<?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-11731164</id><updated>2011-09-01T21:30:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuen's Recipe</title><subtitle type='html'>-neverending tales about my life-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8317531957645420220</id><published>2009-02-20T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:19:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I was just reminiscing back when I first started working here for my internship. My first day here was so boring and I was complaining by when will this 3 months end. With a glimpse of an eye, it's now over. It's my last day today. To be frank, I'm starting to miss this office already. Although it was boring at times, actually most of the time, and hate waking up early morning and always complaining that I don't have enough of sleep, but still I will miss my time here very much. I truly will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that it's over and I will be going for holidays tomorrow. I'm sad that I have to leave this place, realizing that time passes by too fast and I will be starting classes soon. So much had happened through out the holidays. Some bad some good. Classes are starting soon which means I need to start to get serious again. Is it good, is it bad? I don't know. I'll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I played so much in the earlier years, I now have to extend another semester, if not, I would had already finished by now and starting to look for jobs like my other friends. This time this year in uni, the aura will be different. No more big groups like I used to have...No more craziness...No more fun...I hope this 4 months of this semester will pass by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss everyone. All my friends. I really miss uni days. Though I have another semester, but it's different now. All my other close friends are now off to different roads. Departing during uni days is just like departing high school and college. Oh dear how fast time past. I always hate feelings like this. The feeling of having to lose something in your life. Not only someone, but losing the time we used to had, losing some friends because they are going somewhere else to further their studies, losing the company of so many friends, losing those days where we celebrated everyone's birthday together, losing a lot of things we used to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so hollow now. I don't know why. I just feel that everything is thorn from me. Everything I used to have is now gone. I have to start a whole new life again. Transition from nursery, then kindergarten, then primary, then secondary, then college, then university and now working. It's sometimes hard for me to accept a sudden transition. Though I know it will come, but sometimes I never expect it would be so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost. Is like as if, someone threw me somewhere which I'm not familiar with and I have to learn to be familiar again. I never like departures. But I always enjoy arrivals. People come people go, my mum always tells me that. It's true, but it's always very hard for me to get over it. I have to learn to be strong in this matter. I'm really weak in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be stronger. I will learn to be stronger though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8317531957645420220?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8317531957645420220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8317531957645420220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8317531957645420220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8317531957645420220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-390782331814406541</id><published>2009-02-18T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:40:56.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chin Huang    =)</title><content type='html'>I'm not myself today. I don't know why. It's like I left something in my dreams. I woke up this morning and I felt different. I can't explain how is it like, but it's just different. Came to work today like usual but all the supervisors were not in. 2 to the site and another 2 to the tender's office for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to wish dear Chin Huang happy birthday! You're 23 now. You should be wiser and more alert in whatever you're doing! I wish you all the best in looking for a proper and decent job and also in all your undertakings! May God bless you...   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Weng Wai and Halim, I hope you guys are doing good there so far although you guys are there for less than half a day. I wish you all the best there as well. I'm starting to miss you guys already. Luckily I didn't send them off, if not, my eyes will be flooded in tears and I will get swollen eyes when I wake up this morning. While I was on the way back driving thinking that both of them are leaving already made me teared a little, what more if I see them boarding the plane and leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what people always say. Things come things go. And more of that will soon to come. This is life. We just have to accept it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish mine isn't that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-390782331814406541?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/390782331814406541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=390782331814406541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/390782331814406541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/390782331814406541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-chin-huang.html' title='Happy Birthday Chin Huang    =)'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6616531786405707224</id><published>2009-02-17T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:03:23.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Weng Wai and Halim</title><content type='html'>Time flies...A month ago I booked mt tickets to Jakarta and in 4 days time, I'm flying off there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, after our final exams, Weng Wai and Halim were just deciding to do their masters in Melbourne, Australia, and TONIGHT, they will be flying there already! Gosh I will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since SAM, Taylors I met Weng Wai but only got closer to him when we were in Monash and Halim since first year, after 4 years, I can't believe that now, I will only see them after 9 months or more when I used to see them practically everyday during University days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halim the brilliant brainy who always helps me with my studies and Weng Wai the magnificent kind hearted and hardworking who always encourages people to never give up and also always lend a helping hand when you need help (apart from studies) will be departing at 00:50 18th February 2009. I pray that you both will have a safe flight all the way to Melbourne and of course DO NOT FORGET ME here!!! LOL!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely miss you guys alot! But it's ok lar...nowadays the technology so efficient already! hehe...this year will be a year where I won't be able to celebrate my birthday without the presence of you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wai Loon maybe together with Ah Dai will try out best to go over to Melbourne and visit you guys. I can imagine it will be a blast if we really made it over there for holidays! Wish that we'll strike lottery lar and confirm expenses all paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage! Adios! Selamat Tinggal! Good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6616531786405707224?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6616531786405707224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6616531786405707224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6616531786405707224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6616531786405707224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-weng-wai-and-halim.html' title='Farewell Weng Wai and Halim'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8705674153764095784</id><published>2009-02-17T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:13:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been blogging for weeks, ever since CNY started till today. I had been busy going out, not only house visiting but also catching up with all my dear old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, "A new year a new beginning". Will I be able to achieve that? I really hope I can. How am I feeling deep down inside me is unexplainable. No matter how close the person is to me, I still can't express it out to that person. Usually I can but maybe as I grow older I tend to feel that those problems are just meant to stay in me and not trouble other people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and hope every night before I go to sleep that God will show me a way to walk my life. I wish He could sometimes show it to me in my dreams. I know how I want my life to be it's up to me but yet I still need guidance. I don't want to live a life full of regrets. I want to live a life full of happiness. I always wants the best for people around me especially my close buddies and boy friend although sometimes I make them sad and offended them, but I still wants the best for them. No matter how sick I am, how tired I am, how down I am, how broke I am, I'll still try my very best to make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an only child which of course is considered to be lucky! Yes, I totally agree with it. I can't be any luckier to be my parent's one an only child, but at the same time, I am also full of sorrows. Some flew to me naturally and I guess some were caused by the decisions I made. I always try not to regret what had happened and what had I done wrong last time because it will just make me weaker. Instead, I take it as another lesson learned to help me be a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am not perfectly an obedient daughter, a brilliant friend or a fantastic girlfriend. Yet, I still try hard enough to be one. Sometimes I try so hard, that it will end up disappointing me. I always wish things were much easier to be handled. The older I get the more problems I encounter. It's good in a way that I learn more when I'm younger so that I can be a better person in future rather than learning it later and being worst when I'm much older. It is also bad in away that if I cannot handle it well enough, I will jsut fall into depression one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really need a long break away from KL. It will be better if it's overseas. I need to relax my mind for a while to see things clearly. What I really want and need in my life. How I want my life to be. Who do I want to live my life with. I always believe God is there to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Pictures of CNY and other random outing will be posted up another day! Sorry peeps!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8705674153764095784?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8705674153764095784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8705674153764095784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8705674153764095784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8705674153764095784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-not-been-blogging-for-weeks-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6131291702634031686</id><published>2009-01-23T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:04:55.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY is just 2 days away......so fast it's here already...so what am I going to look forward next? My trip to Jakarta? Hmmmm...maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that this intership is coming to an end, but I'm not excited to start classes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human's are never satisfied with anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6131291702634031686?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6131291702634031686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6131291702634031686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6131291702634031686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6131291702634031686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-is-just-2-days-away.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-9080101696272734727</id><published>2009-01-22T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:11:04.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolph the Red Nose OX</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. One stupid damn blardy pimple suddenly popped up yesterday morning right on the middle of my nose and Chinese New Year is just 3 days away! What and "ang pau" for me...!&lt;br /&gt;My itchy hands tried to press it when it's just beginning to grow. So now it's worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in to office today and almost everyone asked me what happened to my nose!? Wow, I didn't know it's that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that by the EVE of CNY, it will be gone and my face will be clear again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-9080101696272734727?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/9080101696272734727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=9080101696272734727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/9080101696272734727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/9080101696272734727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/rudolph-red-nose-ox.html' title='Rudolph the Red Nose OX'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-362006651842823120</id><published>2009-01-22T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:08:19.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dear Ling Ying!</title><content type='html'>*Her birthday was actually yesterday but then I was busy yesterday so I didn't had the chance to blog. Here is the a little bit late wish for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ling Ying,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ling Ying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're another year older now, which marks another year wider??!! LOL!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may you have a great year ahead and also years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-362006651842823120?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/362006651842823120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=362006651842823120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/362006651842823120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/362006651842823120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dear-ling-ying.html' title='Happy Birthday Dear Ling Ying!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2459656378834605686</id><published>2009-01-21T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:10:14.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>I watched bedtime stories last night. It was a nice comedy movie. Well as usual having Adam Sandler starring in comedy movies like that is always funny! I liked the cute little guinea pig "Bugsy"...it's SOOO cute..look at the eyes....so rounded and huge...fake yet funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF only bedtime stories applies to us in reality! Wow then, I can't imagine how the entire world will be like. It will either be full of chaos or happiness, but I think it would be more chaos than happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2459656378834605686?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2459656378834605686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2459656378834605686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2459656378834605686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2459656378834605686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/bedtime-stories.html' title='Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4394601676535829133</id><published>2009-01-19T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:06:30.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is just around the corner. Can you believe how fast time pass? Before that I was anticipating for Christmas, then to Malacca, then New Year's, then Bangkok, then Seremban and now, CNY! AND after that will be Jakarta and Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies but my problems don't. Either I don't know how to solve it, or the problems are just never ending. No doubt everyone has their own problems as well, but then mine is sometimes more complicated and in fact sometimes, I start it myself. AARRGGHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder if ever I was more innocent in life, maybe I won't be who I am today. Not that I'm bad or anything, is just that, I'm very outgoing and I am a very social girl. I get along very fast with people I just met. If ever I was that innocent in life, maybe I won't go through ups and downs that I'd been through, maybe I won't know how to smoke, drink or even club, maybe I don't even need to know how tough a relationship can be. I may just be a homely girl, always at home, helping my parents, study excellently, find a good job, bump into a guy who I think is the one for me, and finally settling down and get married. Won't life be much simpler then though it's boring!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am already who I am years ago. I'm just looking for answers which will make things clearer for me. I've chosen this path, and there's nobody to be blamed besides myself and to be honest, I don't regret it at all. I'm still enjoying my life as much as I can and I will try to deal with any problem that I encountered along the way. If it's something least important, I will just try to ignore it and pay attention to much more important things like finish my studies, then slowly build up my career and earning enough to support MYSELF! Yeah you heard me right, support myself, not my BF, HUSBANDS or SCANDALS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4394601676535829133?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4394601676535829133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4394601676535829133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4394601676535829133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4394601676535829133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-270618406249903589</id><published>2009-01-19T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:19:37.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Yes, I got my hair restyled on Saturday. Sat there for 7 hours just to get it straightened, coloured, treated and cut. I will post the pic of my new look after Wednesday. I want to surprised my dear friend Ling Ying, so I shall not post any pictures for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see!!!!~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-270618406249903589?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/270618406249903589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=270618406249903589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/270618406249903589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/270618406249903589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1239579088841735190</id><published>2009-01-16T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:20:38.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had chicken rice for lunch this afternoon. After eating, the chicken meat got trapped between my tooth. I used a tooth pick to try to release it, and guess what, more than that came out. My filling also came out!!!! The last time I filled this hole, was around 4 to 5 months ago, and so fast is already out!!! The first time when I did it lasted for years and this one only for months...What the..........$$%%^%*@!! Now I have to make an appointment with the dentist again. I guess I'll just have to skip few hours of work to fill my tooth again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 and the half more hours and it's the end of my 9th week here. meaning there is another 3 more weeks...However officially, I took an additional week, so means another month here. It's okay. During the first week here, I always hope for time to pass faster but now, I hope it will be slower because I'm starting to get a hang of this working place, and I"m sure I will miss all my colleagues here when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I need to head to the car wash. My car looks filthy from the outside. Inside is still ok. But I can't stand it. I don't have time tomorrow because whole day will be spent in the saloon, and Sunday will be accompanying my parents out. So what the heck, since I don't plan to hang out with my friends tonight, I might as well do it tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching for hotels in Jakarta and a tour guide from Jakarta to Bandung. Anyone has any recommendation? I will be flying on the 21st of February so I need to find them soon. If you have interesting places for us to visit there, please do let us know! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and I'm still looking for my "cheong sam". I want to look for a red one this year. It's my lucky colour this year I hope. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream to go for holidays in Australia this year might not be able to achieved due to lack of cash. I will be going to Jakarta, then Bandung and then to Bali in July, half my savings are donated for these trips, so I wonder how am I going to go to Australia. Maybe I have to postponed it unless someone wants to donate some cash to me or sponsor me, or maybe kind enough to give me a 4D number to buy! LOL!!!~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1239579088841735190?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1239579088841735190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1239579088841735190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1239579088841735190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1239579088841735190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-chicken-rice-for-lunch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3683346755725045752</id><published>2009-01-16T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:47:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting happened lately....life's been so boring suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going for a hair make over tomorrow afternoon. I will meet Ryn at her place, park my car there and she will drive me to Time Square so I don't have to pay the blardy expensive parking ticket which might cost RM20 since I will there for let's say.... 6 to 7 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice of her to do this favour for me, and after that, once I'm done, I will meet her in Pavilion for dinner. At first she wanted to come over and fetch me, but I told her not to because the jam to get back over the other side of the road is going to be bad. Since it's just a 10 minutes walk, I might as well just meet up with her there straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so dizzy yesterday. My face was pale and I felt like faiting due to lack of blood because my aunty just visited me. Easily tired, but still wants to go out! That's just me, stubborn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3683346755725045752?