<?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-6565794169092913679</id><updated>2012-01-09T14:03:24.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in deep thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>let the brain do the work</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3565898872638998121</id><published>2011-02-07T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:30:18.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Disorder</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna go back!!! I don't wanna go back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of food, tit-bits, mandarin oranges, pretty cloths and fireworks resulted a temporary memory loss. As if I was in a different world, like Neverland, all my problems gone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Chinese New Year. In fact, never it has been this good! Eating all the time, watching drama series and sleeping forever plus occasional parties....every one's ideal kinda life...just being useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory Disorder-&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/news/stress-related-disorders-affect-brains-proc/393766/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;People suffering from high level of depression and other stress related disorders, traumatic memories are a source of anxiety as they affect brain's processing of memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way enjoying my holidays, I totally left all my current responsibility behind my head. It's like those chaotic problem don't exist in my life. Totally forgot about them until someone reminded me about it. Only then I realized that I'll be going back to a whole pile of trash.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone forget stuffs occasionally. But memory blanks are by choice. The brain chooses to forget about it. If severe, permanent memory loss happens. Usually, our mind chooses not to remember bad things or unhappy occasions (traumatic) . Stress is the main cause of recall disabilities in young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young and suffering from temporary memory loss..&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was a more permanent one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3565898872638998121?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3565898872638998121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3565898872638998121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3565898872638998121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3565898872638998121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2011/02/memory-disorder.html' title='Memory Disorder'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1649749865652860028</id><published>2011-01-23T08:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:06:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership: Taking Control of Life</title><content type='html'>MCQ&lt;br /&gt;Q1. The first thing you do when you get up every morning is&lt;br /&gt;a) Turn on the computer&lt;br /&gt;b) Check on your phone for missed calls or messages&lt;br /&gt;c) Look for food&lt;br /&gt;d) Brush you teeth&lt;br /&gt;e) all of the above...depends on my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership  is a process whereby an individual influences a group of individuals to achieve a common goal. (Northouse 2007 p3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these you common dilemma?&lt;br /&gt;1. What time should I get up tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;2. Should I attend the 8am class tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;3. Or, should I go for the 6pm class later...&lt;br /&gt;4. Computer games or assignments or tutorials or computer games...&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping or shopping or church or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena, how can I be a leader just like you?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you the one that tell me this all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We measure a good leader by the number of follower, amount of boldness to voice out an opinion and the number of successive idea buyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a leader.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that being able to achieve big is the major traits of a leader. That's not true. When you can do things by logical evaluation rather than according to mood, then you are in control. Just do it. Even when you're angry, sad, emo or sick. Do whatever you can until the point of dying..then only stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let others influence your decisions. The rain is not a good excuse when you're late for classes or work. So for not being able to get up in the morning. It doesn't tell the lecturer how smart you are, it only shows that you're irresponsible and lame. Also, dun allow your friend to entice you into breakfast, lunch, dinner or computer games that will stop you from doing what you've intended to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us often feel that we have little control of life by blaming on the faintest idea we had of our destiny. A good leader is someone that can decide for themselves, and carry out what they have set and turn it into habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take control of the little things in your life, then you can take control of huge things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good life, be a good influence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1649749865652860028?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1649749865652860028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1649749865652860028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1649749865652860028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1649749865652860028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2011/01/leadership-taking-control-of-life.html' title='Leadership: Taking Control of Life'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3272628721330170855</id><published>2010-11-19T18:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:21:56.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage doesn’t mean that there’s no fear</title><content type='html'>Whenever I shared some of my mischievous adventure in my adolescent hood, I often receive eye-popping, jaw-drop expression from my audience. They consider me bold. Well, I’m not going to tell you about what are the things that interest my listeners, but I’ll share on something else. (If curious, please refer to subject title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken a ride on a roller coaster, solero shot or tried bungee jumping? Or should I ask, do you dare? Some people, no doubt, have the kind of boldness that loves to engage in dangerous games or activities. Take me for instance; I have no qualms of speaking in public. No amount of fear can creep into my list of emotions that is already overwhelmed by excitement and joy. That is boldness. Boldness is &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/boldness"&gt;the trait of being willing to undertake things that involve risk or danger&lt;/a&gt;. Public speaking is not dangerous, but is threatening. Threatens one’s image!! LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, there are others that made that choice to conquer the fear in them and courageously take the ride on that roller coaster. Maybe the outcome might cause the person to never ride on it again. But at least he tried!! Courage is &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/courage"&gt;the state or quality of mind or spirit that enables one to face danger, fear, or vicissitudes with self-possession, confidence, and resolution&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated in a school test? Often than not, we would easily stir courage into treacherous events that sometimes risking our future or betting our lives. However, when did we ever take courage to respond to our conscience??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Have you ever been invited to do something that is opposing your principles and values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you follow others without much thought because majority are doing it?&lt;br /&gt;2. Or did you accept such invitations out of obligation to maintain a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you keep quiet and smile as you decline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the primary causation to all of the above reactions. Hey!! Just be courageous be adherence to moral principles. Do what is intended and say what you mean. Integrity is the best policy to success. Stand firm and say no when invited to share answers in the next test. Courageously speak up when you see others involving in unethical businesses. Tell them the of the principles of your believe and values, explain the consequences and encourage them to return from their wicked ways!! (Hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bold in alot of things, but not always courageous in putting things right.&lt;br /&gt;Courage doesn’t mean that there is no fear. We have to overcome that fear courageously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3272628721330170855?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3272628721330170855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3272628721330170855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3272628721330170855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3272628721330170855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/11/courage-doesnt-mean-that-theres-no-fear.html' title='Courage doesn’t mean that there’s no fear'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7359025400379826650</id><published>2010-07-08T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T03:46:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling back</title><content type='html'>I'm really enjoying my campus life. Finally, I smiled to the day's end. While closing my day and preparing for tomorrow's lab, I reflect on things that happened in the past few weeks and I smiled at those foolish things I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTAR is worthwhile after all. I'm confident that, if I ever set foot on these grounds again after i graduate, I would be smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that its a waste that only one more year left. Too late to enjoy each others' company. So sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love campus life ^^ Let's continue to make it happening and enjoyable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7359025400379826650?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7359025400379826650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7359025400379826650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7359025400379826650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7359025400379826650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/07/smiling-back.html' title='smiling back'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8360675298359539251</id><published>2010-06-03T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T04:14:53.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenna Chua Tze Yin</title><content type='html'>My Lui Lui~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa6ZEAuwXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/m2rOqSAFCb4/s1600/Kenna4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa6ZEAuwXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/m2rOqSAFCb4/s320/Kenna4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478270936479089010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a red lobster...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very big la, very small only..about 5cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa52Nh_v_I/AAAAAAAAAmw/532BJA8FcFA/s1600/Picture+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa52Nh_v_I/AAAAAAAAAmw/532BJA8FcFA/s320/Picture+637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478270337739112434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa6UkctjHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bhm9hXO0zyI/s1600/Kenna2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa6UkctjHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bhm9hXO0zyI/s320/Kenna2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478270859287039090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenna means red and fiery.. Very fierce leh. Each time I touch it, it will show it's kem kem (Crusher Claw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I know it's a female??  I dunno, wait till it we see eggs la~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8360675298359539251?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8360675298359539251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8360675298359539251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8360675298359539251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8360675298359539251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/06/kenna-chua-tze-yin.html' title='Kenna Chua Tze Yin'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/TAa6ZEAuwXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/m2rOqSAFCb4/s72-c/Kenna4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2494437914978489146</id><published>2010-05-27T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:33:52.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Chem</title><content type='html'>My food chem lecturer very cute. Remember i told you about the lab lecturer that got angry because i left the lab without permission?? that's her. Met her today to get next sem's notes. Then she flipped through the notes and came across a 3 pages  notes which she xerox from a text book and she say we need to memorize all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally, I said "wow, this is so crazy. that's alot to memorize leh. "&lt;br /&gt;Then she said " sometimes a little bit of crazy is good you know??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bz already. Can't imagine how's my life when the semester starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-2494437914978489146?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2494437914978489146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2494437914978489146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2494437914978489146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2494437914978489146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-chem.html' title='Food Chem'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-856191077811803745</id><published>2010-05-26T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:22:24.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Debak, Betong, Sarawak</title><content type='html'>When I typed out those 6 words, images are flashing across my mind. I don't know where to start and don't know what to leave out. So I'll let you ask if you really wanna know about the trip. I might gather something and tell u a great story before the weight in my heart causes me to be teary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because He blesses me&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because I can bless you with what He blessed me&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because He blesses you too&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because you bless others with what He blessed you&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because I'm one of the others you blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-856191077811803745?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/856191077811803745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=856191077811803745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/856191077811803745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/856191077811803745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-trip-to-debak-betong-sarawak.html' title='My trip to Debak, Betong, Sarawak'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7352171588476018314</id><published>2010-05-17T12:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:31:41.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onion head</title><content type='html'>Holiday liao ah?? hehe..had a slow ride to campus today, what a cool morning. So many people there preparing to go for community service(wei soon~~~were u there too?? or back at home curi tulang-ing??). I also going for CS..but commissioned by God. Leaving for Kuching tmrw at 1.50pm from LCCT with NO delay. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S_DEhdWz4aI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rKGVVV4gliQ/s1600/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S_DEhdWz4aI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rKGVVV4gliQ/s320/DSC02076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472089626350182818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my onion head. They say when the shoot started growing, then cannot eat liao ma, so i let it grow..Who say planting need suitable soil?? If dun have good soil, get a suitable plant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try plant cucumber next time. How long does it take to bear fruit ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7352171588476018314?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7352171588476018314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7352171588476018314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7352171588476018314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7352171588476018314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/onion-head.html' title='onion head'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S_DEhdWz4aI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rKGVVV4gliQ/s72-c/DSC02076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-469742919166507080</id><published>2010-05-13T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:44:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banana also cannot use</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjTj7kxfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9Qo4nSIEarg/s1600/DSC02067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjTj7kxfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9Qo4nSIEarg/s320/DSC02067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470716097573733874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this today at Block B.. "motor"bike leh..can see the peddle? Heard that it cost abt 1K. Better buy a good mountain bike with that money..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjU3KOlJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0zfGvIyRCZA/s1600/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjU3KOlJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0zfGvIyRCZA/s320/DSC02071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470716119915336850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brand. POWER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjUlb8JII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Krb17uEnhhE/s1600/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjUlb8JII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Krb17uEnhhE/s320/DSC02070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470716115157787778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite good leh, got build in hon, light and signal light summore..cool la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjUMS3TlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4f0K5rcK_Tc/s1600/DSC02069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjUMS3TlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4f0K5rcK_Tc/s320/DSC02069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470716108408835666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but y all mandarin one?? Banana also cannot buy loh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjT4I5bUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tTFW8wwzwsc/s1600/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjT4I5bUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tTFW8wwzwsc/s320/DSC02068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470716102998322498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The max speed is 60 only..hahaha..quite fast leh. Can go ipoh in about 2 hrs. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it is fuel on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjnd74HzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ReSp-4q7vN0/s1600/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjnd74HzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ReSp-4q7vN0/s320/DSC02073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470716439561772850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa~~~brands!! nola, it runs on electric. jz saw this in the front basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy? 1K only leh..&lt;br /&gt;Got alarm also. Cz i park my bike (w/o motor) next to it, then my super huge bum(dunno is it my bumbum too big or the bike too big) terknock it then it started singing. I walked away.haha What could i do?? pull out the wires? Anyway, it stopped before i stepped into Block A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-469742919166507080?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/469742919166507080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=469742919166507080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/469742919166507080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/469742919166507080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/banana-also-cannot-use.html' title='banana also cannot use'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S-vjTj7kxfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9Qo4nSIEarg/s72-c/DSC02067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-648606331186703468</id><published>2010-05-06T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:01:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stinky cake</title><content type='html'>Before the bowl of eggs were poured into the waste, he held back. "What a waste" he thought.  But if he goes on the bake, the cake would stink!! Stinks like 臭豆腐. "It wouldn't cause any harm by consuming it. How then can i remove the smell??" He look at that bowl of eggs and covered his nose and shook his head" Ohh, that smell...disgusting!!". So he called up his 'si fu' (teacher) and ask for guidance. "Add some white vinegar!!" Si Fu said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he added some white vinegar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast was great, the party was happening and the cake was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chef accomplish his mission, the master got his cake and the guests marveled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A computer output without any input and processing is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;An action or comment without consideration is moronic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-648606331186703468?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/648606331186703468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=648606331186703468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/648606331186703468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/648606331186703468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/stinky-cake.html' title='stinky cake'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3080373738644656212</id><published>2010-05-04T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:37:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chichibabin reaction</title><content type='html'>After sitting one stupid paper, I'm in the slacking mode...haha&lt;br /&gt;So i facebooked. hahahahah I facebook man!! Then I found out that fb has default security that privatize all the personal information. Cz I tot everyone can see everything since i didn't change the degree of security...so i was wondering why some weird ppl still wanna add me when they can see everything...rupa-rupanya they cant, hah...So now i tighten the security liao, cz got ppl abusing the cyberspace. U see, I don't really like it when ppl intruding my private life. Those pictures over there are for friends to see only. Not to circulate as jokes. That's y I stop faceboking. Cz everything I said, I did and I do, the whole world will start to know. Really lor, those are for freinds only. If u're my friend then u hv the privilege to peep into a lil of my life. Others don't get to see bcz they are not my friend. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ah, i also found out that i can delete msn contacts...hahahaha. deleted 50% of my contacts..lolz..if u're reading this blogpost, and u're are a friend of mine in my facebook, then most probably u're still in my msn contact list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tot that the title sounds very funny..