s320/P1130175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258279002838226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-fried food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxwm7e1BI/AAAAAAAAASg/sEu2S1FrCoE/s1600-h/P1130185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxwm7e1BI/AAAAAAAAASg/sEu2S1FrCoE/s320/P1130185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258636850222098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamboat with 2 different types of soup (Normal and Tom Yam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxw0c_yCI/AAAAAAAAASo/X8oVSjGU2m8/s1600-h/P1130188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxw0c_yCI/AAAAAAAAASo/X8oVSjGU2m8/s320/P1130188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258640480454690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbecued food around the steamboat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxwdQIntI/AAAAAAAAASY/60jJYUcPyO0/s1600-h/P1130182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxwdQIntI/AAAAAAAAASY/60jJYUcPyO0/s320/P1130182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258634252492498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The unofficial cooks of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxxAbpKfI/AAAAAAAAASw/FOwjPiCb0EI/s1600-h/P1130190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxxAbpKfI/AAAAAAAAASw/FOwjPiCb0EI/s320/P1130190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258643696003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember what we were saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMZoKtkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HXXz88bHVKs/s1600-h/P1130215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMZoKtkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HXXz88bHVKs/s320/P1130215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279259114315888194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxwKzgQCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3KeDnAEDG-A/s1600-h/P1130181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOxwKzgQCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3KeDnAEDG-A/s320/P1130181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279258629300568098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was good, wasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4486968699697440831?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4486968699697440831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4486968699697440831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4486968699697440831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4486968699697440831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/steamboat-dinner.html' title='Steamboat Dinner'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOyMZ-OZaI/AAAAAAAAATw/u4rWpILjbXQ/s72-c/P1130213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8414228636235182280</id><published>2008-12-13T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:08:28.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Tag, You're It!</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have noticed that I have never done any tags and posted them on my blog. Some of you have tagged me in your posts and may have even wondered why I never bothered answering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYwkKPAgI/AAAAAAAAARA/d6VrQFLYxfM/s1600-h/girl-thinking_id3502081_size480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYwkKPAgI/AAAAAAAAARA/d6VrQFLYxfM/s320/girl-thinking_id3502081_size480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279231148316099074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is this: I detest answering tags as they do not help in enhancing my blog except for adding more posts. Ditto for emailed stories and jokes. Since you already sent those to me and probably everyone on your contact list, why should I post them up? Everyone would have read them by now. I prefer blogging my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYw1a-z8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/NPOcFDkb0ZU/s1600-h/photo-girltyping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYw1a-z8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/NPOcFDkb0ZU/s320/photo-girltyping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279231152949743554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But don't worry, I do not have any problem against people who love to answer tags and tag others. I just do not like to answer tags and tag others. So, you won't see any tags in my blog. Previously, I debated whether I should answer tags and tag others but I felt that I had enough to blog enough to the extent that I would not have to answer a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want to tag me in your blog post, please go ahead. I won't deprive you from the pleasures you get from answering tags and tagging me. But why bother tagging me when you know I don't do tags? Tag some other people you know. At least, you may get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYwjKBxKI/AAAAAAAAARI/FSQJEDimFWQ/s1600-h/i-love-blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYwjKBxKI/AAAAAAAAARI/FSQJEDimFWQ/s320/i-love-blogging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279231148046795938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not answering tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8414228636235182280?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8414228636235182280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8414228636235182280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8414228636235182280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8414228636235182280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUOYwkKPAgI/AAAAAAAAARA/d6VrQFLYxfM/s72-c/girl-thinking_id3502081_size480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-7373371209559331289</id><published>2008-12-12T14:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:14:40.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Mathematical Magic</title><content type='html'>I just found out that Additional (Add.) Maths is quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;challenging and confusing&lt;/span&gt;. Well, at least certain topics, for example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chapter 1 which is Functions&lt;/span&gt;. But then, there are some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;relatively easier ones&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quadratic Functions and Equations and Simultaneous Equations&lt;/span&gt;.