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3683346755725045752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3683346755725045752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3683346755725045752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3683346755725045752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-interesting-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2873767995084562513</id><published>2009-01-14T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:33:42.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok</title><content type='html'>What can I say.................?? Satisfied and contented..... =)&lt;br /&gt;Only in Bangkok I can spend like as if I have all the money in the world because my dad also won't stop me. If in KL, there's no way he is going to give me money to shop here, but in Bangkok, it's different. Let's hope that Bangkok will still be a safe place to go, so I can make it a yearly routine with my parents to shop there but of course when I start working, I have to start paying for them instead!! *$&amp;amp;#@^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little pictures taken because I was only very busy shopping around.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d2o1CNbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0Lprg7ich7g/s1600-h/P1000399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d2o1CNbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0Lprg7ich7g/s200/P1000399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291058699228558770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d2djOykI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YHqrfNJcqQc/s1600-h/P1000408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d1sq24AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8dOHN9QwF0M/s200/P1000405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291058683079745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d1ewv14I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hrYOVSXMrtM/s1600-h/P1000404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d1ewv14I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hrYOVSXMrtM/s200/P1000404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291058679346354050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hVRxiu2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SiThH8ZT9LM/s1600-h/P1000421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hVRxiu2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SiThH8ZT9LM/s200/P1000421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291062524150725474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hVCAcsXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KLhmeT1mNYo/s1600-h/P1000422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hVCAcsXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KLhmeT1mNYo/s200/P1000422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291062519918276978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hUmb3uEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aO9mGbMJhGc/s1600-h/P1000415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hUmb3uEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aO9mGbMJhGc/s200/P1000415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291062512517101634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hUSn2ukI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XfZL-IEY1Ys/s1600-h/P1000412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2hUSn2ukI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XfZL-IEY1Ys/s200/P1000412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291062507198659138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2873767995084562513?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2873767995084562513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2873767995084562513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2873767995084562513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2873767995084562513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2d2o1CNbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0Lprg7ich7g/s72-c/P1000399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4009914182296913945</id><published>2009-01-14T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:54:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Weng Wai!!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictured taken on Weng Wai's birthday....Usually I will post a birthday wish if it's any of my friends birthday, but then it was a long break so I didn't so much blogging.... So here's the late wish for you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YraYgf7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dUfPeFV45sA/s1600-h/P1000386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YraYgf7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dUfPeFV45sA/s200/P1000386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291053008814112690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YrRVYReI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2itVvUAfiYw/s1600-h/P1000385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YrRVYReI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2itVvUAfiYw/s200/P1000385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291053006385071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YrIrFk3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vg6cqvMF0W0/s1600-h/P1000384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YrIrFk3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vg6cqvMF0W0/s200/P1000384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291053004060201842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Boy whom just turned 22 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2Yqj-57rI/AAAAAAAAAII/mBWxDjeU7VU/s1600-h/P1000383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2Yqj-57rI/AAAAAAAAAII/mBWxDjeU7VU/s200/P1000383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291052994211212978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4009914182296913945?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4009914182296913945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4009914182296913945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4009914182296913945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4009914182296913945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-birthday-weng-wai.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Weng Wai!!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW2YraYgf7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dUfPeFV45sA/s72-c/P1000386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3219658407829683587</id><published>2009-01-14T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:49:40.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Christmas day, we had a mini party at Alex's aunt's party. Before we could start having our dinner, we had to accompany him to KLIA to fetch his aunt and the husband. We needed 2 cars to drive there because she had several luggage. At first, I was wondering, how many luggage can 2 person bring? When I reached there, I was shocked! Wow! That's a lot. About 5 big luggage and they were huge ones. Some pictures during the party and after. We watch IP Man after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHynBNqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/e3QMnXh2tQE/s1600-h/P1000372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHynBNqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/e3QMnXh2tQE/s200/P1000372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290989724679354018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHgXdIxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-fdxw9czfBw/s1600-h/P1000371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHgXdIxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-fdxw9czfBw/s200/P1000371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290989719782236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHWEJtwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QMVzS88HN-A/s1600-h/P1000370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHWEJtwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QMVzS88HN-A/s200/P1000370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290989717016917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHBmZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fj7nyxk9CqQ/s1600-h/P1000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHBmZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fj7nyxk9CqQ/s200/P1000369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290989711523445570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fG7tqmKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w3ijV4gzozM/s1600-h/P1000368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fG7tqmKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w3ijV4gzozM/s200/P1000368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290989709943281826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fzXRROWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VfJhQ4RqPEA/s1600-h/P1000374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fzXRROWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VfJhQ4RqPEA/s200/P1000374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290990473254615394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fzq8rkuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cq9YXIHHExY/s1600-h/P1000376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fzq8rkuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cq9YXIHHExY/s200/P1000376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290990478536970978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3219658407829683587?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3219658407829683587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3219658407829683587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3219658407829683587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3219658407829683587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-christmas-day-we-had-mini-party-at.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1fHynBNqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/e3QMnXh2tQE/s72-c/P1000372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4550680145170234465</id><published>2009-01-14T10:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:19:08.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised</title><content type='html'>These are pictures taken during the X'mas celebration at my baby-sitter's house on December 24th 2008. I always love this moment when I can see so many kids especialy my loved one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SO_X8NYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VeRg67jGsP8/s1600-h/P1000311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SO_X8NYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VeRg67jGsP8/s200/P1000311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290975554713695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SO8PAOBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ac1VIXnUkpw/s1600-h/P1000310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SO8PAOBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ac1VIXnUkpw/s200/P1000310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290975553870903314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is Estelle. I looked after her since she was a baby. She's my baby sitter's son's daughter. I loved her like as if she was my own sister. She looks like me when she was much younger maybe because I look after her and she's with me most of the time. When she was 2, she had to go back to Singapore because her parents are working there and she need to start her nursery there. I cried when she left. Some outsider thinks that she is my daughter when I bring her out. I Love You always, Estelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SOzWsbCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WqhnfqHvZyk/s1600-h/P1000306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SOzWsbCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WqhnfqHvZyk/s200/P1000306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290975551487241250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allison's nephew. So cute right? I forgot his name though. He only wants me to carry him. When I gave him back to the maid, he doesn't want to let go of me, not even to his mum or dad! Everyone was surprised that he allowed me to carry him when if others do carry him, he will end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SOl9tryI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-SW8sDJyqPY/s1600-h/P1000304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SOl9tryI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-SW8sDJyqPY/s200/P1000304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290975547892805410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SOY4MOpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5XhSF71ri0k/s1600-h/P1000303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SOY4MOpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5XhSF71ri0k/s200/P1000303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290975544379980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nintendo session. I think there were 5 nintendos, so they could connect to one another wireless-ly and play games together. Everyone will laughing and shouting. They were playing some shredding cucumber game. See who shred finish the fastest...so they were all so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEtvqcuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eswI6JyfNv8/s1600-h/P1000315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEtvqcuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eswI6JyfNv8/s200/P1000315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977577205920482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEpE3elI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jPu9ZQGCAXI/s1600-h/P1000314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEpE3elI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jPu9ZQGCAXI/s200/P1000314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977575952677458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEn6OvTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6rjSgyPHTcc/s1600-h/P1000314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEn6OvTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6rjSgyPHTcc/s200/P1000314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977575639629106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEMMgwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gaveY7SCPis/s1600-h/P1000313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEMMgwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gaveY7SCPis/s200/P1000313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977568200114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEGt-h7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7STRXBqbG9E/s1600-h/P1000312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1UEGt-h7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7STRXBqbG9E/s200/P1000312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977566729865138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRULPyYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/so__2Ub47zk/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRULPyYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/so__2Ub47zk/s200/P1000325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978893192219010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethel &amp;amp; Estelle (they are sisters) - Simon's daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRe7IJzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nxFKpTmHVuQ/s1600-h/P1000324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRe7IJzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nxFKpTmHVuQ/s200/P1000324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978896077399858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethel &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRL6kndI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5t9vKBiiuOg/s1600-h/P1000323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRL6kndI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5t9vKBiiuOg/s200/P1000323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978890974797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRJw9RDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kZyQGfx07u0/s1600-h/P1000322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VRJw9RDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kZyQGfx07u0/s200/P1000322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978890397598770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue Szen (my baby sitter used to look after her and her sis-above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VQ5N1X_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZLd0gDsmiPk/s1600-h/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1VQ5N1X_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZLd0gDsmiPk/s200/P1000321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978885955313650" border="0" /&gt;Ethlyn &amp;amp; Me&lt;/a&gt; (Allison's daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJ3KSZ1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/xrlM-Vv2z7U/s1600-h/P1000339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJ3KSZ1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/xrlM-Vv2z7U/s200/P1000339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979864656111442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small girls and one OLD one! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJ-7DaeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vk_80ZSgcpI/s1600-h/P1000335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJ-7DaeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vk_80ZSgcpI/s200/P1000335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979866739698146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJs_UW2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/v0LBzDNAzcQ/s1600-h/P1000334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJs_UW2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/v0LBzDNAzcQ/s200/P1000334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979861925747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Loong (Sue Szen's &amp;amp; Sue Yin's brother, younger than me 2 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJaOZhII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ys4upQTY1KE/s1600-h/P1000333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJaOZhII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ys4upQTY1KE/s200/P1000333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979856888726658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allison, my god sister (my baby-sitter's daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJLDub6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uM_14274NMM/s1600-h/P1000329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WJLDub6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uM_14274NMM/s200/P1000329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979852817428386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WzepXi8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9XOZ61Eyi1g/s1600-h/P1000362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WzepXi8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9XOZ61Eyi1g/s200/P1000362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980579630091202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon n his daughter Ethel, Bob bob, Kuma, Allison and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WzA1sxQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d26Tt-xIaeI/s1600-h/P1000360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1WzA1sxQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d26Tt-xIaeI/s200/P1000360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980571628750082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob Bob and Kuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1Wy_kdlpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E88BuLr1JtE/s1600-h/P1000344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1Wy_kdlpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E88BuLr1JtE/s200/P1000344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980571288016530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Receiving presents time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4550680145170234465?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4550680145170234465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4550680145170234465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4550680145170234465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4550680145170234465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-promised.html' title='As promised'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SW1SO_X8NYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VeRg67jGsP8/s72-c/P1000311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2319208041896882126</id><published>2009-01-13T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:17:11.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Migraine</title><content type='html'>The moment I opened my eyes this morning, I felt like as if something is pressing onto my head. Then I knew, it was my MIGRAINE! The worst gift you can ever get when you wake up in the morning. Well, I was deciding whether to come to work or not. The pain wasn't that bad yet but usually, when you get it, you have to rest the whole day because if you exert yourself even just by talking or driving on the road with the damn traffic jam, it may trigger it to get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, what the heck, just give it a try, maybe it will get better later. After bath, I swallowed the medicine given by my doctor the other day when I took MC on new year's eve. Touch wood! Now it seems better. But of course I never do any heavy work. Even if I just strain my eyes looking at the PC can also caused my migraine to get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to do anything or go anywhere today after work. I just want to go back home and rest and get some sleep. Last night I only slept for 6 hours. Though it's enough, but then I went for gym before that. And I went for a 3 hours gym. Adding to the tiredness, I didn't had lunch and dinner or even any small meal before I went for gym and I was having my period. That's why I had gastric after that and a migraine now! How stupid of me! IF I told my mum about it, she'll say " You want to get thin also not until like that la...!