很搞笑&lt;br /&gt;chichibabin reaction is in chapter 1 pg 42 slide 4 organic chem(that's if u're having the same notes as mine...otherwise im not sure what u're having...lol)&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why m i still at this chapter.... hee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit high ah today..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3080373738644656212?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3080373738644656212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3080373738644656212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3080373738644656212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3080373738644656212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/chichibabin-reaction.html' title='chichibabin reaction'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7326972221499836786</id><published>2010-05-03T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:06:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of place</title><content type='html'>Met a few indian girlfriends to discuss about pass year paper. As I was justifying my answers, girl K ask girl S for clarification. I paused to let them digest. Then they started speaking in their mother tongue and all I understand was "O, double bond, elimination addition". As they were yepping away, suddenly girl S look at me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"right??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stare at her and shook my head saying "I dunno what r y'all talking about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how they feel when we start mandrinize the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7326972221499836786?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7326972221499836786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7326972221499836786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7326972221499836786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7326972221499836786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-of-place.html' title='out of place'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5035854915724229287</id><published>2010-05-02T21:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:39:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smells good!!</title><content type='html'>I boiled soup for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was checking on the soup, I heard someone walking up the stairs. Suddenly, a female voice said&lt;br /&gt;很香哦！很香哦！(Smells good！Smells good!!) as she walks towards the house opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Another voice from inside that house said&lt;br /&gt;我还没开始煮。。。( I haven't started cooking yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5035854915724229287?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5035854915724229287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5035854915724229287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5035854915724229287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5035854915724229287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/smells-good.html' title='smells good!!'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1426487018359532789</id><published>2010-05-02T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:43:54.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>Everything and everyone has a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, know its boundary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1426487018359532789?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1426487018359532789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1426487018359532789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1426487018359532789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1426487018359532789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='!!!!'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6543142906345797190</id><published>2010-04-29T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:22:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotten egg</title><content type='html'>There's a feast for the grand ballroom as the master is on his way home from a business trip. The chef is about to create a marvelous cake for the occasion. This cake require 60 eggs. The chef hand picked all the eggs from the chicken farm and took it to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one he broke the eggs into a huge beater bowl. All beautiful yellow. As he crack the 60th egg, a bad smell plonked in into the rest of the eggs in the mixer bowl. The chef went "arghh...That's a bad egg!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the chef do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were the right hand man to your master, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scoop the bad egg out? But would you eat it after the cake is done?(I know of someone that would eat a half rotten pear..i guess he would eat the cake too..teehee)&lt;br /&gt;2. Throw all the eggs away? but there were 59 good eggs. Definitely it can cover that one bad egg. Aww.. c'mone..only 1 bad egg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw the eggs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eggs are doomed due to one rotten egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cake for the master...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6543142906345797190?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6543142906345797190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6543142906345797190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6543142906345797190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6543142906345797190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/rotten-egg.html' title='rotten egg'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6584818741528900033</id><published>2010-04-26T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:31:18.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>list down: buy milo tomorrow</title><content type='html'>A can of Milo handled like gold, the young girl was astonished to find it hitting the bottom!! So she went out to search for the culprit who stole her Milo. Along the edge of the can she met Mr Ant, and ask: "Mr Ant, did you take my milo?? Because I found it half gone!!". Mr Ant replied:"No my dear. If I were to take your Milo, it would have taken me years to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6584818741528900033?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6584818741528900033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6584818741528900033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6584818741528900033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6584818741528900033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/list-down-buy-milo-tomorrow.html' title='list down: buy milo tomorrow'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4651058642584615859</id><published>2010-04-25T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:56:10.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black black</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Kampar ran out of electricity. The whole Kampar. The town was short of electric while i was bathing...damn cold. I bathe up and got out quickly. Then, rained a medium shower and stopped. I tried to catch the light to study and finally gave up cz my head is spinning for stressing my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go Tesco thinking that it should have a generator for this kinda emergency. Grabbed my wind breaker, notes and off with many other, rushing with kia su-ness. Even the highway was decorated with glitterings from head lights and break lights of vehicles. Everyone in Kampar is jamming into Tesco like sardines. It feels like I'm in one of those "the end of the day" kinda movie. There is this huge, dark rain cloud above us and everyone is cramming into a building hoping to survive the calamity that determine the fate of mankind. And the building was Tesco!! But unfortunately, Tesco was on low power and there's no air cond. Stuffy~~ (* but the cakes are almost half price!!) I think Tesco at Kampar's a survivor. Last time it was flood, now is power jam. I wonder how much loss they are facing for the refrigerator looses it's chill every other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a friend and went to get food and study at Old Town kopitiam at Medan Gopeng. Heard that the power came back arnd 8.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4651058642584615859?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4651058642584615859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4651058642584615859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4651058642584615859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4651058642584615859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-black.html' title='black black'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7855157786411948803</id><published>2010-04-24T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:52:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of wild animals</title><content type='html'>My friend came to look for me from westlake. After dinner, we decided to sneak a stroll in UTAR at 8.00pm. We went through Block J, which is the engineering workshop, then Block H..then we saw this "Beware of wild animal" sign at the end. So funny. why would the management wanna build the campus right next to the forest? Why not clear it far enough so that even there are wild animals, it is visible. Can u imagine you park you car/bike/bicycle then the next thing you  know, some bear start playing with it like toy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a forbidden ride on the inner pavement between the lake and the buildings. Those cyclist we used to see them passing during luncheon. That path is so called forbidden la. Still, everyone cycle there, riding their way to the next lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTAR is so beautiful. The campus is very beautiful. I feel very privileged to study here. In the future, after I graduate, when I get a chance to step into UTAR again, will there be a smile on my face? But so far, no precious memory yet. Nvm, I still have 1 more year. I shall make it as fun as possible. Lets explode one of the lab and get into alot of troubles so we get to giggle about it 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐是自己制造的， 不是人家给的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7855157786411948803?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7855157786411948803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7855157786411948803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7855157786411948803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7855157786411948803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/beware-of-wild-animals.html' title='Beware of wild animals'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5188123252181926587</id><published>2010-04-23T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:12:28.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going home</title><content type='html'>I always thought that those people that always go home are weak. YES!! That's what I always think. Go home for what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. waste money&lt;br /&gt;2. waste time&lt;br /&gt;3. you wont be able to study&lt;br /&gt;4. cannot focus on ur responsibility as a student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not independent. Mommy's boy/girl..weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out that i am wrong. As a child, I should go home. To visit my parents, to show them that I'm well and whole. Going home is something i should fulfill as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i miss home. 2nd time i ever miss home...that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm missing home bcz i cant cope with a certain thing and i need someone to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5188123252181926587?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5188123252181926587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5188123252181926587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5188123252181926587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5188123252181926587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-home.html' title='going home'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7889050639906333858</id><published>2010-04-21T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:21:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is shorter day by day</title><content type='html'>Final exam is 10 days away. Utilize your time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, but we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7889050639906333858?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7889050639906333858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7889050639906333858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7889050639906333858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7889050639906333858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-shorter-day-by-day.html' title='Life is shorter day by day'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4904223070319118851</id><published>2010-04-17T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:21:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we talk about sexism</title><content type='html'>Woman are very emotional. I totally agree with that. Female judges things according to their feelings and allows such emotion to direct most of their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with that? &lt;br /&gt;why do we get attack for being emotional?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to be emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys always criticizes us for being too emotional. A baby less than 18 months require the mothers love. That's because the mother is emotional thus she is sensitive enough to meet the need. U needed that once and now you're all grown up and suddenly being emotional is a bad habit? We really feel worthless because we posses such qualities. Because you have turn quality into filthy, disgusting bad habits. We are so emotional liao then u all go attack us emotionally. GG. No wonder we are all emo lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong if we make our decision base on our emotions. Just a different way of evaluating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think guys are egoistic. But we never categorize it under a poor habit. It is what make u man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are emotional. It is a characteristic that marks our identity--female.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4904223070319118851?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4904223070319118851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4904223070319118851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4904223070319118851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4904223070319118851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-we-talk-about-sexism.html' title='when we talk about sexism'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8043238824745628605</id><published>2010-04-16T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:26:09.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoOoOoOoOott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S8nSXdD73jI/AAAAAAAAAko/x50l9LqbI7I/s1600/Fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S8nSXdD73jI/AAAAAAAAAko/x50l9LqbI7I/s320/Fart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461127323543395890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by113w.bay113.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.54.168.249/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d358e2a5a-0365-4d5f-80cc-6210bf0e1324.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3dSW1hZ2UuXzJfMDU3MkI2NjAwNTcyQjQzODAwMDMwODY1NDgyNTc2REEuanBn%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a_2_0572B6600572B43800030865482576DA&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.1.106.211&amp;amp;d=d3687&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_f3e80dbeda569d8d2651a5e94b32705844e8aef495943a139b6a507ef0d46b18"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8043238824745628605?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8043238824745628605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8043238824745628605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8043238824745628605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8043238824745628605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/pooooooooott.html' title='PoOoOoOoOott'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S8nSXdD73jI/AAAAAAAAAko/x50l9LqbI7I/s72-c/Fart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-710967731626357469</id><published>2010-04-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:20:45.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna be a scientist??</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;My mother made me a scientist without ever intending to.  Every other Jewish mother in Brooklyn would ask her child after school, "So?  Did you learn anything today?"  But not my mother.  "Izzy," she would say, "did you ask a good question today?"  That difference - asking good questions - made me become a scientist.  ~Isidor Isaac Rabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing ideas on T-Shirt designs. Browsing for quotes to print on the shirt. I like this other quote better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.  ~Wernher Von Braun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like me....lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-710967731626357469?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/710967731626357469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=710967731626357469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/710967731626357469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/710967731626357469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanna-be-scientist.html' title='wanna be a scientist??'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3038447546536643627</id><published>2010-04-07T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:51:38.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what was I?</title><content type='html'>I was disturbed by the thoughts that is in my head until I saw 2 organolithium attacking me and i was deformed into a monster called carbonyl.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what a dream...scary isn't it? I've never in my life dreamt of the stuff i studied. I hope the torture he had for us will do us good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this carbonyl is so keh poh. Stupid double bond that would react with everything. Alot to memorize leh..no joke..to make things worse, I forgot everything in the chapter I did in a mid term last Thursdays. Sumore I didnt remember everything and I couldn't even retain any of the memory. My brain craves the liberty from suffocation of  organic compounds. Hope those diethyl ether i used in a synthesis last week doesn't numb my brain. I found out it has anesthetic property while bringing my report to completion. No wonder we were all laughing in the lab. What a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3038447546536643627?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3038447546536643627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3038447546536643627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3038447546536643627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3038447546536643627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-was-i.html' title='what was I?'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3651171470745501263</id><published>2010-04-05T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:17:55.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream</title><content type='html'>a song to sing~~&lt;br /&gt;bah, i cant sing very well..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let me tell u my idea of a simple life. A simple life is to find something I like to do, and then build up the skills so that can work freelance. Then I can have all the time in the world to do other things. Things like serving, traveling, visiting to kampung and stay there for a few months, go for bible classes, learn new stuff and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the paper I was scribbling reminded me of a girl I met a few months back. She's very pretty(i have to say this). She's young and is an interior decorator. She came to my sis's shop with a client looking for a reasonable quote. She's a freelance. How does a freelance survive? Our very own interior designer would hv jobs everyday and own a better job security in that sense. So, how does she survive? The thing with gift is that you do very well in things effortlessly. I know of many friends who can do something very well that they don't need to belong in a company to survive. Clients all over will go hunting for them. They're wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me that if I do have such talents, I could freelance!! I don't need a luxury home or a flashy car. I'll just rent an apartment cz Im mobile. I'll work hard a few years, earn enough and go places, serve God and do stuff. Then I'll do that again. I'll buy a second hand car, sell it when i dun need it. Cool ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the things is, I dun have such talent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an artistic person. I cant draw, paint, craft or even design.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no entertainer. I can barely sing or dance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no musician. I enjoy listening to others but I cant play an instrument well.&lt;br /&gt;Academically, my maths is poor, chemistry is making and language is ok.&lt;br /&gt;I dun have computer skill, cant bake and cookery is for my own's stomach pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, no one would want to do that with me for the rest of his life. So unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i trade my man for a talent, O Lord? If I ever find that man...lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3651171470745501263?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3651171470745501263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3651171470745501263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3651171470745501263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3651171470745501263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1939632426930472054</id><published>2010-03-31T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:45:57.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it</title><content type='html'>When you have a good friend that is willing to listen at your worse situation, you'll began to miss that friend when you have problems at other part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;I communicate with God alot nowadays. Showing my displeasure and asking for Him to heal me as often as I could to walk tall again. So I began to miss Him alot nowadays, hoping that I could just be in Him arms because I know He can comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard alot these few days. All the negative feedback on the activities that we're working on. I wanted to complain, wanted to show my disagreement and pain. It hurts alot when the people don't give their support and at the same time criticize you for what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just burst and yell and leave all of you the way you are before Chemistry Society. But I want to press on. Because God told me, via a very elderly lady today, that if what I do is for the benefit of others, dun give up because there are no response, press on because you've made it come to pass for that little that responded. Success is not the amount of people attending your nite comparing to other society. Success is not their response to that exhibition. Success is Joshua 1:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank those of you who tried to comfort me by telling me how to market my activities. But I dun want marketing strategies. Making them think that they need through lies. I want them to know, really know why we r doing this and why they need to join us. This lady really light me up and put me on fire. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is weary. Still is. I could post a bad post. I could say alot, complain and counter all of you and condamn your blunt attitude. But I choose to write this, to also encourage you that your reward will be in heaven. Have a strong heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are opened. I do because I know it is good for them. Not because I want to have a good respond so that I can brag about it. I do it because it is a good thing to do. I will refer to my purpose again, write it down so that I wont forget it. I wont stop. I shall not be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please sustain me&lt;br /&gt;for I am your good and faithful child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1939632426930472054?