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaqJAypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JPTYa7Ts1uk/s1600-h/quadratic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaqJAypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JPTYa7Ts1uk/s320/quadratic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278794265848236690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quadratic Equations&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILas5abAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Y3ALYgMXXtw/s1600-h/simultaneous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILas5abAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Y3ALYgMXXtw/s320/simultaneous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278794266588113922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simultaneous Equations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Modern Maths is quite okay, compared to Add. Maths. It's like the Form 3 syllabus, only a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; version of it. And yes, there are Quadratic Expressions and Equations in Modern Maths too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's my favorite topic and one of the easiest for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I spent a whole year learning how to factorize and expand thanks to Kumon, which I stopped&lt;/span&gt;. I really couldn't cope with Kumon and I had less time to finish my paper. But still, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never regretted&lt;/span&gt; stopping Kumon and taking Maths tuition because the lessons at my Maths tuition are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more structured and easier&lt;/span&gt; to understand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaPWbAYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZdpkwoM4ZHo/s1600-h/kumon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaPWbAYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZdpkwoM4ZHo/s320/kumon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278794258656723330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you would ask me, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I prefer Modern Maths&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now&lt;/span&gt;. Add. Maths is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tad&lt;/span&gt; harder than Modern Maths. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ut that doesn't mean I won't take Add. Maths when I'm 16 cause I think I should be okay in that subject in a few months time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the record, I'm only 14 but taking Add. Maths and Modern Maths.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being kiasu as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think having the background in these 2 subjects will really help in my Form 3. And as I already skipped a year because I started the 2 subjects a year earlier, I can begin to start doing test papers in the start of Form 5. Just like how I'm doing test papers for my PMR Maths now. I did my Form 3 Maths this year and this is why I'm continuing my Form 4 Maths now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only I could do this for my other subjects, I would be so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream on. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaL2lMZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-uyVfHxyUFE/s1600-h/dreaminggirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaL2lMZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-uyVfHxyUFE/s320/dreaminggirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278794257717866898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-7373371209559331289?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7373371209559331289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=7373371209559331289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7373371209559331289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/7373371209559331289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/mathematical-magic.html' title='Mathematical Magic'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUILaqJAypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JPTYa7Ts1uk/s72-c/quadratic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-1932772371577320905</id><published>2008-12-05T13:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:27:59.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>Much Ado Over Jams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't mean this type of jams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFGXnVlhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xfLeDTMS4eY/s1600-h/Natural_fruit_jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFGXnVlhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xfLeDTMS4eY/s320/Natural_fruit_jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276183676673431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFGRF7E8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/HcHUN4r8PGo/s1600-h/lunch+time+jam+session+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFGRF7E8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/HcHUN4r8PGo/s320/lunch+time+jam+session+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276183674922668994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hypertension causing-sweat inducing-curse uttering&lt;/span&gt; kind of jams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFG2rlhRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kaks3-Q_JTw/s1600-h/Pattern+10-+motorway+l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFG2rlhRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kaks3-Q_JTw/s320/Pattern+10-+motorway+l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276183685012751634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Know what I mean now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't curse&lt;/span&gt;. It's just that some people curse whenever they are in a traffic jam. I really don't see the point, as I get to listen to more music in the car whenever I'm caught in a traffic jam. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then again, I'm not a driver, so I wouldn't really know anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjIKvOTomI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jZFFUek-8Kc/s1600-h/angry_commuter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjIKvOTomI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jZFFUek-8Kc/s320/angry_commuter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276187050265256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I noticed that there were more cars than usual in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. Probably due to the holiday season. Whenever I go out now, there are so many cars that I have to leave earlier to avoid being late. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or my parents will be having a discussion of their own in front in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt; as to which way is the fastest to their destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rudimentary&lt;/span&gt; grasp of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;, I managed to understand and pick up a few terms and conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Examples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iong&lt;/span&gt; chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kuai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Use this way. It's faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mai la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jelutong&lt;/span&gt; highway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kuai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Don't want. Jelutong highway is faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jelutong&lt;/span&gt; highway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; lay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; bridge chin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt; kin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; bridge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tok&lt;/span&gt; jam eh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Iong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Greenlane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Jelutong highway is very near to the Penang bridge. The Penang bridge sure jam. It's better to use Greenlane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt; chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Loo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt; jam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I already turned in here. You see, it's not jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sit behind and feign ignorance while listening to the radio. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's nice, especially when you have a remote control to switch channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's just a blessing in disguise that I cannot drive yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or I just may end up crazy due to the traffic jams and rude drivers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFG8poIQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/c-BRBLRqvY8/s1600-h/stress-and-ayurveda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFG8poIQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/c-BRBLRqvY8/s320/stress-and-ayurveda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276183686615146754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Aaaarrrrgggghhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-1932772371577320905?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1932772371577320905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=1932772371577320905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1932772371577320905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/1932772371577320905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-ado-over-jams.html' title='Much Ado Over Jams'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STjFGXnVlhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xfLeDTMS4eY/s72-c/Natural_fruit_jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-4976859520949763342</id><published>2008-12-02T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:37:47.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Procrastination has always been a part of me ever since a long time ago. During the exams, it had improved and I actually did a schedule and stuck to it. However, since the holidays, I have been letting my guard down again. Which let to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday evening, I have what I like to term the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double killer&lt;/span&gt; - a double music lesson of piano and violin. One that always fills me with dread when I do not practice, especially when I was busy or simply just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plain lazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVT_s6k-AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LGVcSlBkNmk/s1600-h/6a00d8341c4ec253ef00e54f0d972c8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVT_s6k-AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LGVcSlBkNmk/s320/6a00d8341c4ec253ef00e54f0d972c8833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275214892388120578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week so happened to be those weeks where I would just laze around, doing nothing, sitting in front of the computer or reading storybooks instead of diligently practicing the piano. Yes, I did practice a little of course, as totally not practicing would have meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;committing instant suicide&lt;/span&gt;. But it was those practices where I would just have a one time go at all of my pieces before heading upstairs to sit in front of the computer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it dawned upon me that I had the double killer coming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a day's time&lt;/span&gt;. But I still did not panic and assured myself that there would still be enough time to practice. I lazed around doing nothing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually, not really. I started studying science, history and mathematics for PMR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt; I consoled myself with the fact that there would be a full day to practice the piano and violin tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow soon came. Although I woke up at 11 am, I still took my time to bathe before sauntering downstairs for my lunch. Then, I decided to go online for a while before I started my practice session. As the hours ticked by, my heart sank as I knew I had to finally start practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself downstairs and opened the piano. As I practiced, I become more and more worried as I could not really play the pieces properly. My teacher even wanted me to play with the metronome and I knew that I would struggle during my class later. It was 2 pm, and I still had another 4 hours or so before my class started. I decided to take a break and play the guitar for a while before resuming my piano playing. After half and hour, I made up my mind to play again. I played the pieces over again, trying to master them immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly, the phone rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVUATvfANI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KTiLhSQNBsY/s1600-h/ar119653771685155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVUATvfANI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KTiLhSQNBsY/s320/ar119653771685155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275214902810575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I practically jumped up and ran to answer the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my music teacher calling. She had a few things that she had to settle so she had to cancel the class today. But she would replace the lesson on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Never have I been so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVUAux82zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HKobFLHVGAo/s1600-h/girl-jump.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVUAux82zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HKobFLHVGAo/s320/girl-jump.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275214910068677426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I immediately closed the piano and headed upstairs to on the computer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I didn't even practice the violin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I'll have to pay the price next week. As I will be going to Perak for 4 days from Monday to Thursday, I canceled my music lessons and replaced them on Friday instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I doubt I'll even have the time to practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, the moral of the story is that procrastination pays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-4976859520949763342?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4976859520949763342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=4976859520949763342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4976859520949763342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/4976859520949763342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/STVT_s6k-AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LGVcSlBkNmk/s72-c/6a00d8341c4ec253ef00e54f0d972c8833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-6034833406264472805</id><published>2008-11-29T21:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:37:09.