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be getting my hair cut this Saturday. I promise will update my new look on this blog!~   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2319208041896882126?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2319208041896882126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2319208041896882126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2319208041896882126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2319208041896882126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morning-migraine.html' title='Good morning Migraine'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2381637501879667414</id><published>2009-01-13T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:52:39.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every weekend I am somewhere</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to post this up yesterday but I don't know why it cannot be published.....stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so last weekend I was in Seremban. Looks like I'm always on vacation whether overseas or local on weekends. It started off from X'mas week where I went to Malacca, the following week to Bangkok and last week to Seremban. This week? I don't think so, but maybe Genting because I promised a friend. But then again, we'll see how first. Next week I can't leave for vacation already because it's Chinese New Year. Actually, Ijan invited me to join them (Ryn &amp;amp; Jaja) to Pangkor on Friday and will be back by Sunway evening which is the EVE of CNY. Obviously I can't follow the because my mum will kill me and maybe after this, she'll start to ground me! If it's not because of my parents, I would have already agreed to join them and that completes my weekends for the entire month. "Every week also go for holidays".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and another 9 more friends including the host (Adrian) had a steamboat gathering at Adrian's place in Seremban. Like I mentioned in the earlier post, I didn't drive down so I sat in Jason's car. We reached Seremban in less than an hour from Subang. In fact from toll to toll is only 30 minutes. He drives very fast although the steering wheel is already vibrating so fast and the car seems to be falling apart. LOL! Sometimes I'm quite worried and scared that the timing belt will suddenly just break! Touch wood! Anyway, we had a safe journey through and flow like that. Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I first saw his house (Adrian's), my eyes were almost popping out! No wonder Yan Liang call's it a mini white house! It really is that huge and nice and clean and......just like a mansion! I mean of course there are houses which are even bigger, but for me to have a friend who stays in a bungalow this huge is satisfying enough. Usually along the roads, I will just stare and admire at those bungalows or mansions and wonder IF only I had a friend or even better a boyfriend who stays in a house like that, and then I can just take a tour around the house. Now my dream came through. I mean I now know that I have a FRIEND who has a house this big! Sorry, this time I think I was really too excited and fascinated that I forgot to take pictures for you to see. Never mind, it's not like as if this is the last time I'm going to be there. Anyway, sorry if I sound so "kampung" girl to you readers, but really, I'm just feeling contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many funny things happened throughout the entire trip. Then again it was a "laughter is the best medicine trip". We just kept laughing and laughing and laughing and even now when I think about it, I can still laugh. At the same time, of course we also had a short session of pillow talk. This was towards the night when some of them are already either sleeping or going to sleep. As usual, after the trip, I lost my voice again. Luckily this time wasn't that bad. Just lose a little only as compared to the trip to Malacca which I went with Ijan, Jaja and Kecik was even worst. I totally lost my voice! But then, trips like these are ALWAYS fun and worth while going even though I feel tired or sick or sleepy or what so ever! I hope to see more coming. Talking about trips, I will be going to Jakarta and then Bandung in February with 2 friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I will make this year a traveling year for me before I start working after I graduate in June 2009. I will make an effort to find for more resource (money) since I plan to do hard core traveling whether is it local or overseas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2381637501879667414?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2381637501879667414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2381637501879667414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2381637501879667414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2381637501879667414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-weekend-i-am-somewhere.html' title='Every weekend I am somewhere'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4054479360848004359</id><published>2009-01-09T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:45:12.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's been a long time (one week plus) since I last watch a movie which if I'm not mistaken is IP Man. For some people it is a short period, but for me, it's long because I watch movies every week. Because I went to Bangkok for holidays including those New Year's Eve celebration, I didn't had the time to watch any. Even if I felt like watching a movie in Bangkok, I wouldn't because all the scripts are translated to Thai language. How in the world do you expect me to understand a single thing they say besides "Sa Wa Di Kah" and "Kap Kun Kah"? LOL!  Anyway, movies I want to watch on the big screens before it no longer shows in the cinema:&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;br /&gt;Four Christmases&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Juno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hope I will be able to catch up with these movies in time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4054479360848004359?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4054479360848004359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4054479360848004359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4054479360848004359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4054479360848004359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies.html' title='Movies!!!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-244572966277116516</id><published>2009-01-09T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:40:06.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you realized, I have not been blogging CONSTANTLY as I used to last time. Back from Bangkok, a little bit busy with work. At least there's work to do. Yesterday was busy but not today. I still have work to do but not as much as yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update about the latest next week as tomorrow I will be going down to Seremban with Jason, Yan Liang and the rest for a BBQ party at Adrian's place. Will be putting a night there and only be back the next day. Luckily this time I don't have to drive. So I can sleep and rest more..he he.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-244572966277116516?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/244572966277116516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=244572966277116516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/244572966277116516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/244572966277116516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-realized-i-have-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7144261430620141966</id><published>2009-01-07T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:36:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was I in the past one week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you realized, I have gone missing for a week. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I was supposed to work on New Year’s Eve, but when I got up in the morning, I had migraine. I decided to sleep back because at night I will be going for the New Year’s countdown and I didn’t want to feel sick or uncomfortable. So I took MC and went to see the doctor for some medication. At the same time, I was coughing and having a bad flu, so taking some medicines may help and since on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; I will be flying to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;New Year’s Eve celebration was fun. First I met up with Ijan for a game of pool, later, meet up with my usual group of friends (Uni friends) at Ling Ying’s house (near The Curve) for dinner, and then I left to The Sanctuary at The Curve for the countdown party with my HP friends. After the countdown, around 1.30am, I left to NZ mamak at KLCC &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Thank God the traffic was only bad for a short while near The Curve and once I head to the highway, it was clear. Although I had to pay a RM2 toll, but it was worth it because I reached KL in about 45 minutes or less) to meet up with my crazy buddies, Ryn, Jaja, Ijan, Kecik and AJ. Chilled and played card games till 5 in the morning and left for home.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Woke up around 1pm. Did some house cleaning (apartment in Sunway) for a fresh good start of the New Year 2009.After that, again I went for a pool session with Ijan, left for Pyramid to buy some stuff (in the end didn’t but anything) at 6pm and when for dinner with Chin Huang.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When back home to Klang, pack my bag for my &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; holiday the next day. Taxi will be fetching us at 9.30am when our flight is only at 12.25pm. Better early than late! Hang around at McD’s for a while and managed to chit chat on the phone with dear Ryn before I fly. Sad to say, after entering the immigration check point, and waiting to board, an announcement came informing that the flight to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (our flight) will be delayed for 30 minutes. So instead of flying at 12.25pm, we flew at 1pm. Lucky it wasn’t that delayed as compared to Air Asia, which I remember I had to wait for almost 2 hours before the next air plane is available for departing.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Reach &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; around 2pm (BKK local time) if KL will be 3pm. Check in the hotel, and went to find some food. Rest a little and at night, when walking at the usual street “&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Patpong Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;”. It’s about 10 minutes walk from our hotel. We go there every night. It’s full of clothes, bags, food, accessories, etc and even a street full of those “ping pong show” (there’s another way of calling it but rude, if you’ve been there, you’ll know). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The next day and the days after was just pure shopping for me. 5 days and 4 nights there was a total shopping heaven adventure for me. This is my second time there. The first time there was in the middle of last year where at that point of time I didn’t really know what’s there to shop and what’s nice to shop. But this trip, it was different. I knew what to shop. Of course they weren’t branded. They were all made in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; things. If I were to buy branded stuff there, I might as well get it in KL too, but I have to admit that certain brands there are cheaper than here. However, I still think there’s no point to get brands that are here, there. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think I got around 11 shirts, 8 bags, 2 pairs of shoes, 3 dresses and 2 pants. And another 2 bottles of perfume from the duty free. Only in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; my dad will not stop me from buying what I want and in fact give me money to shop as well. This time I brought a bigger luggage bag (24”) as compared to late time I brought a real small one maybe about 16” to 18”? But then again, it wasn’t enough for me! I had to buy another cheap luggage bag to fit everything. The only worry I had was that the Malaysian custom will stop and check but luckily they didn’t! Because sometimes if they see you buying too many things from another country, they might want to tax you! So stupid!!!! Besides shopping, I practically consume a lot of food too. 100% I put on some weight, so these few weeks will be nothing but oats and workout! MUST!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My resolution this year: Quit smoking (or at least lessen the number of cigarettes a day), maintain slim and be a better person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The summary of what I've done from New Year's Eve till yesterday. I had a wonderful year 2008 ending and a brilliant 2009 beginning. I wish things will be good for me throughout this year because last year was terrible! Wish me Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7144261430620141966?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7144261430620141966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7144261430620141966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7144261430620141966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7144261430620141966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-was-i-in-past-one-week.html' title='Where was I in the past one week?'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3482942157224356626</id><published>2009-01-07T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:17:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE 2008 &amp; WELCOME 2009</title><content type='html'>A very Happy New Year 2009 to everyone out there!&lt;br /&gt;May all be good for throughout this beautiful year ahead of us and more good things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know I'm late for posting this post, but I wasn't free and was busy the entire week till today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3482942157224356626?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3482942157224356626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3482942157224356626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3482942157224356626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3482942157224356626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008-welcome-2009.html' title='GOODBYE 2008 &amp; WELCOME 2009'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3780427340832937529</id><published>2008-12-30T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:38:10.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How the journey started 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me, Ijan, Jaja and Kecik went for a short one night trip to Malacca on Saturday and came back on Sunday. How come we ended up going there? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;First, we wanted to visit Siluet (Indon band) who are now playing in Pure Bar, Malacca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, Hard Rock is so boring now more over the local band is playing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Third, since the management has changed, the regulars also have to pay cover charge!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was supposed to work on Friday actually, but because the night before I had X’mas party at Alex’s place along with Chin Huang, Halim, Weng Wai and Wai Loon. After the party, we went over to Mid Valley for a midnight movie. By the time I fell asleep, it was already 3 in the morning. We watch IP Man and it is a great show! Who ever whom haven’t watch this movie, do catch it on the big screens.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, when I woke up at 7am, I felt so tired and sleepy, since I knew a lot of people was not in office that day, I just decided to SMS my supervisor and told him I want to take MC though I was slightly sick. Met up with Halim, Ling Ying and Wai Loon in Mid Valley for lunch and later, shop for Weng Wai’s birthday present. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was in a rush actually because I need to meet a friend of mine in Pavilion at 5pm. By the time it was 4pm, we only managed to get the wallet and the remaining story book and photo album was bought later when I left. The rest shopped for it. So I left Mid Valley at 4++ and headed to Pavilion.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Met my friend at Starbucks, had a drink or two and chit chatted till it was 8pm in the night. He left for work to Hard Rock and I left to shop for little more things and after that back to Sunway to bathe and get ready to go to Hard Rock. Before entering Hard Rock, we meet up at NZ (a mamak we always hangout) to have our dinner and then at 12++ we went Hard Rock. Supposedly we were there to celebrate a friend’s birthday whom in the end did not show up at all! Anyways, all of us did enjoy ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I &lt;/o:p&gt;mentioned earlier that nowadays even regulars have to pay cover charge already right? But that night, we didn’t have to. Not because we managed to escape from it but because there’s this guy who works as a police who is trying to tackle me but being ignored. He still wants to try and more, he wants to show off. So while we were entering the entrance after taking our order and wanting to pay at the counter, he saw me and stopped me from paying. He told me that he wants to use his credit card because it’s been a long time he didn’t use it already. I was like, if like that, why don’t you just spend me and my friends! And he agreed! For the 3 of us, good la! Pay all you want and we can save our money. Anyway, indirectly we’re being bad, but we didn’t force him, we were just teasing but he himself offered to pay all in the end. So why are be stupid? Just accept the offer. So there, we each saved RM35! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After Hard Rock, we went over to NZ again to get our last “kopek” of drink before we go back home. I invited AJ to come over because I didn’t want the policeman to disturb me! So we sat at a different table when actually we were supposed to sit at the same table so that I could avoid all conversations with him. Before AJ arrived, he kept on coming to our table till his food arrived and he went back over to his to eat. When AJ was here, he didn’t come over already. Thank God! Already told him, no way will you be able to tackle me, but he still doesn’t understand. How stupid can some guys be?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Around 4.30am, we all left and headed back home. Earlier I came on the motorcycle with Ijan but when I went back home, AJ gave me a ride with his new modified Myvi. LOL! At least and can rest my head and body if I sit in a car. On the motorcycle I have to make sure I’m wide awake so that I won’t fall down. But anyway I do like to “rempit” once in a while. Reach from at 5am, slept at 5.30am and got up at 10am. I can barely open my eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3780427340832937529?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3780427340832937529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3780427340832937529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3780427340832937529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3780427340832937529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-journey-started-1.html' title='How the journey started 1'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3464490401496225528</id><published>2008-12-30T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:02:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X’mas Eve dinner at my babysitter’s place was nice. Had nice ham, roasted lamb, fried chicken and the best ever fried rice! I tried to control my food in take in order to still stay fit. There were a lot of delicious foods actually. The apple crumble and pineapple crumble top with ice-cream, plain syrup jelly, pure butter cake and etc. Later we had one very special wine and also beer and also a glass of coffee alcohol (I’m not sure of the special name for that). After dinner, went for a movie. Watched Yes Man. Boring at the beginning but starts to get funny towards the middle.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was so happy because I was so super surprised with my Christmas gift from Simon (my god brother). He bought me a small bag from Coach! Actually, after giving all the presents, my baby sitter suddenly asked me, “who’s present is that?” and I answered, “what Christmas present, all given out already la!” She said, no la…got another one on the Christmas tree….I saw it but I couldn’t see any name written on it and I shouted asking whose present is this till Simon told me it was mine! Oh My God!! Mine? Are you sure?? I’m so happy!! Thanks “Kor” and also thanks for the rest of the presents from Kuma, Aunty Jessie, Allison Che and also Chin Huang!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3464490401496225528?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3464490401496225528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3464490401496225528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3464490401496225528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3464490401496225528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3665863275218347355</id><published>2008-12-24T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:20:05.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to get a new hairstyle for the New Year. But what? Any suggestions anyone? I’m so bored of having this long hair of mine. I thought of cutting it short till the shoulder length but I’m afraid I will look chubby and fat. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I thought of curling before. But curls usually make people look matured right. I tried it once but it was just temporary just for my prom night, and it looks like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SVG3_XB9w5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bynSTN0n734/s1600-h/new+hairstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SVG3_XB9w5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bynSTN0n734/s200/new+hairstyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283206137024201618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the one in red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then again, it's hard to maintain curls and I am still studying. I'm sure after a while I will get bored with it too. Maybe I will just go for the shoulder length hairstyle. So will wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3665863275218347355?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3665863275218347355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3665863275218347355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3665863275218347355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3665863275218347355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-hairstyle.html' title='New Year&apos;s hairstyle'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SVG3_XB9w5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bynSTN0n734/s72-c/new+hairstyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6383075268180457107</id><published>2008-12-24T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:05:47.