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1939632426930472054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1939632426930472054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1939632426930472054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1939632426930472054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8923937580799701558</id><published>2010-03-21T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:38:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frying pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pendemonium.com/images/advertisments/wat_93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 642px;" src="http://www.pendemonium.com/images/advertisments/wat_93.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell u this joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem if you're ignorant and lacking in general information. A huge problem when you're ignorant and don't understand a topic being discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a class last week, my lecturer asked where can we find Teflon in our daily use?&lt;br /&gt;Frying pan of course.&lt;br /&gt;But my fren, after a few minutes,  pick up his pen and wave it in the air and said " flying pen?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to shame him by joking about his poor English command but the fact that he has such thought in his mind. The lecturer posted a very serious question here and most of the student answered with confident. And here we have him fixing an image of a  flying pen in his mind which is totally absurd in such a serious discussion is really humourous. He would actually thought that a flying pen is the correct answer at that time. But i guess after a few moment he realized it's not logical that's why he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering why he kept looking at his pen. Was he trying to figure out which part was made out of Teflon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't laugh at that time. But i was laughing about it just now all by myself. Thank God no one is at home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8923937580799701558?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8923937580799701558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8923937580799701558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8923937580799701558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8923937580799701558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/frying-pan.html' title='frying pan'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1057203127708837680</id><published>2010-03-21T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:20:44.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter</title><content type='html'>I've decided to check my twitter...for God knows what..most probably emails or msges from frens. And found nothing. Cz they are only twits from ppl connected to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't tweet, cz im not a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had twitter account out of curiosity with only one tweet. I dun get the point of twitter. Plus, I'm a very lazy person, I hope to store all my stuff at one place, and when i need them, I'll just go to that place and I'll know for certain that it would be there. So when i need my friends, I'll go to facebook. hahahahah. I cant afford to check emails, blogs , facebook, friendster, my space, bla bla bla and twitter to catch up with u guys man. Just stay at one place, please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is nothing on twitter. Then now, I can permanently erase another password from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1057203127708837680?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1057203127708837680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1057203127708837680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1057203127708837680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1057203127708837680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/twitter.html' title='twitter'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8889906689744025700</id><published>2010-03-20T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:16:57.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S6Suk8Z7OaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sL_DBQ99R8I/s1600-h/100_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S6Suk8Z7OaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sL_DBQ99R8I/s320/100_1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450673398738532770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice leh...&lt;br /&gt;that's what u're gonna wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8889906689744025700?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8889906689744025700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8889906689744025700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8889906689744025700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8889906689744025700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/watch-out.html' title='watch out!!'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/S6Suk8Z7OaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sL_DBQ99R8I/s72-c/100_1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3501319129438105113</id><published>2010-03-19T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:30:01.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choice over chance</title><content type='html'>Is it better to have a choice for a chance or to have a chance for a choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3501319129438105113?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3501319129438105113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3501319129438105113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3501319129438105113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3501319129438105113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/choice-over-chance.html' title='choice over chance'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6258952158123580400</id><published>2010-03-12T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:52:58.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever after</title><content type='html'>Good news girls: My 90+ grandma with 16 children told me that girls with bigger thighs will have more strength 有力 during labour. That's the first time I heard some woman complimenting someone who is fat. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6258952158123580400?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6258952158123580400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6258952158123580400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6258952158123580400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6258952158123580400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/happily-ever-after.html' title='happily ever after'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5305276829071273489</id><published>2010-03-10T11:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:55:47.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female are more polite when they converse?</title><content type='html'>I made my lecturer very angry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having practical and the experiments required alot of waiting. So I went to DSA to get the newspaper, bought a text book and look for Dr Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, immediately she asked me where have I disappeared to. So I told her I went to look for Dr Yip to get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Then,She scolded me like this "Dr. Yip! Dr. Yip! Dr. Yip!! Everyday Dr. Yip. This is my lab not Dr. Yip's lab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfounded. How did she know I look for him all the time? She's jz my lab lecturer. I only see her once fortnightly. Was she jealous? I almost asked. Luckily I didn't. I feel so bad I made her so so so angry. Later, I found out that she kept asking where was I. I wonder if she could still concentrate on the book she was reading after she found out that I left the class without permission.  Cz that day, I was angry about something,  I couldn't concentrate on the lecture. Felt so bad..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, today I abit blur, I should hv waited until she let us sign the attendance before carrying out my mischievous plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...Female lecturers..will she hate Dr. Yip bcz of me?? Oh dear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5305276829071273489?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5305276829071273489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5305276829071273489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5305276829071273489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5305276829071273489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/female-are-more-polite-when-they.html' title='Female are more polite when they converse?'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2585536482223531312</id><published>2010-03-09T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:20:17.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock in a box</title><content type='html'>When you are given an empty box with nothing to put, you tend to just dump whatever inside. Then when you have something important to store, like jewels, you'll just squeeze it into the almost filled box. As days passed, you realized that you needed more space to store your jewels. But jewels are precious and costly, you wouldn't want to just chuck it in that junk box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a precious commodity with a low ceiling. I would illustrate time as a box in my life. When I was young,  I would fill my time with sailor moon(something like dragon ball), barbie dolls, digimon, hunting for butterflies and climbing trees because of the little responsibility I have. In my teenage years, I would hang out at mamak for hours, cyber cafe, malls and snooker centre. In my uni life, I would fill my time with  drama series, lab reports, drama series, assignments, drama series, church activities, drama series, swimming, gym and all. Due to the empty spaces in my box, I would try to fill it with whatever i want. When important things needed to be done, I would struggle and do them last minute. Whenever I have a long recess between my classes, I would watch my drama series thinking that I still have time for my reports and leave them till the last second. So when I'm doing my lab reports, I always wonder why do i have to suffer for it? That's because I'm just trying to squeeze my jewel in the box filled with junks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have more commitments to make because I joined a society which requires a huge space of my very full box. I struggled alot at first but I  began to see that these stuff are quite regular. My timetable is fixed and my church activities are fixed. So, I'll set aside those time and shift my remaining time to slot in my reportsssss and society stuff. Whenever i have an empty slot, I would utilized it with my work instead of drama now. I even do my lab report in the ktm. I don't really have time for drama series, but i still do watch them now and then when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to prioritize my stuff. I've learned to do what is needed instead of what is wanted. I've learn to empty the box, put my jewels in first and then I'll throw in anything that is less important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and I want to sleep now, but i need to study for a quiz tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-2585536482223531312?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2585536482223531312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2585536482223531312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2585536482223531312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2585536482223531312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/clock-in-box.html' title='Clock in a box'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-637740146423861785</id><published>2010-03-05T07:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:26:32.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP!! wait for me...</title><content type='html'>Can I not take part in most of the upcoming events? Can i also just be an ordinary audience and not contribute?? Can i also skip service and cell group because&lt;br /&gt;1. I have mid terms&lt;br /&gt;2. I have assignments&lt;br /&gt;3. I have quizzes&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a wedding to attend to&lt;br /&gt;5. I have alot to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u're loaded, ur brain is active. I'm starting to do things very quickly now. Even my fone cannot catch up with me. I'm able to memorize the contact list so well, after hitting the down button the number of times needed to get me the contact i want, i still need to wait 3 sec for it to scroll. While typing a msg, Im on the third word and it's still on the third letter. My body also cannot cope. Like when im typing the first email, my brain has construct the third email with additional two other task. Like when my alarms ring in the morning, my brain would start working and causes my body to get up and work too. In actual fact, I wanted to sleep so much. Yesterday, i was talking and half asleep. My brain was thinking "what's next, what's next, what's next" , my mouth went "chomp chomp chomp" and my eyes went"I'm shutting off". Multitasking weh...I wonder if he'd think that i was sleep talking or was i really giving him a dictation. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very active until I cant catch up with my brain. Its a few yards away with an increase velocity. I need to run faster. Gotta train on the treadmill to do that. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turn out that, nowadays, i would so often flush the toilet before i pee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-637740146423861785?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/637740146423861785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=637740146423861785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/637740146423861785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/637740146423861785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-wait-for-me.html' title='STOP!! wait for me...'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-861885930727994215</id><published>2010-03-03T04:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:44:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTM</title><content type='html'>You can actually purchase KTM tickets online with a debit card. I'm using Pbb visa electron,  so i'm not sure about other debit cards. But i guess Mbb also can cz their representative bank is Mbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh~ my first online purchase, other than the one that I paid for registration to NTU,Singapore. That's with mom's credit card, not counted. heee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-861885930727994215?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/861885930727994215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=861885930727994215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/861885930727994215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/861885930727994215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/ktm.html' title='KTM'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3536091299227610699</id><published>2010-03-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:47:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Goh Meh</title><content type='html'>The moon is like a spot light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3536091299227610699?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3536091299227610699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3536091299227610699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3536091299227610699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3536091299227610699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/03/chap-goh-meh.html' title='Chap Goh Meh'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-302039915465185050</id><published>2010-02-28T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:56:29.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite bias</title><content type='html'>Please help yourself to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Irena+Chua"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Irena+Chua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Irena+Chua"&gt;http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Irena+Chua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to evaluate me. I'll prefer that u do the nohari ones. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-302039915465185050?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/302039915465185050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=302039915465185050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/302039915465185050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/302039915465185050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/quite-bias.html' title='quite bias'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2938563941195499526</id><published>2010-02-26T08:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:53:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my 203 post..haha..i'm faster than u, dramaking~~</title><content type='html'>When a sponge looses it's ability to absorb and retain any liquid that it's in contact with, then it is of no use. It shall be thrown into the fire. At least it can still provide heat for you before it turn into ashes. I used to sleep in class all the time. Then I learn how to stay awake even when I'm really really tired. But yesterday, I was like that sponge that looses it's ability, to absorb and retain. So what was I doing the whole day? Nothing. I cannot imagine those flexi students, that actually pack their timetable of 6-7 subjects in 3-4 days. just because they wanna go home, play or pak tor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're demanding for something, remember to come with humility and courtesy. Don't come empty handed to barter. Some people, when they demand for something, or when they want to see a change, all they do is make comments then sit back and wait for it to happen. Just like in a classroom, the students demand that certain things should be done to preserve the flow of the lecture classes by&lt;br /&gt;preparing notes for all the students before lecture, at the same time&lt;br /&gt;make sure that projector and laptop is properly set for lectures, at the same time&lt;br /&gt;know all the information about the lecturers, at the same time&lt;br /&gt;know all other information(eg. when wanna pay bills)...etc&lt;br /&gt;If he doesnt fulfill it, they demand for a change. but no one wanna replace him because they know it's a heavy workload. Since you know it's a heavy workload, and he is not superman, then you should do something rite? Then the students will give one simple comment, He is the rep what, it is his job.&lt;br /&gt;I agree that great power comes great responsibility. But, we can try to reduce the workload by helping once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about my course rep. It's just an example. My course rep very efficient one, ok? Cz HE HAS BEEN THE COURSE REP SINCE THE FIRST DAY. Oredi trained to be superman liao. My class mates are very helpful too. He has other assistant to help him geh. I think.&lt;br /&gt;My point is, when you demand for something, make sure you try to help to get what you want. Instead of making a fuss like a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a fool is better than remaining as a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I'm very smart. Indeed I am. Compared to my sister, i WAS more favourable cz all my results are 4 flat during kindergarden..haha. I do well in my academic, I can do sports and perform too. I know that I'm more favourable because of the significant difference in treatment from my parents. Then I grow to become very proud and think that I'm very smart.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison said: Success is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;So in order not to let others think that I'm stupid, I don't communicate with the teachers in class even when i have something to ask. So most of the time, the thing would just pass me and I still don't know what I don't know. Then I change. I do ask my lecturer, my classmates and other people when I have problems in my understanding. I may look like a fool asking stupid question at times but I rather look like a fool than to remain as a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-2938563941195499526?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2938563941195499526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2938563941195499526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2938563941195499526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2938563941195499526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-my-203-posthahaim-faster-than-u.html' title='this is my 203 post..haha..i&apos;m faster than u, dramaking~~'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6109229185291592122</id><published>2010-02-17T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:13:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED is never my favourite colour</title><content type='html'>Usually I'll follow my parents back to my mom's hometown, Kuching, Sarawak every Chinese New Year. This year, we just lazed around in pj/kl. I've never celebrated the red, loud season here before. I think I did stay back for CNY, just that the memory slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kuching, our CNY is more like a vacation. We'd visit all the favourite food stalls, even if all were close, we had to check it out despite the experience over the decades. Then, we'll visit all the relatives, friends, relative's friends and friend's friends just to see their elaborately decorated house. Now you know why my house look more like Balinese resort. Then we'll try to do all the visiting, eating and shopping in 4-7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is different. Kl has a different culture. So we visited some of our relatives and spend most of the time united as a family. The five of us would go shopping, eating KFC, shopping, visiting, shopping, trying to catch a movie(trying bcz we didn't catch one), shopping and shopping. NO, a new collection from the latest fashion hasn't been added to my wardrobe. I want to invest, remember? So, I really enjoy my holidays. At least it's not cramming all the stuff in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much time and so little to accomplish, my 10 days break from uni seems longer. I can study, do all my assignments, do all my reports and study for the next quiz and play. Feels more like a holiday. You know, have you ever see the sun rise? When u wake up very early and wait for the sun, the morning seem longer and you can enjoy the great view. Rather than waking up late for class, rush and by the time you're fully booted, the sun is already at the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did enjoy and I really feel the CNY mood this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a workaholic. I did all my school work in between and I frown when parents didn't tell me the day before that they planned to go shopping yesterday. I mean I would have gotten up 4 hours earlier to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my school work 6 hours straight after those shoppingssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6109229185291592122?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6109229185291592122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6109229185291592122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6109229185291592122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6109229185291592122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-is-never-my-favourite-colour.html' title='RED is never my favourite colour'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4324100062239598159</id><published>2010-02-12T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:10:53.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skills, What money cannot buy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://searchcio.techtarget.com/sDefinition/0,,sid182_gci1314684,00.html"&gt;Soft skills&lt;/a&gt; "people skills," -- are personal attributes that enhance an individual's interactions, job performance and career prospects. (click to see attributes of soft skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchcio.techtarget.com/sDefinition/0,,sid182_gci1314710,00.html"&gt;Hard skills&lt;/a&gt; -- specific, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;teachable&lt;/span&gt; abilities that may be required in a given context, such as a job or university   application.    (if u've click on the link for soft skills, im sure u're kepoh enuf to click on this one too..=) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many points have u collected for soft skills? I have zero. I'm not planning to gain any soft skills points through the UTAR way bcz i think it is kinda useless. Useless in the sense that everyone is trying to buy soft skills at such a great price but actually it is zero value for cost. Zero it's because when you can't even remember the knowledge for that semester, how would you remember anything that is one off? Soft skills cannot be learn through 9 hours lecture classes like hard skills. Those are the skills which must be encounter with. Namanya soft skills, so those attributes are not teachable by listening to some expert telling u what to do at any situation. See?? It say people skills, meaning you've got to deal with many many people to be equipped with the right soft skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people were deceived, by our officer with very good soft skills, about how those points can broaden our way to a  high income job. Do you think that your future managers are blind or deaf? They can see what, weather you are capable or not. It's like a dog trying to disguise as man, when he tries to talk, all that we can hear were "woofs". You are not fooling anyone but yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that effort about trying to gain soft skills are undoubtly usefull provided it is put into practice. So if you claim that you've master all the category in our soft skill programs, then  how cone I don't see any difference in you? So many students sign up for the soft skill classes, but there is no shift in culture paradigm. Everything remain almost the same. Yeah, maybe cafeteria has turn out to be abit noisier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than words though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not attacking anyone here. Please stop thinking that i'm posting to target a certain individual. Dun be so perasan ok? I know one. U all always think i'm trying to cucuk you. I don't do that, If I wanna give a piece of private advice, I'll just throw it at your face. More effective ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all of u abit blur, my main point is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop climbing the ladder which is on the wrong building and, after that, regret that you're at the wrong peak when u get to the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4324100062239598159?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4324100062239598159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4324100062239598159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4324100062239598159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4324100062239598159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/skills-what-money-cannot-buy.html' title='Skills, What money cannot buy...'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1895915618408643258</id><published>2010-02-11T06:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:24:30.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah! Just go and sleep</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you should sleep when it is time to sleep. That's like 2am till 10am. That's when everyone sleeps. No one will msg u, call u, msn u or knock on your room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had&lt;br /&gt;6 msges&lt;br /&gt;3 missed calls&lt;br /&gt;1 answered call and&lt;br /&gt;1 knock on my door which i ignored. cz if it was important, he'd open the door instead of walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always open my door when im asleep cz i don't lock my door and i don't sleep naked. My sis does that all the time when she needs my rescue from the cockroaches. I dun understand why those ugly wicked creatures love to lepak in her room and scare the wit outta her. Poor girl. What's she gonna do when she gets married? Marry me over to deal with the roaches?&lt;br /&gt;I DOWAN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i hope those little rascal don't follow her down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to me. It always happens when i sleep. So laku man. When I'm awake, my fone barely makes a move(vibrate)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SOME PEACE HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just dump the fone into the toilet bowl or something, right? I know u're gonna ask me to shut my fone up. I can't. I'm wanted now. So wanted. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1895915618408643258?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1895915618408643258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1895915618408643258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1895915618408643258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1895915618408643258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/bah-just-go-and-sleep.html' title='Bah! Just go and sleep'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-9191793120050159967</id><published>2010-02-07T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:04:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun eat too much medicine lor..take care of yourselves</title><content type='html'>Once, I asked my lecturer if it is possible to obtain a 100% pure compound in a recrystallization or extraction process. Theoretically, it is possible (theory wad). Experiments shows that it is not possible. Impurities are bound to attach to the compound that we're synthesizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u pop a Panadol the last time you have ache in your head, how would you know that that tablet would do what it was created for? A chemist would know that a single impurities would cost your biological system to malfunction and take your life. So the question is, are your medicines safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is safe lah. Certainly. That's why we need engineers. The engineers will do all the calculation to provide the required condition to produce the medicines. That is why prescribe antidotes are costly. The more expensive, the better. So don't go complaining about your local drug store and accuse them of slashing you up with the exorbitant prices. Cz those drugs are far better than generic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easy wor if wanna be a chemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I got over 400% yield of an insulin in my previous experiment. That's like so contaminated by other elements and ethanol. How am I suppose to continue my report now? Tell them that they are gonna die when they eat the drug that synthesize by me? Ah nvm, tell them that would reduce the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Die earlier = less pain ma..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-9191793120050159967?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/9191793120050159967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=9191793120050159967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/9191793120050159967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/9191793120050159967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/dun-eat-too-much-medicine-lortake-care.html' title='dun eat too much medicine lor..take care of yourselves'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-725103880866523380</id><published>2010-02-05T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:04:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i call her Grace</title><content type='html'>Now and then I will sit next to a smart young lady depending on which lecture hall we're in. I've known her for 1 year now ever since i saw her face in the president's list. However, i never really talk to her. Joke joke abit got la. One day last week, during a lecture, i asked her a question. Whoa, she replied me with so much grace, her gentleness flooded over me. I felt warm in that usually cold lecture hall. magic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a very scary person. haha. I have this face which will normally gv a very scary first impression. What to do, my mom didn't ask me before she gave birth to me what. So, i have this face lor. The truth is, i'm very scary indeed. I surveyed and the results confirms it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need to sprinkle a little grace to my attitude to make the people around me feel less intimidated. I've tried so hard and still cannot get the right amount of grace needed to bake a good relationship with people around me. I need to add a little gentleness, quietness and grace. Anyone got the ingredients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候我在想，像我这种人， 会嫁得出去吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a person whom everyone wants to be around with? U'll need sugar, spice and fruit of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gentleness&lt;/span&gt; and self-control. Galatians 5: 22-23a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it? got ur recipe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-725103880866523380?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/725103880866523380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=725103880866523380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/725103880866523380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/725103880866523380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-call-her-grace.html' title='i call her Grace'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1814647132798233150</id><published>2010-02-02T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:44:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ethical responsibility</title><content type='html'>When a child is faced with a problem, the child would turn to his parents for advice, shelter and love. At the same time, the parents would dutifully attend to him. Children depend on their parents in all of their ways. They have faith that at dinner time, there will be food on the table to feed his almost empty stomach. On the other hand, it is the parents ethical responsibility to provide and meet their physical and emotional needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i have such ethical responsibility over the people around me. And they are so used to depend on me, it hard to shake them off bcz I'm afraid that they cannot survive without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good parent will look after their child well. Their children's growth is a painful process that their parents must accept. To realize that one day, their children will eventually hit adulthood and MUST leave them. Parents cannot look after their children forever. So, discipline is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realize that it time to let them fall, feel the pain and get up on their own. Often, before they can hit the floor, I am already lying at the bottom to cushion them from the hurt that they will have to bear. That's because i know that the pain is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I will clean up their mess. By doing that, i end up very messy(haha. m i making sense?). So, I will stop doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1814647132798233150?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1814647132798233150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1814647132798233150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1814647132798233150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1814647132798233150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/ethical-responsibility.html' title='ethical responsibility'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3100888093711838473</id><published>2010-01-31T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:06:03.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have 2 lab reports</title><content type='html'>one is due this coming Wednesday, the other is second week of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started with the latter. Today, someone reminded me that its only due in two weeks. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..lets do the one that is needed for submission for the coming Wednesday now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3100888093711838473?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3100888093711838473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3100888093711838473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3100888093711838473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3100888093711838473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-2-lab-reports.html' title='I have 2 lab reports'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8664911478932734194</id><published>2010-01-30T13:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:06:32.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex: a shameless love message</title><content type='html'>When u get straight As in your exam, you'll be in great joy. When anyone is the world gets  straight As, undoubtly it would be the happiest day. But one of these scenario when the same treatment is given to two different people, the effect is different. That is sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sex is a sexual conduct of a man and a woman, with their consent, which is bounded in marriage. Other than that is unnatural sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm googling on rape cases and incest for the moral studies subject. After reading accessible amount of recent news and viewing rape rates by the National Police Department, my heart bleeds. Since sexual freedom has been introduce to the world's society, sexual intercourse is no more an intimate love relationship nor it is a secret wonderland of two individuals. In the olden days, people,without the influence of a sex maniac, don't think about sex all the time. Sex is something that causes a reddened facial expression when it is mention. It is regarded as a love message transmitted via a physical medium called flesh. Nowaday, sex is no longer at the prohibited site from the boundary of our thoughts anymore. People can think of many different ways to ease themselves of their burning desires. Moreover, sex is used as a weapon to create soulless zombies and innocence as the trophy over the weaker opponent. When unnatural sex occurred, it is like snatching the victim soul away. The victim is experiencing a soul death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to search for the definition for sex, the meaning of the word is continuously replaced by all sorts of sexual act other than the one I mention earlier. Apart from forced sex, homosexuality, bisexuality, zoo sex(with animal), masturbation and what not, although it is not rape, it still kills. It kills you. Now that is another scientific research and a whole new topic. I'll gv another lecture on that, if I remember and if I have the time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a mother of two is reading a rape news on the local newspaper, the pleasurable memory from her sexual activity with her husband is actually agony to another person(woman, man or children). How then can she enjoy sex anymore? Not only she will have a different mindset on the holy conduct, she will also feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many from the world are trying to find scientific, religious and other proofs to allow the society to accept. A scientific research of animal rape is used to equate these odd act of human to put right a rape. The thing is, if what you are doing is right, u do not need any research to proof your action. When scientific and religious studies is required to excuse your action, then what you are doing it is seriously wrong. You see, no one actually done any research that a zebra should walk on four and not two. Who would do that? It is natural what. So it is for sex after marriage. No one would ever do any in depth findings if sex by two married couples is wrong. That research would only show how foolish you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually tried to find health benefit for sex to promote free sex. Nonsense. It is like muting the world with a fact that coffee has antioxidants from its counter effects of&lt;br /&gt;increased pH&lt;br /&gt;headache&lt;br /&gt;odor discharge&lt;br /&gt;insomnia&lt;br /&gt;increase heart beat rate&lt;br /&gt;lethargic&lt;br /&gt;cardiac problems..cut the crap. not talking about coffee today&lt;br /&gt;When adverse effect is more than beneficial effect, it is clear that if it is a cure or poison to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his *wife, and they will (1)become one flesh. The man and his *wife were both naked, and they felt no shame.&lt;br /&gt;Gen 2:24-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These immoral conduct is nauseating and I am disgusted, ashamed and disturbed by the holy word: sex. When we defile the meaning of sex, it take huge amount of effort to think that sex is holy, pure, sacred and it is made for good. You might wonder, where is the good now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wife is this context means the woman is bound to the man in marriage vows. Not those kind when a bf self-declare his gf as wife.&lt;br /&gt;(1) become one flesh is to have sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8664911478932734194?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8664911478932734194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8664911478932734194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8664911478932734194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8664911478932734194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/sex-shameless-love-mesage.html' title='sex: a shameless love message'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6388078553819153488</id><published>2010-01-29T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:30:27.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>please share my burden&lt;br /&gt;carry my loads for a while&lt;br /&gt;so that i can sit at the pavement&lt;br /&gt;by the narrow path&lt;br /&gt;to take a breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe the sweat and tears off my face&lt;br /&gt;and boost me with a cheer&lt;br /&gt;give a piece of lousy advice&lt;br /&gt;so that i can feel that u cared&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't give a damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6388078553819153488?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6388078553819153488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6388078553819153488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6388078553819153488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6388078553819153488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8795593896165116185</id><published>2010-01-23T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:37:23.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will u forgive me?</title><content type='html'>Seems like my last post is sending the wrong msg. After hearing comments all over the world, I decided to read my own post. I sounded angry instead of disappointed. So sorry ppl, I didn't though it would turn out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staring at the screen for 5 minutes now and nothing is coming out for me to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to say but i don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just end here. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me collect my thoughts first then I'll come back in 2 days time. Or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8795593896165116185?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8795593896165116185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8795593896165116185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8795593896165116185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8795593896165116185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-u-forgive-me.html' title='will u forgive me?'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4799949129697958959</id><published>2010-01-17T14:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:44:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to breathe</title><content type='html'>I'm a person that holds strongly to the principle of "money is important, but it's not everything". This make sense to the degree of generosity that I display.  I've always believed that I don't need any return for what little I can give. Often I wonder, what makes a person reluctant in bringing a little kindness to the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really expecting any sort of gratitude is totally opposite of being paid with a negative value. The love that I disperse in time, money, efforts and tears had ripped an opening that allows selfishness to slash me unnoticed. Leaving me panting for the abundant air. Not long after, as the wound began to notice, it's the time I needed to siren for help. Then, abandon casually in the cold corner with shadow as comforter, hatred that I struggled to tame began roaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months now, I step into the daylight with a new insight. Growth is a standard operating procedure to every human system. The direction of expansion which monitored by causation will in fact distinguished us. With vast number of experiments and trial, being less thoughtful can reduce the possibility of dislike between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if you just take whatever you came for and go rather than coming back to punch me one or two and then turn to leave again. Allowing me to remain in states of shock that will turn into hate eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generous.&lt;br /&gt;Still am.&lt;br /&gt;You can still come and take whatever you want. But this time, it comes with a slight warning, that is I'm not stupid. You come and take from me, then repay with hurt and think that you can return for more. What do you think I am? Some idiot?&lt;br /&gt;Generosity does not equate with stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'll wait till you ask, then I'll give. Fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it will be given Matt7:7&lt;br /&gt;Dont' ask then I won't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not God. I'm Irena. Can't you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4799949129697958959?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4799949129697958959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4799949129697958959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4799949129697958959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4799949129697958959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-to-breathe.html' title='hard to breathe'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5737421597862397971</id><published>2010-01-09T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:16:35.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard, harder, hardest</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's Saturday already! One more week and I'll be back to Uni...&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am starting to like my job...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. I'm starting to like the job after 2 months. Like signing off an offer letter with self torture as part of the job description. That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to like something you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's harder when you found out that you have to exclude something you like from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hardest when you like both, then you can only choose one and exclude the other one from your life.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 friends getting married, to each other. They are both younger than me!! Oh my...When you have frenz getting married, it shows that you're old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very old already. But, I don't really care...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5737421597862397971?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5737421597862397971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5737421597862397971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5737421597862397971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5737421597862397971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-harder-hardest.html' title='hard, harder, hardest'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-895116263194290358</id><published>2010-01-04T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:53:15.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask for more</title><content type='html'>Do you know that your parents really love you? Imagine you've walked down the isle for your convocation half an hour ago, then you're to look for a job tomorrow. What would you be thinking now?&lt;br /&gt;1. What kinda job would I get? will i be happy with what im doing?&lt;br /&gt;2. Would I have a good pay? To support my family, my children. In 20 years time, will i have 120k(per child)? 50k for education(for utar students). 50k for a new car(local) when they get their first job. 20 k for wedding.