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Ageing Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please bear with me as there are many dialogues and no pictures in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is the umpteenth time that it has happened, I have to do something&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (blog)&lt;/span&gt; in order to clarify this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I am 14 years old this year and will be turning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand why so many people ask me so many illogical&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (in my opinion)&lt;/span&gt; questions about my age and make the most hilarious statements when they find out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: All names have been changed to protect the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-so-guilty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the clinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(While injecting me)&lt;/span&gt; So what college are you in now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(While cringing in pain from the jab)&lt;/span&gt; I'm only in secondary school-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, really? So what college are you going to after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly&lt;/span&gt;: Umm...I haven't thought about that. Cause I'm only 14 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Really? I thought you are in Form 5 or 6 already! OK. You can go now. Come back in 2 months time for the second dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. O* :&lt;/span&gt; Hello, I'm Mr. O. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Hi uncle. I'm Helen, from the youth group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr O:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, so you go to the youth? My son goes there too! His name is J*. You know-ah, the one that plays the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I know J. But I don't see him in youth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr O:&lt;/span&gt; He's in KL now. He's actually studying in M* University. What about you? What university are you in now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; Err...I'm only 14 years old-lah uncle. Still studying in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr O:&lt;/span&gt; Really-ah? Sorry. You look so matured I thought you are already in university!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiter:&lt;/span&gt; (In Hokkien) Tan ji eh-ah, miss. Loo eh bee-hoon ai ho liao. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait for a while, miss. Your bee-hoon is almost ready&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly: &lt;/span&gt;(Smiles and nods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiter:&lt;/span&gt; So, loo tua ta lok cho kang? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, where are you working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly:&lt;/span&gt; (Still smiling while trying not to panic) Wa bo cho kang. Wa ba lu chap si hui nia. I'm not working. I'm only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 14 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank goodness my bee-hoon was ready after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are more than these but those are to a lesser extent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luckily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to all those that have read this, please stop asking me which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;college/university/factory&lt;/span&gt; I'm in. It's hilarious watching your expression once you know the truth but it gets irritating when too many people do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So please stop it, will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's for your own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And also mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-6034833406264472805?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6034833406264472805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=6034833406264472805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6034833406264472805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/6034833406264472805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/ageing-woes.html' title='Ageing Woes'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8570896428935268936</id><published>2008-11-24T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:36:55.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia! Mania and Kiasuism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hokkien's improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to regular studying of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSpJj0u-qgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1pJtr7x2sIE/s1600-h/bk_hokkien3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSpJj0u-qgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1pJtr7x2sIE/s320/bk_hokkien3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272107193590524418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Hokkien lifesaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Malaysians, especially Penangnites are all Kiasus in everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grins apologetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today realizing that my trip to KL to watch Mamma Mia the Musical was in a month's time. And that I had forgotten to read about Abba and watch the movie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause on the last day of school, our music teacher called a meeting to brief us about the trip. Apparently, she had organized some quizzes and games on the 2 buses which were gonna fetch us to KL. She asked us to watch the movie, listen to the songs and read up on the history of ABBA in preparation of the quizzes and games. Moreover, she had purchased 2 copies of the Mamma Mia! The Movie Soundtrack as prizes for the student with the best score on the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSpJjV4xKAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_-IzhhvBVoc/s1600-h/mamma-mia-the-movie-soundtrack-cover_072908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSpJjV4xKAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_-IzhhvBVoc/s320/mamma-mia-the-movie-soundtrack-cover_072908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272107185310083074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that person is going to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who else can it go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fat chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I'm reading about Abba now on Wikipedia. And listening to the songs on my computer. Watching the movie again on DVD. In hopes of getting the soundtrack for free. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I mention it's original?&lt;/span&gt; That's why the kiasuism streak in me is turning darker. At least that kinda proves that I'm a Penangnite &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;deep deep deep&lt;/span&gt; down. You have to dig really deep to find the Penangnite in me cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my Hokkien is at elementary level, I loath durians and I avoid hawker food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the kiasu side of me still shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, especially in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;times like this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm proud to be a Penangnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I still want the soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Being kiasu again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it really proves to be a good quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not all the time, though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8570896428935268936?