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and the coming days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s Christmas Eve! Yay! So Happy! But today marks the day I’m going to be busy all the way till I’m back from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tonight X’mas Eve dinner at baby sitter’s place. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow morning accompany parents to Ikea and at night friend’s X’mas party.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday night, accompany Jason to some place in Wangsa Maju to watch his “ex” sing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday may go down to Malacca to watch the Siluet band and spend a night there (maybe).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday gym with crab from 3 to 8.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday have to rest at home one day before parents’ starts screaming!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuesday meet up with Ryn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday New Year’s Eve countdown celebration with the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Taylor&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s business school gang!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday will definitely wake up late since the night before drink like crazy and half a day will be gone. The remaining half the day will be used to pack my luggage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday off to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; on a 12.25pm flight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following Tuesday, I will be back!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m feeling so extremely bored. All my supervisors are not here. On Friday, more people are not here. HUHUHU (sobbing)….why did I choose to do my internship this year when I could have done it last year. At least if I didn’t had to work this year, I would have focused on my thesis and also work part time road shows, earn more money than I am earning now and still can have fun? So stupid of me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6383075268180457107?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6383075268180457107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6383075268180457107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6383075268180457107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6383075268180457107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-and-coming-days.html' title='Today and the coming days'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4792023778660426459</id><published>2008-12-23T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:02:32.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to work out, but failed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supposed to go gym yesterday but ended up playing pool with Ijan and AJ. Actually, I really wanted to go for gym, because I’m feeling fat. Seriously, I’ve been eating so much recently. Ever since on Sunday my mum cooked Laksa and then yesterday our company had a pot luck buffet for lunch and today later there will be catering for a farewell party for a staff here. I think is a big shot la….that’s why got buffet catering. If you are just some “care leh feh” you think you will have a farewell lunch/dinner this big? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, AJ had always asked me to play pool with him so many times that I always give reasons which are true sometimes and excuses to avoid. LOL! I know I’m bad but just that sometimes if I don’t feel like playing, then I just don’t want to go. So instead of giving excuses that I don’t feel like playing which to him might either be lame or cruel, so I just said I have dinner, I other plans with other friends or I have to go to gym. But yesterday, I couldn’t avoid. I felt guilty instead. So along with Ijan, we went to some pool club in Sunway and met up with him.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He is a god damn tournament player and sometimes a winner and how in the world do you expect us to beat him? Only if LUCK is on our side then maybe we will win. Or maybe hoping that some gin enter us and are playing for us instead. LOL! Wasn’t that bad after all. But I think it’s because he gave in also la…If not, he can just enter all the balls without even giving us a chance to hit any. Never mind, since me and Ijan wants to improve in out pool skills, then I guess we should play with him more often then we can get better. I mean you need to play with someone better in order to improve right? If not, what’s the point of getting better?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We did win one game each though, that was because, when he played with Ijan, I think he wasn’t either paying enough attention of he was out of luck that Ijan managed to beat him and for me was because he entered the black ball even before he finished entering the rest of the balls (Hey! please don’t think dirty).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4792023778660426459?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4792023778660426459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4792023778660426459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4792023778660426459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4792023778660426459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/supposed-to-work-out-but-failed.html' title='Supposed to work out, but failed!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2878592131787795398</id><published>2008-12-23T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:53:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans and Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do people lie? For good or just for fucks? I mean I do lie. In fact, a lot too. Sometimes I think is for the good but sometimes I think it’s also for the bad. I hate lying but at the same time I can’t be to honest. I mean I don't lie in everything of course, but just in certain things. Either I choose to hurt someone now, or later. At the same time, I don’t know why that this particular person (a friend of mine), every time she lies to me, I will definitely find out. Is not because I hire people to spy on her or what so ever but ALWAYS one of my friends will surely tell me something about her. And when I realized the story Y told me (my friend let’s call her Y) and the story another friend told me contradicts, then I feel something is not right. But usually I ignore cause is the least important thing that I need to worry about now.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When Y does something wrong, Y will message me after a few days. And I know it’s because she felt guilty for doing something wrong. She will always ask me, did she do something wrong that’s why I don’t even call or message her? I will ask her back. Why do you think I’m angry with you? Did you do anything wrong and you’re feeling guilty now? She will answer, yes I did something wrong and I’m sorry but she doesn’t wants to tell me what it is. LOL! Weird. Funny. And I don’t understand why. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A friend of mine bumps into her in KL last week. She messaged me and she told me what she saw. So since, Y messaged me yesterday night and asked me whether I was angry with her because it’s been a long time since the last time I messaged her. So this was when I took the opportunity asking her about what my friend saw. She told me she can’t remember going to Pavilion after work. She told me all sorts of things but then I somehow trusted my other friend more than Y, because Y has been to lying to me many times and it’s uncountable. More over my other friend is my close friend. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s amazing how God can create humans. They can lie they can eat they can do whatever that it possible. So yeah, this is what we are. Just humans. How we choose to live our life is all up to us. So I guess I need to do something with my life before it’s wasted just like that. I’m young and I’m dangerous. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2878592131787795398?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2878592131787795398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2878592131787795398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2878592131787795398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2878592131787795398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/humans-and-lies.html' title='Humans and Lies'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7395720244404044137</id><published>2008-12-22T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:15:12.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all times to have a fire drill, they must do it today. I just asked one of the clerks here and she says it only happens like once a year and in fact in year 2006, it didn’t happen before. Call me “sueh”. I’m only here for 3 blardy months and the fire drill has to be done when I’m here when it could be done some other time and in fact maybe not at all! Luckily my office was on the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. Imagine if it was on the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor which is the highest floor in this building. Gosh! I can’t imagine. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I &lt;/o:p&gt;never knew that the boss here dislikes his employees to read newspaper which is why I was told not to leave the newspaper on our working table. Weird…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;During the weekends I was supposed to go out with friends but ended up I didn’t. I felt so relax for the first time. Not that going out with my friends are very stressful but usually it will be quite rushing. When I stayed at home, time was not as issue. I can just do anything I want at anytime. The purposed I stayed at home was because I need a rest, just a short time off for myself. I know this coming weekend and the week after will be a busy one since there will be Christmas parties and New Year’s Eve celebrations. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Right after New Year’s Day, I will be flying off to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. So better rest first whenever I can before I fall sick (touch wood!!).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My mum cooked laksa yesterday at my aunt’s place. Ate that for lunch. Even before all of us could finish up our meal, my aunt already asked the maid to fry “pisang goreng”. That was my favourite. Feeling so full, I still gobble up 4 pieces I think and maybe more. Right after that, another aunty bought some chendol over and offered to me. OMG!!! I can feel my stomach is going to burst! I have not felt this full in weeks? Or months? Remember, I’m on a diet so I hardly make myself eat so super full. Anyway, I think maybe I’ve gain a little weight because of the way I ate. Moreover I had dinner in “Yatch Club”. Need to do some gym today I guess. So leave out the pool session. Sorry friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7395720244404044137?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7395720244404044137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7395720244404044137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7395720244404044137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7395720244404044137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-all-times-to-have-fire-drill-they.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4491789066968987018</id><published>2008-12-22T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:56:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures of a little bit of here and there</title><content type='html'>And these are pics from Meng Sang's birthday............more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8Ps37SHvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xej9F6Uuiwc/s1600-h/P1000273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8Ps37SHvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xej9F6Uuiwc/s200/P1000273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282458151530143474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsYamRTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EUS5m7rl5rc/s1600-h/P1000272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsYamRTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EUS5m7rl5rc/s200/P1000272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282458143071552818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsXK1RyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yRVt7Gur6WI/s1600-h/P1000267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsXK1RyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yRVt7Gur6WI/s200/P1000267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282458142736992034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsK8TRtI/AAAAAAAAADw/JE-doMMEixU/s1600-h/P1000265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsK8TRtI/AAAAAAAAADw/JE-doMMEixU/s200/P1000265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282458139454818002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsBUW4OI/AAAAAAAAADo/uMEgcSmh8sU/s1600-h/P1000264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8PsBUW4OI/AAAAAAAAADo/uMEgcSmh8sU/s200/P1000264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282458136871362786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4491789066968987018?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4491789066968987018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4491789066968987018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4491789066968987018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4491789066968987018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-pictures-of-little-bit-of-here.html' title='Random pictures of a little bit of here and there'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8Ps37SHvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xej9F6Uuiwc/s72-c/P1000273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2501265573322266799</id><published>2008-12-22T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:52:41.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures on Bob's birthday.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTlBneXI/AAAAAAAAADg/g2Zb6lhHNhk/s1600-h/P1000281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTlBneXI/AAAAAAAAADg/g2Zb6lhHNhk/s320/P1000281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282454418424822130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTpLt0cI/AAAAAAAAADY/f4RnXysrrSs/s1600-h/P1000282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTpLt0cI/AAAAAAAAADY/f4RnXysrrSs/s320/P1000282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282454419540922818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entire gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTV0F_jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k7eGdXBnEPk/s1600-h/P1000286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTV0F_jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k7eGdXBnEPk/s320/P1000286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282454414341570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The loving 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTeJLDPI/AAAAAAAAADI/hNxpv3GkQds/s1600-h/P1000287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTeJLDPI/AAAAAAAAADI/hNxpv3GkQds/s320/P1000287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282454416577465586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once a happy family...LOL! (of course without the guy in stripes shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTJ8rduI/AAAAAAAAADA/G-L2rdiYegk/s1600-h/P1000290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTJ8rduI/AAAAAAAAADA/G-L2rdiYegk/s320/P1000290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282454411156354786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2501265573322266799?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2501265573322266799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2501265573322266799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2501265573322266799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2501265573322266799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-on-bobs-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8MTlBneXI/AAAAAAAAADg/g2Zb6lhHNhk/s72-c/P1000281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4349928846949008790</id><published>2008-12-22T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:27:24.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures from my Singapore trip with my uni friends! Gosh I'm going to miss all the times we had together........ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HLDcN4iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nXcbcF46ZvM/s1600-h/P1000193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HLDcN4iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nXcbcF46ZvM/s320/P1000193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282448774412493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys..taken in esplanade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HK63yyoI/AAAAAAAAACw/pXn_5THG9mA/s1600-h/P1000190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HK63yyoI/AAAAAAAAACw/pXn_5THG9mA/s320/P1000190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282448772112239234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME in esplanade too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HKsrXrgI/AAAAAAAAACg/38dYQNOgi68/s1600-h/P1000177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HKsrXrgI/AAAAAAAAACg/38dYQNOgi68/s320/P1000177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282448768302034434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the lightings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First night there having our dinner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8F-3RXXXI/AAAAAAAAACY/0Hd_hB5BMoo/s1600-h/P1000166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8F-3RXXXI/AAAAAAAAACY/0Hd_hB5BMoo/s320/P1000166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282447465475693938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8F-kKO3BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YenTGes17AA/s1600-h/P1000165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8F-kKO3BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YenTGes17AA/s320/P1000165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282447460345502738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8F-v66WxI/AAAAAAAAACI/kzSVKccduOY/s1600-h/P1000164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8F-v66WxI/AAAAAAAAACI/kzSVKccduOY/s320/P1000164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282447463502469906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4349928846949008790?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4349928846949008790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4349928846949008790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4349928846949008790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4349928846949008790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-from-my-singapore-trip-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SU8HLDcN4iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nXcbcF46ZvM/s72-c/P1000193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8817585042980954971</id><published>2008-12-22T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:56:36.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Contented  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Christmas week. I like this festival more than any other festival that is celebrated here in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I don’t know why, but maybe I just enjoy the way things are during this season. Sometimes I wish I was born a white so that I can experience how is it like in the western country, playing with the snow and having so many Christmas activities there compared to here. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m feeling very happy today and maybe throughout the entire 2 weeks if nothing bad happens. I don’t know why I’m feeling happy. Maybe it’s because, I know I will be going to Bangkok next week for 5 days, then the holiday season is here which means in this 2 weeks I only work for 6 days out of 10 days, and last but not least, 2 supervisors and the big boss are not here because they went for a business trip to China. So I feel so FREE!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My dad just bought me a roller suite case as promised earlier. I finally got it! 24 inches by height at least it’s big enough for me to bring for holidays where I will shop a lot and I don’t need to bring so many side bags (e.g. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m deciding either to go for gym or to play pool with my friend after work later. Which one should I choose? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8817585042980954971?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8817585042980954971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8817585042980954971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8817585042980954971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8817585042980954971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-contented.html' title='Feeling Contented  =)'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2970563926212460252</id><published>2008-12-19T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:35:51.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the World!</title><content type='html'>This song has been singing in my head the entire morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has come&lt;br /&gt;Let earth receive her King&lt;br /&gt;Let every heart prepare Him soon&lt;br /&gt;And heaven and nature sing&lt;br /&gt;And heaven and nature sing&lt;br /&gt;And heaven and heaven and nature sing&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has come&lt;br /&gt;Let earth receive her King&lt;br /&gt;Let every heart prepare Him soon&lt;br /&gt;And heaven and nature sing&lt;br /&gt;And heaven and nature sing&lt;br /&gt;And heaven and heaven and nature sing&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;The Savior Reigns&lt;br /&gt;Let men their songs employ&lt;br /&gt;While fields and floods&lt;br /&gt;Rocks, hills, and plains&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the sounding joy&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the sounding joy&lt;br /&gt;Repeat, repeat the sounding joy&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;All the boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the people everywhere you see&lt;br /&gt;Joy to you and me&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;All the boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the people everywhere you see&lt;br /&gt;Joy to you and me&lt;br /&gt;He rules the world&lt;br /&gt;With truth and grace&lt;br /&gt;And makes the nations praise&lt;br /&gt;The glories of His righteousness&lt;br /&gt;And wonders of His love&lt;br /&gt;And wonders of His love&lt;br /&gt;And wonders, wonders of His love&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;All the boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the people everywhere you see&lt;br /&gt;Joy to you and me&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the people everywhere you see&lt;br /&gt;Joy to you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2970563926212460252?