&lt;br /&gt;3. Will I find my dream partner? (LOL..dream partner only exist in dreams, aiye?? Live in reality!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day the doctor broke the good news to your parents, they've already planned for you. Your education, your first car and your wedding. They might not give you the world, but they've tried to give u everything they can. Sometimes we think we deserve all this or even better. And when we don't get what our friends have, we sulk at our pathetic life. Our parents may not love us the way we wanted, but it doesn't mean they didn't love us with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing up children is more complex in the 21st century. Considering 30 years ago, your father(lets talk about the provider)had a simpler life. Your grandfather only had to feed your dad. And your dad studied hard, get a scholarship or local U, worked&lt;br /&gt;and supports you&lt;br /&gt;and your barbiedolls(babi-doll)&lt;br /&gt;and your digimon&lt;br /&gt;and your game boy&lt;br /&gt;ans your PS2&lt;br /&gt;and your handphone cum service provider&lt;br /&gt;and your shopping habits&lt;br /&gt;and your make-ups&lt;br /&gt;and your many nights at cyber cafe&lt;br /&gt;and your laptop&lt;br /&gt;and your 100-table-wedding dinner at the grandest place with imported grape wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents love you. Do you love your children? 30 years from now, can you afford your child what luxury you have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents really love me. And i really love them now. Stop demanding. Stop asking for more. Stop drinking pepsi. ;oP&lt;br /&gt;Drink water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-895116263194290358?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/895116263194290358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=895116263194290358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/895116263194290358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/895116263194290358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2010/01/ask-for-more.html' title='Ask for more'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6585202968229071017</id><published>2009-12-31T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:19:39.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Own Business</title><content type='html'>Sorry to be rude, but thats the name of the software we bought for accounts purposes. The canggih-ness of the software confirms my O-Levels accounting knowledge to be out-dated. I've tried the software for the second day now, still not getting any results. But the help provider is not so helpful either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question was: What is Accounts List?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzxXf-KQ0mI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XuVnJgnMc6g/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421304258220839522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzxXf-KQ0mI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XuVnJgnMc6g/s320/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What la nonsense is this? Most of the help answers are like that. Not only it didn't solve my problem, it's wasting my time too. Searching for an answer is as pissing as trying to figure out the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont give an empty answer to someone's question. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use Exel!! Now i know why microsoft is making so much money. Because Bill Gates understands the simplicity of our human brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6585202968229071017?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6585202968229071017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6585202968229071017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6585202968229071017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6585202968229071017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-your-own-business.html' title='Mind Your Own Business'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzxXf-KQ0mI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XuVnJgnMc6g/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5991105672643065301</id><published>2009-12-29T12:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:49:50.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken leg</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went back to work, so busy cz all the work piling up. As i was browsing a catalog to make a purchase order, i came across chicken leg. I laughed so hard that everyone thought that i was crazy(cz i was lafing at the catalog ma). So i search through another catalog to see the picture, there i found it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzmHkAmyRaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/j3YPwPKs-mg/s1600-h/chic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 239px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420512679224821154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzmHkAmyRaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/j3YPwPKs-mg/s320/chic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scanned purposely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day man. With the year coming to an end, alot of people wanna do last minute renovation in time for CNY. Talk till my throat dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im of lunching now..bye~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6565794169092913679-5991105672643065301?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5991105672643065301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5991105672643065301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5991105672643065301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5991105672643065301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken-leg.html' title='chicken leg'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzmHkAmyRaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/j3YPwPKs-mg/s72-c/chic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8699444494199527927</id><published>2009-12-26T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:26:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of my toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzXEnbszM6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/xPIhHfmpJR4/s1600-h/toe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzXEnbszM6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/xPIhHfmpJR4/s320/toe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419453908339864482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long time ago, fingersnail took up nail painting. She need alot of practice to be the best painter in town. But fingernails had 10 nails to practice, so she went to toe land to borrow 10 toe nails for herself. After that, toenail become dehydrated and told fingernail to stop. but fingernail wouldn't listen, she wanted to be the best painter, so she continue to put paints and other chemical on toe nail. Then one day, Thumb toe retaliated, it collaborate with fungus and allow it to cultivate in it. Fingernail was pissed and impatient, she need to practice, so she cut off the part which is conquered by fungal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, because i was impatient, i cut away the nail which is in red in the picture(like a triangle). So the nail grew out of shape after that until it puncture my flesh. 4 years i endured the pain. So i removed the nail inhope that it will grow properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lessons&lt;br /&gt;1. If u hv a fungal growth, please go and see a doctor. I found out that doctor have anti fungal for such cases. In actual fact, u're suppose to pay the doc a visit if u're not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't try to act smart. Go and seek medical or professional advice for critical problems. Cutting away does not mean u've solve the problem&lt;br /&gt;3. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my grammatical errors. I need to go offline now. It's raining now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8699444494199527927?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8699444494199527927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8699444494199527927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8699444494199527927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8699444494199527927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-my-toe.html' title='The Story of my toe'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzXEnbszM6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/xPIhHfmpJR4/s72-c/toe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3965908218842897506</id><published>2009-12-25T15:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:22:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:NXst2ULSt77szM:http://got-fruit.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/updug20090608.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:NXst2ULSt77szM:http://got-fruit.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/updug20090608.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This dog is just so cute. Should watch it on UP by Pixar animation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3965908218842897506?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3965908218842897506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3965908218842897506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3965908218842897506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3965908218842897506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/dug.html' title='Dug'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5884351111442558043</id><published>2009-12-25T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:07:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday~ holiday~hooolliiiddaaeeee~</title><content type='html'>What is it that comes in lots of shapes and sizes, usually wrapped in colourful wrappers, sometimes fasten with beautiful ribbons and comes with handmade cards?!! Most of all, it put a smile on ur face!! Oh come on, it's Christmas isn't it? It has something to do with Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the picture for a hint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:7kVcoSkPx2RdjM:http://www.fitnecise.ie/images/gift_vouchers_christmas_for_fitness_health_present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:7kVcoSkPx2RdjM:http://www.fitnecise.ie/images/gift_vouchers_christmas_for_fitness_health_present.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! PRESENTS!! GIFTS!! Christmas is the most celebrated day other than Sundays. Hahaz. All of us would get so excited decorating whatever decoratable, then we'll wait in excitement to give away presents and gifts to those dear to our heart. (and of course get some in return)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift is a transfer of something, without the need for compensation that is involve in a trade. A gift is a voluntary act which does not require anything in return. Even though it involves possibly a social expectation of reciprocity, or a return in the form of prestige or power, a gift is meant to be FREE.-wiki-&lt;br /&gt;That's how it put a smile on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a gift that everyone had it unnoticed. That is life. Life is a gift. Adam's life was a gift, given free of charge, with no intention for any compensation or return. He didn't know that God would make him. It's not like Adam knows he's gonna be Adam right? His life was a gift. Our life is a gift, a present. Yeah yeah, u're gonna tell me the fall of Adam and his wife now, right? About sin and bla bla bla..Thats bad news, but what about the good news? You forgot? Over 2000 years ago, a baby born on that first Christmas day! Then after He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I[Jesus] have come that they[they=except the speaker. meaning it's YOU] may have life, and have it to the full.  -Jn 10:10b-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how come you're reading my blogpost on Christmas day?? You should get your arse off that chair and celebrate. However,if you haven't/didn't receive a gift today, just remember, YOU are a gift. So, treasure the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the[the=one and only] way, the truth and the LIFE.  -Jn 14:6-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is colour, Life is music. Life is gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;Get Jesus. ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5884351111442558043?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5884351111442558043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5884351111442558043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5884351111442558043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5884351111442558043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-holidayhooolliiiddaaeeee.html' title='holiday~ holiday~hooolliiiddaaeeee~'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6613805002757452181</id><published>2009-12-24T12:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:16:11.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday: the toe without the nail</title><content type='html'>walao, the doctor clean the wounds like cleaning concrete floor like that. So painful man. First, he yank the existing gauze from my toe, then he pressed antiseptic on the wound and dress with new gauze and bandage it like taping leak pipe with masking tape. Siao. Cannot move that big toe, very painful. Just now, i hit myself summore.. super duper pain now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my speed is nothing compared to a snail, im off from work for few days already. I'm never sensitive to the highlights on the calendar which mark a holy day because i'm not very fond of one. But holiday is superb when u have a 9 to 5 static working schedule. Not so much to say, i'm taking my toe as an excuse to slack from work while typing in front of the sleek 7 feet christmas tree decorated in classic red and gold at my parents chalet like home. Shhh...please don't tell my sis that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzMevpwDdOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Y7rgLVZsjWs/s1600-h/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzMevpwDdOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Y7rgLVZsjWs/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418708580666930402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*added*&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why it's called a holiday? It all started from genesis, the begining. When God created everything, He added a day to that week for rest. On this day, the Lord our God commanded, that all who work hard through all 6 days shall take a rest on the seventh day and spend it holy. So what does it mean by spending it holy? No sex with ur wife? Nope, its spending time with the Holy One, our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its Holy Day. Holy Day..holy day..hoo-llll-iiiiiii-daeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hooooo-lllllll-iiiiiii-ddaaeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, holiday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzMhSkEtyzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GIldXw2Orso/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzMhSkEtyzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GIldXw2Orso/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418711379461655346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*added*&lt;br /&gt;Just in case i forget, Feliz Navidad!! Merry Christmas!! May all of u be bless inside out. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6613805002757452181?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6613805002757452181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6613805002757452181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6613805002757452181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6613805002757452181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-toe-without-nail.html' title='Holiday: the toe without the nail'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SzMevpwDdOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Y7rgLVZsjWs/s72-c/IMG_1644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4863896533895020617</id><published>2009-12-23T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:43:10.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mi nami shin-ne yo! 미남이 시네요</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/youarebeautiful2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 426px;" src="http://www.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/youarebeautiful2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday hor?? Nah go watch this korean movie la. Those usual fairy-tale stories that melts all the woman's heart like hot steaming chocolate!! The story is about this girl, pretending to be a guy in place for her twin brother who is suppose to be the new member of an idol group, A. N. Jell(angel kononnya). Then she fell in love with one of the mean but cute vocal lead in the group. Very short drama, 16 eps only. enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i've been doing for the holidays, watching drama. Korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;Did u notice that most korean idol drama, the story is always about 2 people who hated each other at first but ended up living under the same roof and fell in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;If u've watched goong宫(princess hour), full house, my girl, the successful story of a bright girl, yuhee witch, a love that kills, 9th out 2 innings, which planet are you from?, that stupid guy(he is unbearably stupid BUT kind), love story in Harvard, tree of heaven, 18 vs 29,  coffee prince, take care my lady(拜托小姐)...u'll know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4863896533895020617?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4863896533895020617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4863896533895020617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4863896533895020617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4863896533895020617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/mi-nami-shin-ne-yo.html' title='mi nami shin-ne yo! 미남이 시네요'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7418271849776923809</id><published>2009-12-22T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:35:24.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise man say</title><content type='html'>The kind of wise man im talking about are aged people with lots of experience in their life. Yesterday, I was talking to my dad about investment. Remember? i'm going to invest in shares next year. So must do abit of homework first. So i asked my parents and they told me alot about their life and how money is important and why do they wanna get rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My introvert father had alot to say. I enjoyed the chat with him. He told me the mistakes he made and how he wished he had the time to study more about investment. Then he told me some advice from other successful friends. We talked about loans and savings. He also named a few books so that i can read before i start buying shares. Then he goes on to tell me that sometimes its hard to team up with mom as both have different interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, mom joined us after her gardening. She told me about her experience on buying properties. She said that there are many aspect a person have to take into consideration when buying a landed property. She also tells me the cons of list hold properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;Man likes to give u advice and share the experience with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman likes to give u the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. but both are important ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so free ah, jz sit at home and do nothing. Cz i cant walk properly. I got the nail pulled from my big toe. It's not painful but the idea of pulling out the nail is disgusting, so i cried like a baby. Well yeah, like a baby and huging my mommy. And i kinda imagine it like the blood will spray all over the place (like watching horror movie..haha). Then the doc say i manja thats y i cried. LOL. I should take picture for u to see, the toe without the nail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7418271849776923809?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7418271849776923809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7418271849776923809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7418271849776923809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7418271849776923809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/wise-man-say.html' title='Wise man say'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7742240076541123444</id><published>2009-12-21T12:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:30:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarded Community</title><content type='html'>With my current work requirement, the fact that my sis is going to start a whole new life and the people that I am mixing with now, property is so much that rings at my ear. The community at my birth place is constantly searching for the best property to exchange the least amount of present dollar to the most of future dollars. KL is recognise to have one of the highest development rate in Malaysia, we have many to choose from to invest our family and money in. The question is, what is worth investing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas are populated to develop more and more lavish environment for homes. Other than providing a virtually wealthy lifestyle, protection and safety, is one thing that keeps us awake most of the nights, which is also included. Service apartment, high security condos and guarded community are some of the main ingredients of today's luxurious living constructions. If you have little knowledge about those that i have mention, i'll let the first two generates a story of their own. My topic is guarded community(please read title!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarded community is more like jail. Beautiful, relaxing and enjoyable jail. With the alarming rate of social ills booming from the media, it is hard to imagine anyone who could be less cautious of themselves let alone their family. Years ago, burglars and theft would steal and run. But now, they would shoot and steal or rape and chop with a blink of an eye. The situation is much vital compared to previous years and its growing wilder each minute.  Therefore people are looking for beautiful homes with swimming pool and park cum with 5 feet wall surrounding the neighbourhood. Security is becoming more of a need in the coming generation. Why? That's because we're starting to lock ourselves up instead of putting those who have committed crime behind bars. The residents of guarded community are purchasing inconveniences. Lets say u wanna renovate ur house, first u need to apply for a letter at the management office a week ahead. Then the contractors are only to work at a certain time. If you are having a christmas party, you need to apply from the management, gv them all the number plates and i/c number of the guest. How tedious. No wonder connecting with people requires much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom never used to let me play with my friends at the nearby parks for fear that i might not return. FYI, within the 5 km radius range, my place have more than 5 parks!! Common sense will forbid us to even walk out of the house what more to say about walking your dog(s). Each of us would rather grow potatoes on our couch that to unlock the doors to the street. My area do not have those cornwallis walls but the residents are forming night patrol and police huts are emerging everywhere now. But those huts only function in broad daylight. LOL. Since they sleep at night,  they'll close some of the road accessible to the residential area. One night i was driving on my usual route, and they block one of the road with large oil drums. Thus causing me to take a longer way back home. And i was wondering, by taking such a long time to get home, meaning i have to stay on the road longer. Isn't is more vulnerable to bad luck?? Aiya, if wanna close the road, pls put someone there to open up for me to pass ma..Geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, the bad guys are put to jail. Now, the good guys are to live in jails, and we seems to be pretty happy about that. :?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7742240076541123444?