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8570896428935268936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8570896428935268936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8570896428935268936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8570896428935268936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/mamma-mia-mania-and-kiasuism.html' title='Mamma Mia! Mania and Kiasuism'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSpJj0u-qgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1pJtr7x2sIE/s72-c/bk_hokkien3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-8577016476793845719</id><published>2008-11-17T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:57:39.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Of Gamelans, Caklempongs and...Rabbit Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know most of you must be wondering about the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has Helen lost her mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabbit meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But they're so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rolls eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of the Gamelan and Caklempong music camp in school. It was conducted by a Mr Ronald from Malacca. FYI, this is how a gamelan and caklempong set looks like.&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/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSGV2pqxCHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9WAzhlBYj-8/s1600-h/gamalan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSGV2pqxCHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9WAzhlBYj-8/s320/gamalan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657805130893426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gamelan set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSGV2eNQgwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kGmN0dXfLuM/s1600-h/Tingkah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSGV2eNQgwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kGmN0dXfLuM/s320/Tingkah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657802054337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caklempong set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I sat at the Saron Pekin and we managed to learn a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grand total&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 song&lt;/span&gt;. It was Latin Gold, a medley of 3 Latin songs. The sessions were fun as there were many breaks in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enter rabbit meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might know, my Hokkien isn't good. I can barely speak, only understanding certain phrases and words here and there. And when I speak, I sound like an Ang Moh (white man) Yay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! I do know how to speak Hokkien after all!&lt;/span&gt; speaking Hokkien for the first time. Ask any of my friends. They (especially Sher Maine) will burst into hysterics whenever I speak in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the numerous breaks we had, we were talking about monkeys as Mr Ronald had earlier compared the F4 students in his school to monkeys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a nice compliment&lt;/span&gt;. Then Janice asked Sher Maine the Hokkien word for monkey. Apparently, it was Kau. We thought that it was dog, but then Sher Maine explained that there were many pronunciations for each word. She then started to recite the Chinese Zodiac in Hokkien and began to teach us to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It Chu, Jee Gu, Sar Hor, See Thor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's all I remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I immediately asked Sher Maine to explain the meaning of all the animals. It was : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One rat, two ox, three tiger, four rabbit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I exclaimed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Wa suka chiak thor bak!"&lt;/span&gt; which earned me nasty stares from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a long history behind this. I have eaten many things, some disgusting and some cute which are revolting to my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in their opinion&lt;/span&gt;. Those are turtles (China), rabbits, ostriches, deer, frogs, snail and many more. Therefore, Sher Maine calls me a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as I have eaten turtles which are the cousins of her pets (tortoises). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you? I thought you were my friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do? I have eaten all those animals and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I do admit that they actually taste good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say all you want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Nag me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call PETA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I don't think I'll be eating those in the future unless you decide to treat me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll happily take a few dishes of each. And mind you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can eat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still have an appetite to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368202763190547116-8577016476793845719?l=helenthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8577016476793845719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368202763190547116&amp;postID=8577016476793845719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8577016476793845719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368202763190547116/posts/default/8577016476793845719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-gamelan-caklempongs-andrabbit-meat.html' title='Of Gamelans, Caklempongs and...Rabbit Meat'/><author><name>Helen T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12220713243830565514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SUUajZOUGJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xVbZRsp51VU/S220/P1130181+copy+blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_fZL58WmHg/SSGV2pqxCHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9WAzhlBYj-8/s72-c/gamalan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368202763190547116.post-1746854794553607164</id><published>2008-11-14T18:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:41:47.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been blogging for quite a while, so I decided to do a post before I get forgotten. Today's finally the last day of school, a day which I have been anticipating for a long time. Many things have happened in school throughout the year. Some happy, some sad, some normal, some out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lately, school life seems to be so mundane and boring. Therefore, I was actually very happy that today was the last day of school. I wanted to skip school but there was always something that would crop out at the eleventh hour and I had to go to school to solve it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prefect application, results slip, excuse letters, permission forms, prefect duties etc.&lt;/span&gt; If it had not been for all that, I would have been enjoying my self-declared holidays from the 