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2970563926212460252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2970563926212460252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2970563926212460252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2970563926212460252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-to-world.html' title='Joy to the World!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5155849487435547820</id><published>2008-12-19T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:32:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of 1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank God is Friday, and it’s true. When I was studying, I never learn how to appreciate Fridays because for me, every other day is just like Fridays. But now I know why TGIF meant a lot to people, especially when you’re working. When Friday is here, you feel more relaxed knowing that the weekend is just the next day and you can rest or do whatever you want! NO STRESS! Just pure FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today marks the last day of the working day and for me, it’s the last working day of the first month. This means, I have 2 more months to go. When I first started working here, I was complaining that there is still a long way to go, but today, I felt time passed by very very fast. It was like as if, I just started working here yesterday. LOL! This coming 2 weeks till the New Year is going to be a relaxed week for me, I Hope! Next week, 2 supervisors will be going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; along with the boss, and another one will be going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Only one is left here. He is ok. So I’m not so worried. I can do almost anything even playing online games. =P&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Moving on, I will be going to Yokogawa again later. Today is the last day being there. Time pass faster there because there is work and at least if we’re boring, we will just chat and chat till time flies. I don’t know what time will be going there but I just hope we won’t be back so late today. More over it’s a Friday today and I’m sure the traffic will be crazy! What’s worst, we have to use the LDP highway! The other 2 days were not that jam because it’ just the middle of the week, but when it comes to Friday, don’t play play!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have yet to buy some more Christmas presents. Out of 15 presents that I need to buy, I only bought 6 so far so there are 9 more. I need to buy it my next Monday the latest because on Tuesday I will be going for gym with Crab and I’m sure I won’t have time to shop. I would prefer to get everything done like wrapping and so forth so by next week I don’t need to rush since my God Mum’s X’mas party is next Wednesday (X’mas Eve). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Later tonight I, Ryn and Jaja will be celebrating Ijan’s birthday. I think it’ll just be a movie and later on “yum cha’ session at NZ. So if I’m back early from Yokogawa today, I will head to the nearest shopping mall to grab as many stuff as I can and then back to Sunway, have a bath and off to KL again! It’s going to be another tiring day for me since I didn’t had enough sleep throughout the week. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m sitting here, waiting for my supervisors to say “Come Let’s Go”. So means for now, I’m so bored thinking of what more to do, besides blogging, checking all me emails and reading the newspaper! Can someone suggest what else can I do to fulfill my time here for another 2 months?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5155849487435547820?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5155849487435547820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5155849487435547820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5155849487435547820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5155849487435547820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-1-month.html' title='The end of 1 month'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6399833730793448872</id><published>2008-12-19T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:17:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy birthday to IJAN,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To my dearest friend, Ijan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A very happy birthday to you. May this very special day bring you all the joy and laughter throughout the new age and may all your wishes come true.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thanks for being a great friend to me. Always accompanying me when I’m bored and entertaining me when I’m down. You’re a friend who is hard to find nowadays. I appreciate your friendship very much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you my dearest friend! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6399833730793448872?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6399833730793448872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6399833730793448872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6399833730793448872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6399833730793448872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4430636541392515728</id><published>2008-12-18T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:20:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went to Yokogawa with 2 of my supervisors (guys) and another 2 colleagues (girls). When you put girls and girls together, what do you get? GOSSIPS!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So the three of us, were practically gossiping of anything we can think of the moment we’re free. It wasn’t so productive yesterday because the design wasn’t being finalized yet and the supervisors were all the while chatting with the Yokogawa staffs. I think this usually happens when it is their first day there and haven’t being seeing one another for some time. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually, because of them we reached office late. By about 6 we already stopped working and were hoping that they will want to make a move too. However, to our dismay, they were standing and chatting there for half an hour! So the three of us including of the girls staff from there started chatting among ourselves also! Just to kill time. I wasn’t close with my supervisors, so I didn’t dare to ask them “Can we leave now?” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wasn’t in a hurry if I had nothing to do but because I had to catch the movie at 7pm and since my friends bought the tickets already, I was practically agitating the entire time. Hoping they’ll end their conversation soon. But anyway, I understand the whole movie although I was a little bit late, so it’s ok!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today I might go for dinner with Wei Leng, I might not be able to make it if the work is not done and I will be late. But hopefully I can. It’s been a long long time since I last met her. Need to do some catching up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4430636541392515728?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4430636541392515728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4430636541392515728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4430636541392515728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4430636541392515728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-are-girls.html' title='Girls are Girls'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6747683198757793329</id><published>2008-12-18T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:06:28.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time leaving office at 7pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole yesterday was spent in Yokogawa, Puchong. I went there FAT. Not to be FAT but for Factory Acceptance Test. This is a process where before the entire DCS system is sent over to the company’s site, it will first be checked and tested whether the entire system fulfills the needs and requirements of the company and also whether the design is properly drawn. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was about to start blogging yesterday when my supervisor told me that we are leaving now. Lucky I went there at least I had something to do better than sitting in this office and day dreaming all day long. More over I had not enough sleep the night before, so doing something there could at least keep me awake. We left the place about 6 something and reached office at about 7.15pm.This is the first time I did additional overtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was late for my movie which was supposed to start at 7pm at 1U. I told the rest of my friends to enter the cinema without me first and when I reached there, I will call one of them to come out and pass me the tickets. We watched “The Day The Earth Stood Still” starring Keanu Reeves. Knowing that GSC is famous for starting their movie later then the time shown usually 15 minutes but for THX cinema is about 25 minutes, so in the end, I only missed the first 10-15 minutes of the movie. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The movie only lasted 1 ½ hours. It was OK la. That is what I think. Different people of course have different opinion. Anyway, after that I wanted to go home straight but then they asked to go for “yum cha” session at SS2 Murni. So I just went there for an hour and left for home. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Met Jason and Edwin there. What a coincidence! After I had my dinner since I didn’t have my dinner earlier, I drop by their table and gossip a little before I left. By the time I reached home, I felt so tired though I didn’t do much. Maybe it’s just an accumulation of “not enough sleep days”. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Later I will be going to Yogokawa again. Hope it won’t be so late but then I think it might be late because today might be the last day for us to be there so we need to finalize everything. So I might reach office even later than yesterday today. BUT hopefully not!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6747683198757793329?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6747683198757793329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6747683198757793329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6747683198757793329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6747683198757793329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-time-leaving-office-at-7pm.html' title='First time leaving office at 7pm'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1803428491124181602</id><published>2008-12-16T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:27:11.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m so tired this morning. I could barely open my eyes. I went for gym yesterday and lasted there for 2 hours and more. 1 hour of body combat and another 1 hour of dance class. It’s enough to kill me since nowadays I’m not a frequent gym ‘kaki’.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wish I could take leave then I could just stay at home to recharge. Should be going out for dinner later with Wei Leng. So long didn’t see her already. Wonder how is she now. she wants to eat either Japanese or Korean food but we’re not sure of the location yet. I asked her to decide since I’m fine with anything. Easier la!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have in 7 more Christmas gift I need to buy. All for small kids. Since the economy is not so good, I guess I won’t be buying expensive presents like I usually do for them this time. Anyway, is the thought that matters not the amount (which I know it does matter to some people).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;9 more days and its Christmas. I can’t wait for that day. It’s the time of the year where I always feel happy for no particular reason. I love listening to Christmas carols and the beautiful Christmas decorations everywhere. If I have enough money next time, I would want to spend Christmas in a place where it snows at any western country. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Any sponsors will be most welcome…=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1803428491124181602?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1803428491124181602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1803428491124181602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1803428491124181602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1803428491124181602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-tired-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4098337264149960234</id><published>2008-12-16T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:26:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why when a guy loves a girl so much, yet the guy is not being appreciated. Girls always wish for a guy to love them and be faithful to them. But once you have it, you just don’t want it. Sometimes, it’s because you just don’t love/like them at all and sometimes it’s because of other reasons. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s say you’re a Chinese and an opposite sex which is a different race is crazy for you as in really really loves you and is willing to do anything for you. Will you accept her/him? If your parents didn’t like that person, will you still be with her/him even if you still love her/him so much? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A lot of times I still wonder what love is. Is love like this or like that? I thought I knew what love was once, but now, I’m confused again. It’s difficult to find true love nowadays. Even if you do, it’s difficult to maintain. Honestly, I’m tired of relationships. I’m so tired that I came to a point where I just one a guy to donate his sperm to me so that I can get pregnant, have a child or two and being a single mother. I will be happier than.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Looking at the rate of divorcees which are increasing, quarrelling with your partner because of money, arguing with your partner to see who has to look after the kids, etc…is so stressful sometimes. I might as well build my career, find enough money and then have kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4098337264149960234?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4098337264149960234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4098337264149960234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4098337264149960234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4098337264149960234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-wonder-why-when-guy-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8666034995916123830</id><published>2008-12-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:33:12.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Ayob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At least I had something to do earlier. 2 things actually. So time passes by a little faster than usual. I was given an assignment when I first came in. I did mention this much earlier in one of the post. Well, tomorrow is my dateline and I’m feeling nervous. I’m usually like that. When it comes to studies, I’m not sure if what I do is correct or wrong. Unlike shopping and doing sales. LOL! Well, wish me luck for tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Its 4.15pm now and another 1 ½ hours more to go. I will be going for gym later together with friends later. Hopefully I can last for 2 hours at least. I will be going for body combat like I always do when I am in gym and if there is this class and line dancing. According to Crab is those modern pop style, not those aunty aunty style which they usually dance in the morning as a form of exercise. Anyway, there is no harm trying though. Just another exercise! Good for my body. SLIMMER!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, let’s move back to what I did during the weekend. First, it was Bob’s birthday one Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB!!” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We celebrated it in Hard Rock as usual. He wanted to celebrate it somewhere else, in Red Box I think, but then he couldn’t wake up in time so he had to do it in Hard Rock instead. So there we went. Ryn and I enjoyed ourselves very much because it’s been a long time since we went there together for clubbing. You know places like that, if you only go there once a month, then it is not so boring and more fun of course. So we dance and dance and dance. We just ignore the birthday boy and the rest and we enjoyed ourselves on the dance floor. We didn’t want to be so bad, but ………………….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The reason behind it was, he brought a BITCH to his birthday. We didn’t want to be that cruel at first, but things she did really piss us of. First, we could see that she didn’t really like our presence. Then, she was all over sluttish with Bob. Next, when we were dancing on the dance floor and Ryn accidentally bump into her and she made a face and complain to Bob hoping that he will tell us off or something and finally made Bob fetch her back home even before the club ended and never did came back for a drink in mamak though he messaged and promise to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To that Bitch:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;FYI, we are Bob’s close friend who he still cares and love (as in friends love). We know him better than YOU do, so don’t try to be SMARTER than us. You’re just no different from the girl we call “Kerinting” in HRC just that you’re taller. But if compared to beauty and attitude, you’re just the same! If you like to do those “mushi mushi” stuff, common, GET a ROOM! If you think you can have him without getting to know us and chasing us away from his life think again! One more thing…if you can’t mix with us, then F^%@$#^K OFF!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8666034995916123830?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8666034995916123830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8666034995916123830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8666034995916123830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8666034995916123830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-birthday-ayob.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Ayob!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5282922902963015216</id><published>2008-12-15T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:50:13.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day without her....I hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good morning!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One supervisor whom I preferred not to be in office today is probable on Emergency Leave (EL). Is only said probably because it’s not lunch our yet and she might be in by then. She is one who strives while working and will not neglect anything even a little. In other words she is a workaholic. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t have anything towards her; it’s just that she is sometimes strict and is difficult to communicate with her. I usually entertain her only when she starts talking to me. She talks very loud and she is a real typical woman where she shows when she is angry by hanging up on the phone if the person refuses to give her good reason or even just bang the phone when she can’t get what she wants. But can’t blame her too as she is so occupied with her work at the same time studying and she has to look after her people under her. So it’s understood but scary at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;According to the other colleague, her car is giving her problems that’s why she sent it to the workshop and do not know by when will it be ready. If in time, she will make it back to the office, if not, she’ll just be at home resting.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, will see after lunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5282922902963015216?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5282922902963015216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5282922902963015216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5282922902963015216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5282922902963015216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-without-heri-hope.html' title='A day without her....I hope'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-334842148332581720</id><published>2008-12-12T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:54:57.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s another 2 hours more to go. I’m just waiting for the clock on my laptop to turn &lt;b style=""&gt;5.45pm&lt;/b&gt; and I will leave this office and head to Mid Valley shopping mall. You will know how bored I am here when I can post 3 to 4 posts a day. On weekends, you don’t see any post, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I planned to go to the gym today after work, but when I woke up this morning feeling extremely sleepy, I decided no to. Well, I didn’t sleep well last night. I can feel that I’m just resting my eyes. I can listen to any sounds even the sound of water drops leaking on the ceiling of my rooms because it’s raining. When I really felt that I was asleep, it was already 6.15am, which was another 30 minutes before I wake up for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was hoping if only this wasn’t training, I can just take leave as I like just to have a break. But because it’s training, I can’t. I have limited time as I have to complete a total of 12 weeks. Though this company offered me 13 weeks, but I already took 1 day MC, another 3 more days will be used up for my trip to Bangkok on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; January and I’m left with another one day which I should not simply just take just in case if there is emergency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Our friendship (Ryn &amp;amp; Me) is coming to a year. So it’s our one year anniversary. I was talking to her that day and was just asking about new year’s plan, but then she said let’s do something more special since it’s been a year we knew one another. How sweet of her to remember that first day of 2008 was the day we met and got closer. I’m supposed to think of what to do but I haven’t. “Sorry if she’s reading this”. I will think of something memorable to do by the time the day is here. I will try my best. Sometimes my mind is not creative enough which I believe hers is better. So then maybe she will end up being the one to come up with an idea on what to do on our special event. If only we had enough money to go for fine dining. That will be great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;P/S: Sorry, we sound so *mushi* but then we really bond very well with one another. Don’t worry, we’re both straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-334842148332581720?