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7742240076541123444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7742240076541123444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7742240076541123444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7742240076541123444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/guarded-community.html' title='Guarded Community'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2849214444308502428</id><published>2009-12-14T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:08:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Have you watched it? The graphic, sound and impact is really good. It's about the end of the world. How the earth is being wipe out and what will people do at this moment of life. You should go and watch it. So that you too can feel the fear about the world is coming to an end. It is coming to an end, very soon now, in two years time...in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAAHA....ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watch the movie yet. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-2849214444308502428?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2849214444308502428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2849214444308502428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2849214444308502428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2849214444308502428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4135602172462713965</id><published>2009-12-12T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:26:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tshuva</title><content type='html'>I called, but there is no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing has been bugging me for months now. It's like I did try to make it happen. Then i realised that it's not how He wanted it. So I thought maybe I'll just wait and hold on to the faith that He will provide. Just wait till December comes and I'll do something if there's no reply. Sometimes I think of it when I'm at work, when I was about to sleep or when I open my eyes in the morning. I'll quickly brush the thoughts away. It is my intrinsic nature to want it to work, no matter how. But it seems that "How" it's kinda important to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wait, and i wait. 12 days had passed for the December month, I still haven't got any answer. Nothing. How disappointed. What am I going to do? it's burdening me. What am I suppose to think. Let's see&lt;br /&gt;1. Ignore Him. Just go  ahead and do it. I can't. If I can, I would have done it in October.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drop it. Maybe it will affect my studies if I'm involve in too many activities. Its my second sem in my second year though.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait. but what if He expect me to do number 1 and i didn't? So i would have to drop it then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't really wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 85:7&lt;br /&gt;In the days of my troubles I will call to you&lt;br /&gt;for you will answer me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called..but..&lt;br /&gt;Nombor yang anda dail tiada dalam perkhidmatannya. Sila cuba sebentar lagi..tut tut tut tut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4135602172462713965?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4135602172462713965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4135602172462713965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4135602172462713965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4135602172462713965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/tshuva.html' title='Tshuva'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1700644600569473737</id><published>2009-12-06T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:31:05.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say "Grace"</title><content type='html'>So blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to go along for shop blessing at my sis's fren's music school cum piano business. My introvert response was to refuse but i went anyway(bcz of piano la!! Tertarik, hati aku). I was tremendously blessed. A prayer answered at the moment we Amen. The person being prayed for, confessed of a dotted relationship with God, was bless by our sharing, our prayer and our presence! Joyful tears were shed, hugs were given, Hallelujah was praised and we were all so happy. What a great testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone  can truly be bless, He must first touch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#And like a flood his mercy rains&lt;br /&gt;Unending  love, amazing grace#&lt;br /&gt;-my chains are gone, Chris Tomlin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1700644600569473737?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1700644600569473737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1700644600569473737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1700644600569473737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1700644600569473737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-grace.html' title='say &quot;Grace&quot;'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3826938627477715623</id><published>2009-12-02T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:51:19.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat guy walking to the bank, suddenly he got hungry and telan the...</title><content type='html'>When u have enough to invest in a car, import or local, which one would u pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, imported cars are better in terms of style, engine and quality compared to locally produced cars. However, protons and peroduas are cheaper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we cannot enjoy a better spec like how we enjoy the price for local cars is because our researchers are running low on resources. When we stop the cash flow, the engineers all go to T or H company..haha..So we must support local cars!! Would u consider in local cars now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Not convincing? In a manufacturing company, resources are usually invest in the R&amp;amp;D dept. When the company has no cash, they will slow down the research. We don't get to enjoy good cars with low prices because the previous generation wouldnt buy local cars. now when its our time to get a car, we dun hv a better option but to get expensive cars. So in order to help the next generation, we must buy local cars. Convincing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?? Yeah, u think some hungry ppl will telan the money. Let me put it this way, even if got ppl too hungry, the R&amp;amp;D will still have increase cash flow one. For example, if today, the automobile company has 1mil profit quarterly and 20% is locate to R&amp;amp;D. Then R&amp;amp;D fat guy telan 50% on the way to the bank, so now they only have 10K. If we buy local car from our generation onwards, we can assume that the quarterly profit will increase to 5 mil. If similar alocation of resources is done, the fat guy still telan 50%, we will have 50K. See? there is a 400% increase for research dept. the fat guy cannot telan too much one, then other ppl will know what. Rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic? so now, u have 2 options&lt;br /&gt;1--buy local cars, suffer abit and allow ur children to enjoy cheap quality cars.&lt;br /&gt;2--buy 1 local car, buy 1 imported car. Keep the local car at home for show and utilise that beautiful imported car. So that ur children can enjoy cheap quality cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Well this is a very surface thinking. Please dun go and buy local cars before u do any survey ok? For any brand of cars, please do ur homework b4 u buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3826938627477715623?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3826938627477715623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3826938627477715623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3826938627477715623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3826938627477715623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-guy-walking-to-bank-suddenly-he-got.html' title='fat guy walking to the bank, suddenly he got hungry and telan the...'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4539715138811389049</id><published>2009-12-01T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:59:42.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my blogging habit</title><content type='html'>My blog is not a tool to impress u. I dont need to. I admit that i started blogging is because of influence. Wanting to educate my readers from my experience through the blogsphere was my real intention. You getting on the knowledge and understanding on the message is my best interest. I can learn to imitate Shakespeare, but if u cant understand it, what use is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the visitors cannot really understand if i write too deeply. So i choose to simplify it in order to reduce the stress and ease the reading. If the number of visit to my blog drop because ppl find it hard to digest, then what is the point for me to blog? My scope of audience is large and should be growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's y lor, how well i write does not matter, as long as i make sense. do u make sense? What are u feeding ur readers? happiness or sadness? encouragement or condemnation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIGO=&gt; garbage in garbage out. what u read is what u produce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4539715138811389049?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4539715138811389049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4539715138811389049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4539715138811389049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4539715138811389049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-my-blogging-habit.html' title='me and my blogging habit'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8553042567463237483</id><published>2009-11-29T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:02:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MandarinE</title><content type='html'>mandarin mandarine mandarin mandarine mandarin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. i tot i told u english not important ma. don't u think mandarin with an E looks better? like colours is better than color. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic la wei. kiasu-ness man. yala my english sucks therefore i need to convince all of u. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really, thats what i really think. bcz im taking too much time correcting my grammar when i blog. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8553042567463237483?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8553042567463237483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8553042567463237483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8553042567463237483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8553042567463237483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/mandarine.html' title='MandarinE'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-31974452046195128</id><published>2009-11-27T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:31:41.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>English very important ah?? I don't think so. WAIT. Just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is considered an international language. Yes! We would normally strike a conversation with english unless they looked jakun or u heard them speaking in their own tongues(language). We have been taught that english is important for everything in life. For example, job application. If you're well verse in english, others may look highly on you and you may stand a higher chance of getting employed. I'm amazed how some ppl can write so well. So well that often i would have to read 3 to 4 times to get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many ppl can speak english especially at the school where i am currently doing my degree. Even at work. At first, i would use english when i'm in contact with strangers in person or on the phone. However, most of them cannot understand. Then, i have to match other languages with the ppl im meeting or calling before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say i wanna call someone up to check on prices of light bulbs. I would go&lt;br /&gt;Hello? ---[NAME]---ah? Irena ah...Terra Kitchen(if they dun remember me/first time calling)&lt;br /&gt;see? all not english ma. Just names. Then they start talking in whatever language then only i'll converse with them. Most of the time i would speak cantonese, mandarine or bahasa to them. Seldom i would use english, made me alien. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should we spend too much time on learning a foreign language? (debate question on world speaker championship, China) I'm  not denying that english is essential or it should be abolish from our syllabus. I think having a good command in english is sufficient. Parents used to pressured their children to master english causing them to abandon other mother tongues. That's why most of the teenagers or young adults are stripped off from one of their original traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think most importantly, it is good enough when u understand what the text book and internet is all about and other ppl can understand u, does not really matter what language u speak. In fact, does not matter how well ur english is, as long as u make sense. Yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ah, since China is coming up like a hibernating dragon, everyone is trying to take up mandarine!! Thinking that one day they would be sent to china to discuss a multimillion project. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we lucky? if u cannot speak english and mandarine, u still have bahasa mer.&lt;br /&gt;ngek ngek ngek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-31974452046195128?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/31974452046195128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=31974452046195128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/31974452046195128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/31974452046195128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8637389421383082480</id><published>2009-11-26T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:06:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new.</title><content type='html'>Been a different year end. Done so many abnormal stuff. Haha,,i mean im doing stuff that ppl dun do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;1. Planning for wedding. Not mine. Gotta look through wedding cards, searching for bible verses and googling for printing templates, picking songs and all..gosh i need to book the nail artist for the photo shooting man. Woman like to do this kinda stuff. I enjoy doing it but when im reminded that it isn't my wedding, and it isnt my dream man, its just so sad. I think i need to look for a rich guy so that i can hire a wedding planner to do all this for me. Otherwise its just a me and him wedding..lolz  and God. He's gonna be there uninvited anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gluing tiles. Been running over to the hardware shop so often that the owner knows me very well. The tiles fell off so need to glue it back. Like squeezing cream to decorate cake. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You like presentations??? i have alot of these. but im listening to presentations on rocks and plastic..haha..granite and marble and quartz and acrylic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Accounts. Preparing for year end. I think book keeping is just boring. It's like copying whatever on the statement to exel. Finally making sure of what u copied is exactly what is on the statement. what use is that?? U might not know, we dun take cash, so its kinda stupid la. If we do take cash, then it'll be more challenging. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that never change is that every year, when im off from school, i'll join my sister's cell, and they have to talk about preparation for christmas party. Which reminds me, Christmas is coming. Presents anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool till my return *winks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8637389421383082480?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8637389421383082480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8637389421383082480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8637389421383082480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8637389421383082480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html' title='something new.'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-898177553416909577</id><published>2009-11-19T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:17:32.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazines are colourful</title><content type='html'>Reading magazines can be boring too. Yeah, if u read it like a text book. So i was just checking out some mag in the showroom office and i almost ter-sleep!! I didnt know browsing a mag can be so boring. Its like studying for exams, i've gotta pay alot of attention on the colour combination, materials, cabinetry, style and how to design certain types of weird shaped kitchen. SERIOUSLY, designing is not me. and i knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if u read a text book like a storybook, u'll find it interesting. One nite i was bunking in with my fren, then i browse her cabinet which shelf her textbook. There is this very interesting looking book titled "creativity". Plus a red cover made me pick it up. Then..&lt;br /&gt;She: "wow, u're actually reading it."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yeah, kinda interesting. No?"&lt;br /&gt;She: "I suppose so. Mayb its because u're not taking it as a text book."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "huh?? its a text book?? omg, im reading a text book and its interesting."&lt;br /&gt;i still find it interesting after knowing that's a text book. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i nvr really read magazines. Reading fashion magazines makes me self conscious. Not that its not good, but i find it disturbing. Its like hving constant auto-remind on the out dated cloths u own yet not hving the cash to get those in style. thats so depressing isn't it? Why waste so much of time and money on stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst..i plan to invest with my salary in shares next year. hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-898177553416909577?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/898177553416909577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=898177553416909577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/898177553416909577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/898177553416909577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/magazines-are-colourful.html' title='Magazines are colourful'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2607183251592835587</id><published>2009-11-15T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:20:28.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sv-rFWgPuFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UMxOenpWJ1E/s1600-h/aries.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 32px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404226186296408146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sv-rFWgPuFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UMxOenpWJ1E/s320/aries.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; click to enlarge lar. not testing ur eyesight here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sv-q8w3DbMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Ylazws1Zv5c/s1600-h/aries.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many of you also like that ler...&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/6565794169092913679-2607183251592835587?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2607183251592835587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2607183251592835587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2607183251592835587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2607183251592835587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sv-rFWgPuFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UMxOenpWJ1E/s72-c/aries.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6459536337187118083</id><published>2009-11-15T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:05:15.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open the Eyes of My Heart</title><content type='html'>Open the eys of my heart, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Open the eys of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to see You&lt;br /&gt;I want to see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the eyes of my heart, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Open the eyes of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to see You&lt;br /&gt;I want to see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see You high and lifted up&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the light of Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Pour out Your power and love&lt;br /&gt;As we sing holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;I want to see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Your are holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic praise from Paul Baloche. Reminds me so much of the moment, the romantic persue, the gentle wait for my acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i fell in love. Still in love. Always will be in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6459536337187118083?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6459536337187118083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6459536337187118083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6459536337187118083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6459536337187118083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-eyes-of-my-heart.html' title='Open the Eyes of My Heart'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8151307850327353660</id><published>2009-11-11T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:57:09.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An offended friend...</title><content type='html'>...is harder to win back than a fortified city Prov18:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that to win back a person’s friendship, trust and love is much much harder than a defended city. Win back it is. It’s not like he is a stranger that u are trying to build a relationship, but a friend to reconcile. Sometimes our self-centeredness may cost us of the trust and friendship we have for one another. Often, we would try to never hurt our friends because we know they are treasures. Once we lose them, we never have them back. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our family, to most of us, is our advisor, comforter and friend. We love them most abundantly comparing to those of our friend. Nevertheless, we let our mindless words and action cause the gap between us. Usually we wouldn’t fill the crack we made between ourselves taking for granted that time will do its job. Now that’s because we know perfectly that we have their unconditional love and forgiving is not an option. So when we are unkind, we know that they'll still be there the next morning. Therefore we hurt them unconsciously and heartlessly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The good thing is, since they know us like forever now, it’s easier for them to understand why we act or REACT the way we do. So they can love us again despite of our unreasonable..whatever..haha..well well, you must be guessing that I did something unkind rite? Yea I did, no need to guess. Even so, it’s still hard for me to say --I’m sorry.&lt;/p&gt;*singing: sorry seems to be the hardest word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I don’t know, u might not have the kind of family background as ideal as u imagine. You don’t have to resent or blame sky-man(GOD). You can let go and learn to love yourself and others too. You are not lucky enough to be born in such a family, but you have the opportunity to create THE ideal family. Allow your children the opportunity to live in a good family background and at the same time, give yourself a chance to build one.*winks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love yourself so that others know how to love you. *draw a heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8151307850327353660?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8151307850327353660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8151307850327353660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8151307850327353660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8151307850327353660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/offended-friend.html' title='An offended friend...'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5556463024113390136</id><published>2009-11-05T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:23:04.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to post</title><content type='html'>#wonder why u even click on the post after reading the title..