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/334842148332581720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=334842148332581720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/334842148332581720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/334842148332581720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-another-2-hours-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-9074295026373791740</id><published>2008-12-12T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:30:43.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta be Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;This time I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life&lt;br /&gt;The one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll be waiting for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it by the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we´re meeting&lt;br /&gt;We'll play out like a scene straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I`ll be holdin’ my own breath&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;`Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nobody wants to go in on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight out on the street out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And damn it this feels too right&lt;br /&gt;It´s just like Déjà Vu&lt;br /&gt;Me standin’ here with you&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll be holdin`my breath&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I'll spend forever with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There´s gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nobody wants to go in on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can´t give up!&lt;br /&gt;When you're lookin´ for that diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know but when it shows up&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you´re holdin` on&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause it could be the one, the one you´re waiting on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There has gotta be somebody for me&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to go in on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There has gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-9074295026373791740?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/9074295026373791740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=9074295026373791740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/9074295026373791740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/9074295026373791740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta be Somebody'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8077237682601038053</id><published>2008-12-12T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:00:21.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic's Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am crazy in love!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But I’m crazy in love with shopping not a guy. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s only the middle of December and I already spent so much on clothing. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Working in this company requires their staff to wear formal. No jeans are allowed and of course short skirts too. I had to buy more formal shirts and bottoms since I usually don’t wear formal at all. Even when I was working in HP last time, I don’t need to wear formal clothes. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The sales started on the 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of November if I’m not mistaken and the next day itself, I went to One Utama with my parents and bought 3 tops and 3 bottoms. The following week I went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Queens&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, KL with my mum and bought another 4 tops from Esprit along with a sling bag and yesterday I bought another 2 tops from MNG. It’s not done yet.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Later, I will be going to Mid Valley after work to check out on the MNG there as well. They are on sales now as I mentioned in the earlier post. I want to get one turtle neck long sleeve blouse which I couldn’t find it in Pyramid’s MNG. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Of course besides that, I need to buy Christmas presents. It’s a tradition my baby sitter celebrates X’mas eve every year and there will be gifts. Usually we buy for those younger ones. It is not necessary to buy for the older ones. Since, I am her god daughter, so I will have a present too even though I’m considered and adult already! I meant “young adult”. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Before the sale ends, my mum promise she will get me another 2 or 3 more formal blouse and few more formal bottoms. I myself want to get another blouse from Topshop and Esprit myself. Once sum up, I spend really a lot! My dad promise to get me a 24” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;roller suit case because my older one was small and usually if I go holidays to places which I shop a lot, I will be carrying more than 2 bags. So to make things easier, I should get a bigger one. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I already spotted one which I liked yesterday when I went for dinner together with my parents in Aeon Bukit Tinggi Klang. Dad didn’t bring enough cash and he told me he will buy it for me before we go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for my shopping holiday. Better hope he keep his words and not making mummy buying for me instead. =P&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I seriously need to earn a lot when I’m working next time. Look at the way I shop. I’m a high maintenance lady. I need to earn as much as I can to keep up with my pace otherwise I will drop. Usually, when you’re up, you won’t choose to go down. You either choose to maintain or go higher. So, I must know what I want in future so that I won’t drop. At the same time, I need to do some budgeting. I must learn how to safe a little every month. This is a must. Just in case for rainy days. Otherwise, who can I hope for to help me when I’m in trouble since I’m the only child and I don’t have any siblings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are still few more things that I need to buy. Will update on that when I already bought it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;PC fair starts today, but I will only be going on Sunday after fetching fei chai from the airport. Yes, he is back from the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; after 3 weeks. Time pass real fast when you think about it. Every weekend means going out and going out means spending money. So, I need to get 3 ink cartridges, 1 pen drive and empty CDs for my dad and an Ipod pouch for myself for my new baby (Nano). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8077237682601038053?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8077237682601038053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8077237682601038053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8077237682601038053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8077237682601038053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopaholics-confession.html' title='Shopaholic&apos;s Confession'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5943447017076778014</id><published>2008-12-12T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:00:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s Friday today, and is the final working day of the week. This means, I have another 9 weeks left. I only worked 3 days this week because Monday and Thursday (yesterday) was a public holiday. Monday was for the whole &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but then Thursday was only for the state of Selangor. It had got something to do with the Sultan, so we had the rest. LOL! Sometimes, working in Selangor is better because I think there are more public holidays than &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuala   Lumpur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. I THINK but I may be wrong. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On Wednesday after work, I went for dinner with Jamie, Yan Liang, Jason and Edwin as I mentioned in the post the other day. Since KL wasn’t that jam, so I reached KL earlier than expected and since it was still so early before the reservation time, I went up to visit all my ex-HP staff. Most of them couldn’t recognize me because I was so wearing formal clothes (since this company that I’m doing my training in doesn’t allow their staff to wear jeans and casual) and I tied by hair. I was new to everyone. In fact in Hard Rock too. Most of the staff there couldn’t recognize me at all. They took a while before they know who I am. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hmmm….this gives me an idea. Next time if I plan to spy on someone, I just need to wear like this and maybe even wear a cap. I guarantee, no one cannot recognize me. I will sit at one corner and I come with a different group of friends. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, back to the dinner, we had 5 dishes. Nachos, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tupelo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; chicken tenders, twisted mac &amp;amp; cheese, grilled salmon I think and another beef burger I guess so. We shared of course and we had hot chocolate brownie sundae for desert. One but shared by 5 of us. We were so full already!! I like to hangout with this group of people because they are crazy and open and fun. I think we laughed the most meaning we were the loudest people there. We kept on talking and talking, joking and joking, laughing and laughing till all of our eyes tear. I wonder when will be the next gathering again. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My stomach doesn’t feel so good this morning. I think it maybe because of the tom yam soup I had yesterday which was so damn spicy. This one is really spicy. I’m a person who can stand spicy, so if I say it’s spicy, then it really is. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Played badminton yesterday together with another 5 friends. So tiring. But is a good way to burn fats. Moreover I ate so many fatty things for dinner in Hard Rock so I need to lose more weight. Nowadays, the clothes are all small in size so I need to be small so that I can fit into it as well! I’m a girl who likes to dress up. I love clothes, bags and shoes, but accessories and make up, just so so. Some friends and my mum said I’m just nice but I still feel fat. They say I won’t look nice if I slim down some more, but I still want to. Humans are always not easily satisfied. After achieving something that they already wished for, they still want more. Why are we like that?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I need to go to gym more often no matter how tired I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5943447017076778014?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5943447017076778014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5943447017076778014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5943447017076778014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5943447017076778014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-friday-today-and-is-final-working.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8634565965587038754</id><published>2008-12-10T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:41:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are just some random pictures. 2 of them is what I tried using photo funia. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWsw_plI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-UGmv7-dxEg/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_a50ccc-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWsw_plI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-UGmv7-dxEg/s200/PhotoFunia_a50ccc-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093808926434898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWRaKM5I/AAAAAAAAABw/gKeetaDVEHU/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_a7c64a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWRaKM5I/AAAAAAAAABw/gKeetaDVEHU/s200/PhotoFunia_a7c64a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093801582900114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWQ3lGyI/AAAAAAAAABo/rmcNLwrP7iQ/s1600-h/yuen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWQ3lGyI/AAAAAAAAABo/rmcNLwrP7iQ/s200/yuen4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093801437862690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuen &amp;amp; Ryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWBNZYMI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z1iZo9N2HEY/s1600-h/yuen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWBNZYMI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z1iZo9N2HEY/s200/yuen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093797234401474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8634565965587038754?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8634565965587038754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8634565965587038754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8634565965587038754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8634565965587038754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-are-just-some-random-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST-OWsw_plI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-UGmv7-dxEg/s72-c/PhotoFunia_a50ccc-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4913427505125750818</id><published>2008-12-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always when I’m feeling bored in the office; my duty is just to blog, blog and blog. So every blog doesn’t represent what I did the day before, the day after or today. I’m just blogging out my thoughts. This post is going to be another friend of mine. I mix with a lot of people and I meet different types of people. Some are funny, serious, dangerous, naughty; happy go lucky, scary and etc. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Friends come and go. You pick the right one to stay with you. Sometimes, although you think you pick the right one, but it doesn’t necessarily means it will last. Things might happen along the way. And then you’ll argue or fight and then you’ll end the friendship. Having a boyfriend, it’s just the same. That’s why sometimes; you’d rather leave a life of your own. Where only you can hurt yourself and at the same time make yourself happy. Sounds so lonely? But this is life. You can have friends, but not best/very good/very close friends. I don’t believe in that ever since high school days when my really best friends stabbed my back! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday, I went for a drink or two with Ijan in J.Co in Sunway Pyramid. Since I wanted to pay my mobile phone bill and at the same time waiting for the traffic to cool down, I called her out to meet up for a while. She stays just right opposite Pyramid and she wasn’t working yesterday. So, what the heck! We came to a point where we talk about getting married. For me, I’m still far from my marriage age. She is already 27 and will be turning 28 next year. Alright, she is not that old yet of course, but just a little bit worried. My another friend who’s 29 this year and turning 30 soon is even more worried. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t think is because their requirements are very high but is just that guys nowadays are useless. Not all. Don’t get me wrong. Just most of them. Ijan was telling me that few years back, there was a guy who wanted to ask her hand in marriage. Before she accepted, she asked the guy a whole lot of questions. This was how the conversation went:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ijan: Gaji you berapa sebulan?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: RM1800…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ijan: Oh, so kalau kahwin, mana cukup?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Takpe, dad I boleh sponsor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ijan: Habis, lepas kahwin pun dad kena sponsor ke?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Tak la! Bila dah kahwin I sponsor la pulak!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ijan: Ohh @#!@$$*#@!#&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Got it? If not, read it again! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, you want to get married and you need your dad to sponsor? OMG! Where are all the real men?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nowadays, earning RM1800 or even RM2500 is not enough to survive. Everything is getting more expensive and even the standard of living is getting higher. You may have enough money to get married but will you have money to maintain the entire family when you have kids?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sometimes I wonder how some women can just get married for the sake of enjoying and then when their kids are out, they suffer and quarrel every day with the partner. Some even can tolerate when the guys bit them up! This is so stupid! Please think further. Think for the future. Yes, you can’t predict the future, but at least you may plan. Don’t just because you want to play and you think he is the only guy you love, you get married. What the @#$%! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Common girls, you’re not that stupid and blind aren’t you!??!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4913427505125750818?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4913427505125750818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4913427505125750818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4913427505125750818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4913427505125750818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-and-marriage.html' title='Friends and Marriage'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-963382823119715417</id><published>2008-12-10T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:15:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have 4 supervisors here in the office and today 2 are not here. They flew to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bombay&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for some meeting or something like that. One of my supervisors is a lady, and you know la, ladies are sterner one. She’s quite old already. Maybe got 40 years old lor I think. =p&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have another 5 more hours before the end of the working hours. Then I will be heading to KL again for dinner with Yan Liang, Jamie, Jason and Edwin in Hard Rock again. Hopefully today will not be as jam as on Friday. If not, I will tell myself not to go KL anymore after working hours. Only go there late night when I’m about to go to Hard Rock to club. So yes, the 4 of them. I met them when I was working in HP 2 years back. They study in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Taylor&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Business&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; in Subang and I Study in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Monash&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in Sunway. We’re so near yet so far. Of all places, we met when we’re working.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, they are fun and outgoing people. So it’s nice to have the as friends. That’s why till now we still keep in touch because we like the company of one another. But we don’t meet up often as we have our own circle of other friends too. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The best part is, there is one aunty who opens a café called “CABANA” in SS15 knows them too. The world is so small huh! It’s ok if aunty knows them, but they knew aunty knows me too, which means disaster. One of them has the mouth of a chicken backside. He tells anything and everything to anyone. So sometimes, he tell aunty this and that about me, and when I come to visit aunty, she will ask me all sorts of questions! Thank god he didn’t say anything bad yet. If not, YOU will get it! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After dinner in hard rock, I will then meet up with another group of friends for a movie. We will be watching Body of Lies starring Leonardo DiCaprio. The movie should be nice I guess since I’ve seen the thriller once and it looks ok. LY also said it is not bad. Something to do with terrorist. Hopefully is not boring. That’s all. If not, I will be sleeping in the cinema. Of course la I’m tired! Been awake from 6.45 this morning till God knows what time. My movie starts at 11pm and it is about 2 hours or so. By the time I reach my home in Klang, it will be about 2.30am earliest? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wish I’m someone who don’t need that much sleep that I will have more time to do more things. I have a friend who only sleeps once in 3 days and yet he doesn’t feel tired. I really wonder how he does it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm reminding myself, tomorrow is a public holiday, so just tolerate for another 4 and the half hours.&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/11731164-963382823119715417?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/963382823119715417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=963382823119715417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/963382823119715417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/963382823119715417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-4-supervisors-here-in-office-and.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8854746689790776149</id><published>2008-12-09T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:22:17.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend, A Sister</title><content type='html'>It’s been almost a year since I knew her. This is how fast time flies. We got to know one another through another common friend of ours. We met in HRC. Always, people will think that meeting someone in a club isn’t a good thing. But for me, it was the other way round. I actually found my soul mate here. I was amazed when we first met one another. We had the same thinking, the same taste in clothes, food, etc and even look alike. Don’t believe? Wait till I post those pictures. I promised I’ll do it as soon as I can.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She is one girl who is open to people’s thoughts but conservative to her own thoughts. She accepts people for who they are. In other words, she looks you through the inside not by seeing your appearance. It’s funny how we got close when I think about it. At first, she was just my “hi/bye” friend until one day when we were officially introduced to one another. We were both at first close to this common friend of ours but then in the end we came out of the way and are even closer. So now, it’s just me and her. Not that the other friend dumb us or we dump her, but it was her attitude that automatically made us a distance. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s name that friend A ok.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I knew about A’s attitude after a while I mixed with her. She wasn’t that type of person whom will actually appreciate friendship by the end of the day. She is the type which takes advantage if she can. Before, I just let it be, when she goes over the limit, I tend to let it go. In fact my close friend thinks the same too. We never did complain to one another about A because in my thinking was that she was good to her and she thought that I was good to her. But it wasn’t the case. Till one day, when I said I’m supposed to fetch A home and she told me, she have a sister to fetch, why must you do it? She even said to me, please don’t let her use you too much and you don’t listen to her too much. You will get nothing out of it. When I heard those words, I then realize she thinks alike. Meaning she has the same thought about A as well.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She knew A long time ago back in her college days. I only knew both of them last year when I went to hard rock so frequent that I made a lot of new friends. The scenario in our case is just like a puzzle. I have certain part and she has certain part. Till one day we both can’t stand it, we just try to join the puzzles together and the outcome of this is what we got. That is how we got closer. She is 5 years my senior. I don’t know what will happen if she gets married. Though she haven’t find a bf yet, but soon to come she will get married earlier than me of course. She told me if possible she wants to married before 30 and she is 27 already in fact turning 28 soon. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hope we have at least another year to enjoy to the maximum! I also hope even though she gets married, we still remain close like how we use to. Of course she will not have enough time just for me but once every week is good enough. She supports me in what ever I want to do. I love her even more than any one else (of course besides my parents). She made my birthday celebration in hard rock a very memorable and unforgettable one. She did anything to make me happy that night. She lends me a helping hand every time when I’m in trouble. She gave me comforting words every time when I’m feeling down. She buys me dinner when she knew I didn’t have enough money.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She is like my sister. Although she has older sisters and younger ones too, but people say I look even more like her. In fact her own sister said we look a like too. But we are not. Different race, different hometown different parents! That is what I call a soul mate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SUHYKRr3ngI/AAAAAAAAACA/ooctNY5u67o/s1600-h/yuen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SUHYKRr3ngI/AAAAAAAAACA/ooctNY5u67o/s320/yuen5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278737909312626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryn &amp;amp; Yuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SUHYKRr3ngI/AAAAAAAAACA/ooctNY5u67o/s1600-h/yuen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SUHYKRr3ngI/AAAAAAAAACA/ooctNY5u67o/s1600-h/yuen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8854746689790776149?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8854746689790776149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8854746689790776149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8854746689790776149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8854746689790776149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/friend-sister.html' title='A Friend, A Sister'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/SUHYKRr3ngI/AAAAAAAAACA/ooctNY5u67o/s72-c/yuen5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8136444850831155492</id><published>2008-12-09T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:12:14.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily I didn’t have any body ache. *sigh of relief*. By the time I got up, it was already 12 something in the afternoon. I didn’t know it was that late already. It was still raining then. When I woke up in the middle of the night around 4, I already heard rain drops. When I got up at 9 in the morning to go to the toilet, the day was still so gloomy and still raining, so when I got up at 12 something, it was still the same feeling. No wonder I slept until so late. The weather was so cold. Went downstairs to greet so called “Good morning” to my parents and went out to buy lunch for all. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After lunch, went shopping with my mum in KL. Is some ESPRIT outlet which sells the lower than the retail price and I’m 100% sure their original. Bought 4 blouses and a sling bag! *smiling* Happy happy happy! This month I shop the most. I think every month is almost the same. Just that this month, my mum was the one who shop for me instead. =)&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Before we reach that place, we were searching high and lo for it!!!! At first my mum told me she could remember the way there, and when we’re there, she forgot! OMG!! Immediately, my migraine attack! Anyway, we tried calling her friend for directions, and she didn’t pick up the phone but luckily her friend called back after 20 minutes and describes the way to me. Finally, we found it, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Queens&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, there you are!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tiring to find the damn place especially if you don’t know KL that super well. But the shopping kills of the tiredness. LOL! This shows I’m one shopaholic! Yes! My shopping obsessions are everything! Clothes, bags, shoes, accessories and etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8136444850831155492?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8136444850831155492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8136444850831155492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8136444850831155492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8136444850831155492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/finallymonday.html' title='Finally....Monday'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2006087781669956654</id><published>2008-12-09T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:44:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Half the day was spent on sleeping. I woke up at 1.30pm today. I set the alarm to wake me up because I am supposed to meet up with a friend of mine at 2.30pm at Midvalley California Fitness. Yes, you read me right. I finally went to gym again after 3 months I think. I lasted there for 3 hours. I attended one dancing class and another one which is called “Zumba” and 15 minutes on the treadmill and another 15 minutes on the sky walk thingy and another 30 times of sit ups. Gosh, I’m tired. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After bath, I then went for another pool session with Ijan again for about 2 hours. She is what I call me “pool kaki”. Every time if we hangout together, it will usually be pool session. Right before I left, I dropped by the DVD stall to grab some DVDs. All that I have not watch in the cinema (The House Bunny, Mamma Mia, Max Payne, Tropic Thunder, Eagle Eye and Bangkok Dangerous). At 11pm, I headed back to Klang, my home. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wanted to watch one movie before I fall asleep but then my mum was watching some movie from HBO, so I couldn’t get to watch mind. I thought of waiting till she’s done, but my eye lids didn’t allow me to. So I went to bed instead at 1 something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2006087781669956654?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2006087781669956654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2006087781669956654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2006087781669956654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2006087781669956654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6707057439352236460</id><published>2008-12-09T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:34:15.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday, after cleaning up the house, I left to Sunway to play pool with my friend, Ijan. We played for about 4 hours. Crazy right? I practice so much yet, everytime I improve on something, the other thing will get worst. How can this be? Hmmmm….I need to find an expert to guide me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After that around 8pm, I left to Pavilion KL to meet up with Ryn to have a dinner and a movie. We had dinner in Michaelangelos, our favourite place and then we watched Wild Child, it was a nice movie. Ladies will only enjoy this movie, not guys (maybe some guys). After movie, we both met up with Ijan and Jaja, for “yum cha” session at NZ mamak near KLCC. We arrived there at 1.30am and we spend 3 hours plus there. We talked and laughed and joke till 4.45am. By 3, we were all tired and sleepy; we could see it in one another’s eyes. All turning red and watery and we were all lying on one another’s shoulder, but yet, we felt it was too early to leave, so we try to crack some joke. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t know what conversation we had, that brought us all the say to discussing about face feng shui. For example, if thin lips mean stingy and thick lips mean generous. So we discuss everything till we come to the ear. I said that if our ear lops are wide, thick and big, we are very soft hearted. Suddenly Ryn said, “my mum told me before if our ear lops are like that, it means we are good in making cake/pastry/biscuits because we can estimate the dough well enough! We all burst out laughing so loud that the table around us all just looked at us suddenly! But who cares!! We were just having fun! LOL! After that, we joke that, what happened is the ear shit drops inside. Because Ryn said that, to estimate the dough we must touch our ear lops. So those with big fat ones are good in making perfect dough. Then I teased, no wonder the cakes your mum made which you brought back for us from Sarawak were so nice because maybe some additional stuff from the ears were added inside! LOL! We just laughed laughed laughed and laughed! And suddenly, we were not sleepy again. After and hour or so, we started to feel sleepy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So crazy! If you put 4 of us together, this is what will happen. We are the perfect 4 combination. Why? I'll talk about it later. Went back, slept at about 6am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6707057439352236460?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6707057439352236460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6707057439352236460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6707057439352236460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6707057439352236460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7374428662421220847</id><published>2008-12-09T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:32:18.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish there more public holidays although there already quite a lot in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It feels like Monday today but its Tuesday because yesterday was a public holiday for “Hari Raya Haji”. This Thursday is a public holiday again but only for Selangor region. So for those working in KL, too bad! *grins*. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So what did I do the entire weekend?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Friday night had a birthday dinner for Meng Sang. Glad that he liked his present. We bought him a wallet from Bonia. Halim chose it. Lucky his taste wasn’t that bad. LOL! Just kidding. Anyway, after the dinner, we headed to SS15 to play some pool and foosball. Wai Loon and Halim were considered beginner. Not bad for a beginner. I taught Wai Loon and Chin Huang taught Halim. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You know sometimes, people are just borned brilliant huh! That Halim, not only his blardy good at his studies, in fact he is a really fast learner. Just taught him some skills on how to play pool, and WOOAALAA!! you get an expert! Well, not that he was so good, but like I said, well enough for a beginner. Those side wall balls, his really good at it. Though I’ve been playing for god knows how long, I still can’t get to shoot those side wall balls, but for him, it’s like a piece of cake! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We had a beer or 2 while playing. Later on, the birthday boy wanted to play a game with me. I was like, OMG! Don’t please, I’m not that good. Seriously I’m not. I’m just so so. The birthday boy is considered very good at playing and Chin Huang too. He still insisted, so since it was his birthday, oklar I give face a bit. So I played the first game, I lost as predicted but the second game, I won!! Fuh…luckily…&lt;/p&gt;That's it for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7374428662421220847?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7374428662421220847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7374428662421220847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7374428662421220847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7374428662421220847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7776292975090430793</id><published>2008-12-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:29:01.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIGRAINE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m having a migraine today. The last time was on Tuesday and now is the second time this week. Shit! I hate it when I have this migraine especially if I have some function later during the day. Lucky I have this one last paracetamol from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to overcome this pain. But it is my last packet; I need to ask someone to help me buy it, anyone going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bali&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Only that medicine can work because the mg there is higher than the mg here and the panadol here don’t work for me anymore, not even the active fast! God help me!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’m starting to feel bored again. Another 2 and the half hours more before I can end my last day of work this week. Then it will be another 10 more weeks to go. My friend asked to go to hard rock today, but I don’t feel like going. Big Band will be playing now for 2 months replacing T-Rex who played for the last 2 months. So boring la local bands…some more no leng chai! Never mind, I’ll just take a short break from going hard rock too often. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equation of not going to hard rock will be like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not going to HRC so often = Enough beauty sleep = Nice skin complexion &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other equation is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not going to HRC so often = Not meeting up with my head bangers club member = Not enough dancing = Fat if don’t control cause input too much and no output&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7776292975090430793?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7776292975090430793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7776292975090430793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7776292975090430793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7776292975090430793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/migraine-again.html' title='MIGRAINE AGAIN'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7543637175587434371</id><published>2008-12-05T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:17:15.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I blogged later than I used to on every other days. Not because I was late for work, but becauseI had something to do. Yes, a day with something to do! I came in this morning, and straight away my supervisor greeted me and said, “Yuen, I have something for you to do today!” In my heart I was like, yes, finally, not so of a boring day. LOL! That shows how desperate I am to find something to do in the office. Anyway, I’m done with the work. Waiting for them to come back from a meeting and I will cross check with them and hopefully more work. Time tends to pass by MUCH faster when you’re occupied with something. That’s why, every time when someone is feeling down because they just broke up, the best way is always asking them to find something to do so that time flies and eventually you will forget what had happened. Of course not everything, memories will still be there, but you will recover from that bad dream!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about having break ups, I remembered when I had my first break up ever. It really took me away. I cried and cried for so long and moan for half a year, maybe even more. I even tried to kill myself which I know it’s so stupid thinking about it now, but back then, when you’re so sad and you don’t want to go through the pain and suffers, always that was the solution. I’m sure most of the people had tried it. Whether they die or they live, that depends on their fate. Love really hurts. It really does. It can change a person a lot. Lucky for me, I change to be someone better (not in all ways but in some ways). In fact, thanks to the break up, I leanrt how to upkeep myself better, make more friends and be more sociable. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, let’s not talk about break ups on a nice day like this ok. I’m very happy with my Ipod nano. Yesterday I transferred the songs into it and pictures too. Everything is done for me automatically. I just need to download itunes 8 and that’s it. Any new songs that I download will be inside my itunes and when I connect my Ipod to the pc, I will just update it. I think I uploaded about 300 songs into the player and around 135 pictures but then, I still have 12GB. Getting this nano is a very good deal indeed, no regrets! The only thing left is to get a screen protector and the cover so that I will be scratch proof. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched Bolt. Nice cartoon movie. The dog is SO CUTE! But the funny thing is, how the dog can be as big as the human. In fact, the dog’s face is bigger than the human’s face. Well anyway, is just a cartoon movie. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, by the way, Happy 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday Meng Sang! Another year older, another year wiser, another year with more problems. =) May all your wishes come true ok!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7543637175587434371?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7543637175587434371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7543637175587434371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7543637175587434371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7543637175587434371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-blogged-later-than-i-used-to-on-every.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-95535197455922247</id><published>2008-12-04T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:20:53.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise it will be my last post of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Sky looks dark from my office. I think it’s either going to rain soon, or it already started raining. Today is the first day I parked my car at the season parking area and it’s an outdoor car park. What’s worst, it’s next to the building I’m working to, not the building I’m working at. So when it rains, I will get wet. I need to get myself the small folded umbrella. I used to have one, but I do not know where I put it. Its Esprit’s some more!    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a meeting earlier along with 2 of my supervisors. It was a vendor for this company. They are trying to convince us real hard to buy their item and on our side, we have to convince our management to choose them too! LOL! They tried real hard, I hope they will get at least one of the company’s project.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in this meeting twice already. It’s nice being the one to decide and people wanting you to buy their product. Meaning you play an important role huh! Now I know what I want to work as when I graduate. I would prefer to be in the sales department and then move up to be a manager. That’s my objective. Something I would like to achieve by the time I turn 30. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Another 1 ½ hours to go. I don’t know how to waste my time so I just had to blog again. Sorry if you readers get bored. But understand me; I’m just trying to buy time. During these 2 weeks of work, I have read all the blogs that I can possibly read, check all my mails that I can possibly check, replying all my mails in FB and friendster that I can possibly reply and even finish half my internship report already. I have another 10 more weeks to go after tomorrow and I really hope that there will be something for me to do. I’d rather complain I’m so busy than to complain I’m so bored.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At least even I’m very busy like how I used to be when I worked in HP years back, I don’t feel sleepy at all even though the night before I only slept for 3 hours. But when there is nothing to do, no matter how long you sleep, you just feel like sleeping even more. If I’m not mistaken, next week there will be 2 public holidays one is for all and another especially for Selangor. I wonder if our company is under Selangor? I hope so, and then I will only need to work for 3 days next week. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this weekend is a long one, because Monday is a holiday, my earlier plan was to go down to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to do some shopping! Yes yes, I’m a shopaholic! That’s just me. Last 2 weeks news flash was that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s airport was closed down due to those Thai activists who were protesting outside the airport but today it seems that the case has been settled and the airport is now open. So I guess my trip to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; will be resumed? Earlier, my dad wanted to cancel it or either post pone it. But I don’t think it is necessary now. So I can’t go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, since I’m going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I can’t be shopping at both places, unless I have unlimited amount of money!