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working life is sien...totally sien..especially u have nothing to do..like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS U PPL LEH!! Hope to start my new sem soon. Soon as in like tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ah, i realise that all the blogpost are so ...emo...Like all the blogpost i read also scold ppl one. Felt like kena hantam 99(kaukau) from the bloggers. Why la so emo? chill man. Dont over react to stuff that is not ur concern ler..life is simple if u just ignore it. Hah!! Emo-ness in the air~~&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! im crapping again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5556463024113390136?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5556463024113390136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5556463024113390136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5556463024113390136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5556463024113390136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-to-post.html' title='Nothing to post'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5832395335490881423</id><published>2009-10-31T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:56:09.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exocyclic double bond</title><content type='html'>calculating for the units are like calculating exocyclic double bonds for extended chromophore. At least a figure is provided for calculating the absorption wavelength on conjugated chromophore. Unlike quoting for kitchen cabinets, u've gotta draw the unit and sub-unit urself then only u can calculate. Loads to learn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5832395335490881423?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5832395335490881423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5832395335490881423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5832395335490881423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5832395335490881423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/exocyclic-double-bond.html' title='exocyclic double bond'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2298280095360291275</id><published>2009-10-31T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:05:18.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so good after all</title><content type='html'>First day working 2gthr with sis. The bad thing about working with ur choleric sister is that u have to learn everything!! Everything is from measuring, quoting, pricing, photo taking, supervising the construction, DRAWING dll. Gosh!! Imagine having 0% yet having to give 100%. If she were to gv me a test now, i'd most probably score for the calculation part. So i didnt do any quotation today. I'm not as confident as i look when i dun have the info i need. SUPLIES!! Yala, look confident only ma. No one say u hv to be how u look rite?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ifone got stolen while we're in the shop. This thief is so professional. Pretended to be a client and able to quote the kitchen soooo well. Then he left with the ifone claiming that he wanna get name card from the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So leh, today is not so good after all, aik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: if u dun remember, dll = dan lain-lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-2298280095360291275?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2298280095360291275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2298280095360291275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2298280095360291275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2298280095360291275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-good-after-all.html' title='not so good after all'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7314881306937083882</id><published>2009-10-30T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:36:59.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad news</title><content type='html'>My mom told me mama miao is gone for good. She was put to sleep this afternoon bfore picking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel? i dunno. All i know is she was paralyse from her waist down. Mayb she...according to mommy..had stroke or accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years leh this miao..no picture for u..i dun really like animals. Not that i hate them, i'm just not fond of them. Some ppl say that if u can look after a pet, u're ready to have kids. I can look after an iguana pretty well though. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7314881306937083882?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7314881306937083882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7314881306937083882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7314881306937083882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7314881306937083882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-news.html' title='bad news'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-2948237147547034647</id><published>2009-10-29T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:52:10.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>就算你再努力的喂母鸡吃茶叶， 它也不会生出茶叶蛋。&lt;br /&gt;no matter how u try to feed the hen with tea, it will nvr lay tea eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick now. I mean im down with flu, sore throat and cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-2948237147547034647?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/2948237147547034647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=2948237147547034647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2948237147547034647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/2948237147547034647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7422178869622626860</id><published>2009-10-25T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:54:44.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try this Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SuQRRH9Mq0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/IgwHSMcTclg/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SuQRRH9Mq0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/IgwHSMcTclg/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457239387876162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? This is not an IQ test. It's a form 2 science question. Maths question to me la. Try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still couldnt figure it out? Bcz its not  question. Its a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really challenged me weh...no wonder the students are failing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7422178869622626860?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7422178869622626860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7422178869622626860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7422178869622626860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7422178869622626860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-this-q.html' title='try this Q'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SuQRRH9Mq0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/IgwHSMcTclg/s72-c/IMG_1556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4709991013058163862</id><published>2009-10-24T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:33:37.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>共同点</title><content type='html'>Friends are like stars..&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many friends. But i have many good friends, those really close ones. I only invest in a handful of people because too many of 'em, i'll loose track on them. I love my friends, like caring for them, cry on shoulders, listen to them blabbing. We do lots of crazy stuff together and they influence my life alot. Certain hobbies and likings i have were introduced by my friends. My life is really boring and plain without them. Sometimes i remember them when i do certain things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dislike pan mee. But i love em now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cry when i take spicy food. Now and then, i have cravings for tom yam and nasi lemak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think sudoku is boriiiing. I win most of the sudoku challenges with my friends now. Even went for sudoku competition. GG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think that im too old for manga and comics. I have collection of some classic manga which i have to hide it from my brother. Else, self-own-ism will happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wonder if rubik's cube is for children. I have 2 myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like satay. Love satay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think shopaholic(its a book) are for girls. Now i collects sophie kinsella's books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think durian cendol is yuckie. Its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think blogging are for people who cannot speak for themselves. Pathetically they want everyone to know what they think but dare not say.. haha..cowards...but now i think this is the only way i can catch up with u now. blogs, facebook, msn...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These are stuff we shared and enjoy and still do. I don't really keep up with my old friends. I live in the "now" era. I make new friends and i move on. I just realized that those close ones that i'm sharing my greatest moment and deepest feelings will soon be out of the picture in 1 1/2 years time. Then i'll transit into a whole new world. Whoa, like that i better dun tell them so much about me lar..haha..no la, still love u okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might think i'm cruel. But lets be real. Friend are only real when u shared the same interest. When u leave high school, u have nothing in common with ur ex-school mates. even when u meet up, u tend to chat abt what happen years ago. U dont share what happenin in ur life now. Like when i meet with my frens at home. we talk about what happen when we work together or whats going on at the place i used to work . Apart from that, u have different schedule and time table. Some of my frens hv different holidays, some are working and others are busy with thier fmli. Inevitably hard to gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that u might never again appear in the still shots of the story on my film, close or not, YOU are the sound tracks playing behind that makes the movie. I do remember u sometimes when im doing one of those stuff u taught me.. I may not recall what and fail to list it down, but i'll know it when im doing, eating or reading it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all my friends out there. One day i may not love u or sayang u like i do now, but u're important. So i'll take every opportunity now to tell u how much i treasure u, even if it's not my greatest intention to know u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4709991013058163862?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4709991013058163862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4709991013058163862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4709991013058163862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4709991013058163862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='共同点'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3090158917533243799</id><published>2009-10-20T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:10:02.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>this is strange. cant seem to post comments on bloggie. mayb she knows i dun like comments. hahaha..will fix it soon if i know how. else jz wait til next sem when there's some one willing to help me get it right. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3090158917533243799?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3090158917533243799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3090158917533243799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3090158917533243799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3090158917533243799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7367429693919728897</id><published>2009-10-19T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:00:58.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discriminated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pharyngula.org/images/calvin_on_girls.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 380px;" src="http://pharyngula.org/images/calvin_on_girls.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what they think. i feel so discriminated. just because im a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might not agree with what i do . but let me tell u this, I don't agree with what u think either, sucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's y males are easier to clique with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7367429693919728897?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7367429693919728897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7367429693919728897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7367429693919728897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7367429693919728897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/discriminated.html' title='discriminated'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6339951165598108501</id><published>2009-10-19T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:48:04.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>u know what happen yesterday rite? first launching of 1 malaysia at ipoh lo. we had to go there to "represent" UTAR. Everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love malaysia. not because we r independent or capable or the fact that we're a 3rd world country, its because God has given me a good land. Malaysia is still a land of milk and honey. The very fact that we're less advance just proof that the land is still very much virgin. The only problem is them. I believe they had a good speeeeeech yesterday but i wasnt listening. expected lah. They have a good heart its just that they are chained. So engross in wealth, position and recognition which cause them to talk alot of what cant be seen. I believe they are human too. Not robots. I do believe somewhere in them are moved when they prepared those speech. If not, why would they do it. They do know what IS right thou. I believe the situation of our country break many of their hearts. just that their personal desires oppressing the 1 mehsia spirit in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of belonging He said. U need to love something or someplace to feel belong. U have to love the country to belong. We complain complain and complain about this country. We want different. Well let me put a simple sense in u. U want a difference? Be different. "Be" is a word of action. We all know that many are said but none are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder then words. I dun understand who created this phrase.&lt;br /&gt;Talking =  words coming out from ur mouth. And talking IS an action.&lt;br /&gt;I would put it&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk the talk, but walk the talk&lt;br /&gt;If u ask me, i'd say just walk and shaddap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is less than perfect. Usually it's the imperfection that charge us. But we're not standing up. No one is rising. We're a pretty comfortable in this chaos, huh? Many of us have a perception that it will not work so we wait and see. u wait lah 慢慢等. U want it to change, then u've got to change it. not wait. so we complained, and suggest what is to be done. but WE are not doing anything. this makes us like them, talk and do nothing. see? Ever look into the mirror before u judge? What have we done so far? Brain washing our children before they can even talk and teach them how to hate others? tell them that the country is not treating them fairly. Ask them to be racist. Tell the youngs that the country is lousy. why dont u teach them how to love it and embrace ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ownership is when u go to ur frens house, u'd open the fridge first. u know he is fren when he allows u. And he'd know u are fren when u open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia will be different because i'm a malaysian. Can u say this? Search ur heart. cant find it? then surge it. I believe malaysia will change because i'm a malaysian. I cant change the world but i can touch the ppl around me and they might change the world. It's gotta start somewhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love malaysia. Because God gave me a land as good as it is. Its up to me to treasure it, to change it. I will live in malaysia and work here because i want to see revival. there will be. soon. i believe not because the situation is getting worse. not because we have great ppl coming up. because i have a great God. God that allows me to move mountain with a mustard seed faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u dont agree with me then just shut up. Im not forcing u to accept it okay? u chose to read it wad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6339951165598108501?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6339951165598108501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6339951165598108501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6339951165598108501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6339951165598108501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4921307321234596489</id><published>2009-10-14T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:22:35.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine and me</title><content type='html'>Have u tried sleeping with ur eyes close but ur brain is still running? Like u put on the stand-by mode on ur pc. So the pc has no output but the processor is still running to keep everything in place. It feels like u're dreaming but u're conscious with ur eyes close. Am i making any sense at all? So this is what happened. I had teh tarik at 7.30pm just now and i "slept" for 3 hours. Im conscious while i was "sleeping" so i decided to waste some energy by doing some cleaning. Now im wide awake playing free cell while waiting for some movies to load....im hungry...and cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena + Caffiene = lotsa crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i had to study i bet i would be sleeping right now. but the fact is i dun hv to, so im hyper. crap. At least ur pc wont gv itself random task while on stand-by mode. my brain does..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished i had warcraft installed in my pc now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4921307321234596489?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4921307321234596489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4921307321234596489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4921307321234596489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4921307321234596489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine and me'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1317003631341606636</id><published>2009-10-14T03:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:03:34.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemor</title><content type='html'>Went to Chemor for the past 2 days. Its a small town(i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZBIx3TdI/AAAAAAAAAig/nHPyyP0cobI/s1600-h/Picture+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZBIx3TdI/AAAAAAAAAig/nHPyyP0cobI/s320/Picture+412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173267429051858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, we had fish head bihoon(鱼头米)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZBrAO6pI/AAAAAAAAAio/7y3gKjofGgM/s1600-h/Picture+414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZBrAO6pI/AAAAAAAAAio/7y3gKjofGgM/s320/Picture+414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173276616125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sien edi then go to chepor's waterfall.. the water only reaches up till my hip..GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZCYCXBQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VnGyVNHYAo4/s1600-h/Picture+418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZCYCXBQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VnGyVNHYAo4/s320/Picture+418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173288704640258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool thing i found *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that drains me is the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT allow me to drink caffeinated beverages, else u'll find me cleaning the house and blogging at this hour. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1317003631341606636?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1317003631341606636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1317003631341606636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1317003631341606636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1317003631341606636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/chemor.html' title='Chemor'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/StTZBIx3TdI/AAAAAAAAAig/nHPyyP0cobI/s72-c/Picture+412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5777432922314487491</id><published>2009-10-11T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:27:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selangor/KL</title><content type='html'>I dun understand why ppl like to come here for vacation. Basically there's nothing fun here(mayb to me). So tell me, what can i do in Selangor/KL except for shopping? i dun wanna spend too much in my outings. tell me k babes?? gimme idea on how to spend my time here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: i have a fren that ask me to visit the paddy field. THE PADDY FIELD!!! whats there to see?? paddy and frogs? will go anyway..haha..with her...lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5777432922314487491?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5777432922314487491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5777432922314487491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5777432922314487491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5777432922314487491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/selangorkl.html' title='Selangor/KL'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-3476957542531254094</id><published>2009-10-08T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:20:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c-7U4BtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/9JZtwrXLaGM/s1600-h/Picture+426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c-7U4BtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/9JZtwrXLaGM/s320/Picture+426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390136933923423954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2bhWyD4xI/AAAAAAAAAho/iNb9A-PxL-0/s1600-h/Picture+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2bhWyD4xI/AAAAAAAAAho/iNb9A-PxL-0/s320/Picture+432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390135326385890066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c9tOSrmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/m5njWw19zFs/s1600-h/Picture+436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c9tOSrmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/m5njWw19zFs/s320/Picture+436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390136912957845090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2e4UoGjtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VmxwqiDEi-8/s1600-h/Picture+441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2e4UoGjtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VmxwqiDEi-8/s320/Picture+441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390139019479125714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2e35Pfn9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/7zDoYto2X_0/s1600-h/Picture+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2e35Pfn9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/7zDoYto2X_0/s320/Picture+439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390139012128153554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c-TqzYwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/miN6LF6nu7k/s1600-h/Picture+438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c-TqzYwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/miN6LF6nu7k/s320/Picture+438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390136923277976322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2e44XvmrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rNqHUpli8pg/s1600-h/Picture+452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2e44XvmrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rNqHUpli8pg/s320/Picture+452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390139029074188978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i know its late. the internet in kampar is so slow. had to do it at pj. lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-3476957542531254094?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/3476957542531254094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=3476957542531254094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3476957542531254094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/3476957542531254094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/cameron-2.html' title='Cameron 2'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Ss2c-7U4BtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/9JZtwrXLaGM/s72-c/Picture+426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-200565203781247211</id><published>2009-10-06T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:33:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sPeEcHLesS</title><content type='html'>He must be joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first He asked me to do something&lt;br /&gt;then He went screw everything up for me&lt;br /&gt;telling me that i cant do anything to it adds up to the chaos He created in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u every felt at a point of ur life ur just helpless? its like there so much u could have done but u CANT do anything? There is so much of...crap going on. Imagine superman is running out of superpowers. considering all the super stuff he did, then suddenly he cant do anymore. Like he cant react to the siren calling a couple of yards away. He's just ordinary now...how useless that would have felt.. useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling even worse. I still have my superpowers. just that its of no use. That make me even more useless now. feels like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway im fine. i'll just wait. thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-200565203781247211?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/200565203781247211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=200565203781247211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/200565203781247211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/200565203781247211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/speechless.html' title='sPeEcHLesS'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8301339948507194703</id><published>2009-10-04T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:56:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what??!!</title><content type='html'>my watch is missing. its hiding from me.&lt;br /&gt;my pendrive(aquaria) is missing too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED THEM for goodness sake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8301339948507194703?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8301339948507194703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8301339948507194703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8301339948507194703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8301339948507194703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/what.html' title='what??!!'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1306389421919110685</id><published>2009-10-03T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:09:37.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dependant</title><content type='html'>I realised that there are some things i cant do it by myself. even if i try, it would take alot from me. 事倍工半&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1306389421919110685?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1306389421919110685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1306389421919110685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1306389421919110685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1306389421919110685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/10/dependancy.html' title='dependant'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-4227426409699171206</id><published>2009-09-28T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:21:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron 1</title><content type='html'>I'm back!! since yesterday. but the internet service was sooooo bad that i couldnt upload the pix..&lt;br /&gt;finally...So b4 we hop on the bus to cameron, we went to this coffee shop called kaki bukit for breakfast. The lil shop was decorated with lotsa stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sr7iet_hN-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/E7kCVPoNgko/s1600-h/Picture+415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sr7iet_hN-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/E7kCVPoNgko/s320/Picture+415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385991221751658466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAaZsfB2sI/AAAAAAAAAgY/htJrfwiEoLU/s1600-h/Picture+417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAaZsfB2sI/AAAAAAAAAgY/htJrfwiEoLU/s320/Picture+417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386334183075470018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the chun-ted cameras.. the middle one is an old machine man..awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sr7id1bXY3I/AAAAAAAAAgI/xNjrZWPEAmI/s1600-h/Picture+414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sr7id1bXY3I/AAAAAAAAAgI/xNjrZWPEAmI/s320/Picture+414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385991206567633778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the olden days grinder. There are more but i was short of time. gotta hurry and gobble up my food now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAbqzpLTkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7lJckY5k9mw/s1600-h/Picture+421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAbqzpLTkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7lJckY5k9mw/s320/Picture+421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386335576566484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAbrcbSEVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TQXxmyAiOdY/s1600-h/Picture+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAbrcbSEVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TQXxmyAiOdY/s320/Picture+422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386335587514061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to ipoh after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all now, continue tmrw ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-4227426409699171206?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/4227426409699171206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=4227426409699171206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4227426409699171206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/4227426409699171206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-since-yesterday.html' title='Cameron 1'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/Sr7iet_hN-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/E7kCVPoNgko/s72-c/Picture+415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-788270240901398928</id><published>2009-09-26T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:48:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>cameron now.&lt;br /&gt;upload pix tomo.&lt;br /&gt;internet sucks over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-788270240901398928?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/788270240901398928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=788270240901398928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/788270240901398928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/788270240901398928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5485420296026854915</id><published>2009-09-26T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:07:42.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whensodiumgoeswild^^</title><content type='html'>lemme tell u&lt;br /&gt;sodium is a very reactive element found from the earth's crust. It reacts vigorously with almost anything, especially water. So when u throw sodium in water, it will react and start running wild..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im in the "whensodiumgoeswild" mode now... ^^&lt;br /&gt;i took 5 busses today.&lt;br /&gt;1 from kampar to ipoh's medan kit.&lt;br /&gt;1 from medan kit to ipoh perade.&lt;br /&gt;1 from ipoh perade to medan kit.&lt;br /&gt;1 from medan kit to kampar.&lt;br /&gt;Then the last one from kampar to medan kit.&lt;br /&gt;bcz my siao(crazy) brain wanna go ipoh this morning to get travelling bag.&lt;br /&gt;after the bag's case.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go cameron.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am now at jee lip house, blogging...&lt;br /&gt;tell u something. i packed my bag in 2 minutes flat. after we hop off the bus at kampar. we jogged home, packed and walk back to the bus stop in fear we might miss the last bus..&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;ooi ooi now..byebye&lt;br /&gt;my holiday is getting very exciting now~~hehehe..as expected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5485420296026854915?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5485420296026854915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5485420296026854915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5485420296026854915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5485420296026854915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/whensodiumgoeswild.html' title='whensodiumgoeswild^^'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-9125007118602448614</id><published>2009-09-25T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:49:13.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Lak</title><content type='html'>after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrwsLLwff5I/AAAAAAAAAgA/pA1EbT95nHY/s1600-h/Picture+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrwsLLwff5I/AAAAAAAAAgA/pA1EbT95nHY/s320/Picture+395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385227825074634642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAjWgLexKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/QZPUggm89Kw/s1600-h/Picture+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAjWgLexKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/QZPUggm89Kw/s320/Picture+404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344023837295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAhA1ipBfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8CILTk42kVE/s1600-h/Picture+398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAhA1ipBfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8CILTk42kVE/s320/Picture+398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341452591203826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAhAWuJ2eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/LeFbU21mx4o/s1600-h/Picture+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAhAWuJ2eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/LeFbU21mx4o/s320/Picture+399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341444317993442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAg_qFbWYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/U1tbAkG44So/s1600-h/Picture+396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAg_qFbWYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/U1tbAkG44So/s320/Picture+396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341432336013698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shy guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAjXQD5FGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2l7Djd-SDk0/s1600-h/Picture+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAjXQD5FGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2l7Djd-SDk0/s320/Picture+405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344036690367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful girl. eating also wanna pose..lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAjWK6_b9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/CemW3oWIh_A/s1600-h/Picture+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SsAjWK6_b9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/CemW3oWIh_A/s320/Picture+400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344018130989010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got one while she was eating..muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the brieveity.. really very bz leh..i like ;o*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-9125007118602448614?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/9125007118602448614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=9125007118602448614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/9125007118602448614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/9125007118602448614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/pot-lak.html' title='Pot Lak'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrwsLLwff5I/AAAAAAAAAgA/pA1EbT95nHY/s72-c/Picture+395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-5402052412416862464</id><published>2009-09-25T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:45:40.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>back in 2005 i was selected for National Service ,NS (kononnya service). I hated that idea. Totally sucky. The worse part is, among all my frenz, i was the ONLY one chosen. SH*T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all the more sucky when we were the first few batches. the camp site was not equipped. The rain then was making the place muddy and damp. Then u'll have to get up 5.30 in the morning by the siren and do morning exercise. killing me slowly with the siren.&lt;br /&gt;U see, at the camp, all u want is sleep and food!! bcz all the activities drains u. I remember we'll climb on the bed whenever, i mean whenever, we had the time to just close our eyes even if it was for a wink. We would take a 1 minute, 2 minute, 10 minute or 30 minute nap. damn funny now..hahahaha...but we had 6 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp turned out alright. Had alot of fun. Made may frenz. Brushed up my BM and cried at its end. When it ended, i told my self this is it. The end. i will nvr b able to come back to a NS camp anymore. The NS camp is a restricted area. unless u have relatives or fren to visit, otherwise is a no no. miss that place, the uniform, the siren( haha..i do), the marching, ohh i love marching..im not crazy, jz very crazy...and i didnt get to do the flying fox or hold a M16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, in approximately 5 days time, im heading back to NS camp, to play...hahahaha...y go back if u cant use the facilities?? Going back bcz the church camp is at the NS camp site.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wont get to do the flying fox or hold a M16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-5402052412416862464?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5402052412416862464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=5402052412416862464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5402052412416862464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/5402052412416862464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/ns.html' title='NS'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6495365347824717984</id><published>2009-09-23T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:48:50.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>gonna have the last paper in 4 hours and 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again, i'll be bored to death with nothing to do here..crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6495365347824717984?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6495365347824717984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6495365347824717984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6495365347824717984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6495365347824717984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1194744843927578447</id><published>2009-09-18T10:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:27:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing..</title><content type='html'>Optimus prime... taadaadaadaa *imagine there's d transformers song s backgrnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrJTF_YrHUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SKsO6z9cwA4/s1600-h/Picture+394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrJTF_YrHUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SKsO6z9cwA4/s320/Picture+394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382455867040537922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrJTGQ5r-FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/E0htf1I_dXM/s1600-h/Picture+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrJTGQ5r-FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/E0htf1I_dXM/s320/Picture+403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382455871742408786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all full leh..power sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL47SjqbvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/VvbdgkDUM4s/s1600-h/Picture+411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL47SjqbvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/VvbdgkDUM4s/s320/Picture+411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382638202138554098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so suai(handsome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL48ZKYFFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Iw9srJFofBc/s1600-h/Picture+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL48ZKYFFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Iw9srJFofBc/s320/Picture+404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382638221091411026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL6EtR3Q5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/k_fdeK_yBbU/s1600-h/Picture+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL6EtR3Q5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/k_fdeK_yBbU/s320/Picture+413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382639463442105234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smaller than bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL6FObF23I/AAAAAAAAAf4/q7Q7VNYKd0Q/s1600-h/Picture+407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrL6FObF23I/AAAAAAAAAf4/q7Q7VNYKd0Q/s320/Picture+407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382639472339180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...looks like bee more power now..GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, its a gift frm a fren..thx^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1194744843927578447?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1194744843927578447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1194744843927578447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1194744843927578447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1194744843927578447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/introducing.html' title='Introducing..'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SrJTF_YrHUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SKsO6z9cwA4/s72-c/Picture+394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-1594270112598829650</id><published>2009-09-14T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:40:19.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too late to miss</title><content type='html'>i just found out that a fren of mine passed away last month. late, i know.&lt;br /&gt;i viewed his fb in order to confirm the news.&lt;br /&gt;i just could not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears on my cheeks are the only words i can afford now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-1594270112598829650?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1594270112598829650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=1594270112598829650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1594270112598829650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/1594270112598829650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-late-to-miss.html' title='too late to miss'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-7617947239424524642</id><published>2009-09-12T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:50:20.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>另眼相看</title><content type='html'>Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;2 person were challenged to prove their manliness.&lt;br /&gt;The first guy took it up to show his machoness.&lt;br /&gt;Another one had to  admit he has got no balls&lt;br /&gt;just to protect the one true to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;total RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpected but not shocking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-7617947239424524642?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/7617947239424524642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=7617947239424524642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7617947239424524642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/7617947239424524642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='另眼相看'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-6873516488130868736</id><published>2009-09-08T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:42:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know</title><content type='html'>why is the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqYJxm9vXFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-bQvvk4GJR4/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqYJxm9vXFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-bQvvk4GJR4/s320/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378997552818379858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atmospheric gases or air molecules scatters blue light more than other wavelengths, giving the earth a blue halo effect. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;cite&gt;math.ucr.edu/home/baez/physics/.../&lt;b&gt;BlueSky&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;blue&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;b&gt;sky&lt;/b&gt;.html)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why!!&lt;br /&gt;someone used to tell me that the sky is white and the clouds are blue...u know who u r!! lol *winks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-6873516488130868736?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6873516488130868736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=6873516488130868736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6873516488130868736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/6873516488130868736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqYJxm9vXFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-bQvvk4GJR4/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565794169092913679.post-8097109393846320550</id><published>2009-09-06T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:17:56.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacesetters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqMamfkrOZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/huDy-hff57w/s1600-h/Picture+386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqMamfkrOZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/huDy-hff57w/s320/Picture+386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378171628623182226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run lor..not bad..nature is good. Kampar is a beauty. If i were a man, i would marry it..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqMam2wgD0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/XjX2f0XAIZs/s1600-h/Picture+387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqMam2wgD0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/XjX2f0XAIZs/s320/Picture+387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378171634846797634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the uncle and auntie...ran ahead of me...GG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565794169092913679-8097109393846320550?l=su2dutchlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8097109393846320550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565794169092913679&amp;postID=8097109393846320550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8097109393846320550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565794169092913679/posts/default/8097109393846320550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su2dutchlady.blogspot.com/2009/09/pacesetters.html' title='Pacesetters'/><author><name>Irena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205666256474753832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SaCzm_MSUkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nyqO-_vqk98/S220/DSC01630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sycByJbWgWY/SqMamfkrOZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/huDy-hff57w/s72-c/Picture+386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