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me, how to make fast money? LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-95535197455922247?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/95535197455922247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=95535197455922247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/95535197455922247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/95535197455922247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/promise-it-will-be-my-last-post-of-day.html' title='Promise it will be my last post of the day'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4875944190388910242</id><published>2008-12-04T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:50:40.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoever who reads my blog, will think I’m too boring that I have to blog twice a day. Well, I am really very bored here in the office. Only sometimes I have things to do but most of the time, nothing!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend asked me yesterday. Will you accept someone who is 12 years older than you and who is a DJ?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…I don’t mind him being a DJ but 12 years older? Wow! I know people will say age doesn’t matters, but for me it does. 12 years is like a whole cycle in the Chinese calendar. Is not because I think he is too old or what but then, I just feel uncomfortable being with someone so many year difference from my age. I told her, she need to think it through before she makes a move.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been almost 11 months since I last saw my cousin. She put on quite some weight and her “2 mountains” are much bigger now. LOL! Last time mine was bigger but because I lost quite some weight throughout this year, it shrunk and now hers was much bigger!! LOL! I’m not obsessed or anything, but then why is it when most Asians end up in western countries, they will always gain weight!?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes complain that I’m short and fat. Why I’m not tall enough to wear anything I like? Why isn’t my skin as smooth as some people? Why can’t my legs be more slender? Why can’t this…why can’t that? But when I see some people who are worst than me, I should be thankful enough that I’m not that bad after all! Yes, appreciate what you have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4875944190388910242?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4875944190388910242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4875944190388910242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4875944190388910242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4875944190388910242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoever-who-reads-my-blog-will-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4742458291602970298</id><published>2008-12-04T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:22:46.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;GOOoood Morning! Welcome! Welcome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I sound happy today right? Greeting everyone to my blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;OK, here it is, I received my new Ipod nano from cousin last night. She just came back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Before she was back, she asked me whether I wanted anything from there. This was how the conversation went:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Evie: Yuen, you want anything from here or not since I’m coming back on Wednesday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: Erm…nothing that I can think of besides chocolate…(which I love most which can make me happy even when I’m down)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evie: Aiya, I know la chocolates, other than that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: Cannot think of any other things already. What’s there in Aussie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evie: Never mind la, I go walk around see see got anything or not for you ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: OK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evie: Oh ya! Any electronic gadgets that you want from here since cuz it’s cheaper and if it’s more than $300 can claim tax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: Hmmmm……..Yes! Ipod Nano please!!?? How much is it there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evie: It’s about $269….eh no, $279, still cheaper than &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; right since the exchange drop already?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: Yeah yeah..can can, even if it’s $279 is still cheaper by almost RM100.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evie: Ok la! Then I will try to get for you. What color you want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: IF red will be the best choice, if can’t you choose between the purple and black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evie: Alright! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuen: Thanx a lot!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So there goes, my Ipod was on the way. I chat with her last Friday, and on Monday when I saw her online, I just asked her again about the Ipod. She told me she haven’t it yet cause she was away in some place together with her parents who went there for holidays so she didn’t had time to buy for me. And since she hasn’t pack, and it was already a Monday when her flight is on Tuesday in the midnight, she might not be able to buy for me! =( (heart almost break). But then she told me, unless you’re willing to wait till the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December when one of her friends will be coming back, then she can ask them to help buy for me. Though long, but it’s still worth. So, I agreed. BUT then the night before she flew off, she called me and asked me which color do you prefer? She said the purple didn’t look very nice and if I want another color apart from black, she recommended me pink. I didn’t like the pink, so I just ask her to get me the black! What’s the best part; she only got it for $253! Wow, I save even more!!! I love her for being able to get it for me before she flew back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! Thanks a million babe!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to transfer songs to the Ipod but then because my itunes was the older version so I had to download the newer version instead. Last time I had an Ipod shuffle and it got stolen last month when I got snatched thief at my aunty’s housing area (let’s not talk about this robbed case in detail, it terrified me till now). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have wireless connection in my house at Klang, so I couldn’t proceed and had to stopped and think of a way to transfer the songs. I didn’t want to use my dad’s pc because it is full of virus. Moreover the Ipod is new; I don’t want any harm against it. LOL! It’s my part time lover now. Whenever I feel lonely and bored, the only entertainment I get is from my Ipod. So maybe today I will drop by Starbucks or something to update my itunes version then I can start transferring songs tonight. Ooohh I can’t wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Yay! I got my Ipod Nano at last!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4742458291602970298?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4742458291602970298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4742458291602970298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4742458291602970298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4742458291602970298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/nano.html' title='Nano'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6366228973845153523</id><published>2008-12-03T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:41:38.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might seem like a very happy girl, but actually deep down inside me I’m not. Yes, I might have own anything I want because I’m just an only daughter, but what I really want in life has not been achieved yet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always try to please someone without knowing whether am I pleasing myself or hurting myself. I’m sick and tired of being like that, but I just can’t take it away from me. Maybe I’m just brought up to behave like that. I give more than I get in returned. Yes, I know there is no harm giving more, but sometimes too much is not a good thing because things will be taken for granted instead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s so difficult to be a human being in this world sometimes. When you’re too good and people get jealous, they’ll talk about you, when you’re bad, they’ll talk about you too. So how? Just be a dog or any pet also better la…Everyday also get food, get sayang, get to go jalan- jalan sometimes. *Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6366228973845153523?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6366228973845153523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6366228973845153523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6366228973845153523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6366228973845153523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-might-seem-like-very-happy-girl-but.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1075902816125901841</id><published>2008-12-03T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:07:50.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will I regret if I’m going to make this decision?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will my parent be so upset over me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will I get the best or the worst from what I’m going to do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please tell me…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1075902816125901841?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1075902816125901841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1075902816125901841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1075902816125901841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1075902816125901841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-i-regret-if-im-going-to-make-this.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5274381975377173641</id><published>2008-12-03T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:54:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;and chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;and I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;br /&gt;so they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;br /&gt;and make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she’ll be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to come home, to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;think i'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;you thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;and you don't understand, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5274381975377173641?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5274381975377173641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5274381975377173641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5274381975377173641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5274381975377173641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were a Boy'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6160558605602382140</id><published>2008-12-03T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:57:30.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was sick last week and I am sick again this week. I did not go to work yesterday because I was down with a bad migraine due to *ehemmm* woman’s time of the month. If I can take leave for one whole week, I would, not only to rest but also to kill my super free time in the office. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should have done my training last year so that I could enjoy my holidays this year. Too late to regret as we can’t turned back time. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IF I did not meet you in the first place, will I be happier now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IF I had done better, will I be here now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IF I hadn’t gone there, will I be like this now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IF I had never started in the first place, will I be better off now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what life is like if all the “What Ifs” were true. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I a bad friend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I a bad daughter?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I a bad girlfriend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I a bad person?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate myself most of the times for what I have done but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it earlier. Life’s always full of regrets, is just the matter of whether can you leave it and learnt from it or will it haunt you instead to make your life worst? For me, I have learnt from my regrets/mistakes but of course there are still some mistakes we often make though we know we shouldn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love to chat with older people because I believe their experienced in life are of course much greater than mine. Some maybe some may not. The phrase “It’s easier said than done” it’s always true. I had experienced it many times. Whether is it studies, or love, or safety or whatever! We always learn our lesson when it has already happened and then we fear it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6160558605602382140?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6160558605602382140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6160558605602382140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6160558605602382140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6160558605602382140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-sick-last-week-and-i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1710264072984184652</id><published>2008-12-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:10:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another post means another boring day in work. Let’s not talk more about work. Let’s talk about what happen during the weekends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday night:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 9 of us, ME, Ling Ying, Chin Huang, Halim, Wai Loon, Alex, Meng Sang, Benjamin and Tee Yen went to Hard Rock for our so called results celebration dinner. Everyone did well, so congratulations to everyone including me. All have graduated except for me, Alex, Benjamin and Tee Yen. So while the rest are looking for a job or furthering their studies, the 4 of use named will still continue studying for another semester. Anyway, let’s move on to what happen that night. We reached there at 7.30 pm. It took us 2 hours just to reach there due to the terrible traffic jam moreover it was raining as well, so it’s even worst. Once there, we were on the waiting list since I couldn’t make reservation because it was already full. We waited for about 30 minutes or so before we could get our table and that also we have to squeeze 9 persons to a table which was for 6 persons only. Whatever it is, it was better than nothing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m surprised with the service given by them this time. They were not only rude but bossy as well. Actually, not all the staff there of course but some. And to that “some” you better not pissed me of before I make you worst. Despite me a regular there that you can take me for granted, but most of my friends are just first timers there and this kinda treatment is what we get? Even if you don’t give face to me, at least give face to them. You know, when we ushered to our table, that particular waitress/ter said, after eating I would like to have back this table as there are more reservations to come. I got real fire hot when I heard that statement. “Eh Hello!!! I am your God damn customer alright. We have the right to stay there as long as we want. You don’t have any power to tell us what we are supposed to do. I felt so embarrassed because, not only my friends had to wait so long for the seats, and now, they have to rush while eating? No way I’m gonna let that happened. Thank god, these 2 waiters who helped me out and treat me and my friends so well throughout the night. I am very grateful to have that one particular waiter who’s named should not be mentioned. After dinner, we ordered 2 towers or beer since it was happy hour (RM73) non-happy hour (RM173++) and we played this “seven” game which you should know if you are a frequent drinker (Hint: You can’t say multiples of 7 of number with 7). Halim had his first flaming that night since he got the best thesis award and definitely best student of the year. We shared actually, between me, Alex and Halim. Of course if Halim were to drink it himself, I think his head will be spinning the entire night. Some of them had red face, Alex, Chin Huang, Benjamin, Meng Sang and Wai Loon. Me, my face never turned red even if I’m drunk. Everything else went on fine after that. At around midnight, they left and I stayed as I had to meet my other friends here. FYI, most of the time, every Friday night will be a night where all of us (the entire hard rock gang) will meet up, just like a reunion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was there since 8.30pm till 3am. From dinner till clubbing till the end. Usually I will meet up with my hard rock gang at 11pm-12am. But since I had dinner there, so I just stayed all the way. When my friends left, luckily, Bob, Sha Sha and Abang Min was there, so I wasn’t alone. For the entire 3 years I’ve been there I have never heard them stopping customer’s from entering due to “FULL HOUSE”. Usually, the just let people in and tonight was not as crowded as the week before and is already considered “FULL HOUSE”. The GM was there that’s why he was the one who controlled the crowd. Good in a way cause the place will not be to hot and stuffy, knowing that when people start to dance and the band starts to play, the place will be so hot like as if we’re in the sauna especially on the dance floor. My dear friend Ryn came late so she didn’t get the chance to enter. It was also partly my fault, because when she reached she tried calling me 3 times but I didn’t answer the call because I left it in my back like I always do because I’m scared that I will lose it knowing that I am careless. Lucky she managed to get hold of Bob but by the time he told me, she was already gone, waiting in her car together with Omar wanting to go somewhere else just for a drink. I couldn’t persuade her to come back and I will get you in, because I cannot guarantee that she will be able to enter, moreover she was with someone else. Even hose regular drinking customers who opens bottle every weekend can’t bring people in, even worst if it was me. On the other end, Hannah with her bunch of friends insisted on waiting so they queued up and waited for quite some time but they managed to get in at last! So the hard work queuing up paid off at last. LOL! After that, Ijan came and we just enjoyed throughout the whole night. I was dead f**king tired by the time everything ended because I was practically awake for 24 hours. From 7 morning on Friday till 7 morning on Saturday. Reached home, bathe and straight to bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1710264072984184652?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1710264072984184652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1710264072984184652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1710264072984184652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1710264072984184652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-post-means-another-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-313051723850042657</id><published>2008-11-28T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:52:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I don't understand how some people can be so selfish. Do they ever thought about how other people feels? I hate it when priority is given to the same person and the rest just have to follow. I hate it when people think differently about you. And I hate it most when people say you are just the same when you do not know what is it really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-313051723850042657?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/313051723850042657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=313051723850042657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/313051723850042657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/313051723850042657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-understand-how-some-people-can.html' title=''/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5092127805802979508</id><published>2008-11-28T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:27:38.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I have been missing since the last post in this blog. I am now starting to blog again because I'm so blardy boring. I am completing my industrial training in some company in Tropicana Damansara for 3 full months. It seems so long because everyday there is nothing to be done here. My daily routine in the office is just surfing the net and of course blogging. Sometimes, I will given some task to do and I do it fast cause I am so boring that I get excited when there is SOMETHING to do. Since the first day of work (24th Nov 2008), I only did 2 things, one is assisting in counting and checking the amount of valves in some drawing which is so complicated and small and the second one was doing an assignment to find out why the company prefers DCS control system more than PLC control system. I'm still working on that actually. I was so bored that most of the time, I surf the net more than finding out the reason why. My supervisor hand to me 4 proposals so find the answer to his question. 2 are the proposals for DCS and the other 2 are for PLC. (P/S: anyone out there who are reading this post, please advice me why is it better? FYI this company processes chemical stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was still OK. I manage to burn off time because I followed another supervisor to their site in Klang. So he took me around and explained to me many things which I think would help me a lot in my report writing later on. I need to do this report fast and detailed because next semester is my last semester and I want to graduate in September! I don't want to wait for another year just because of this damn industrial training report and not because I failed another subject! OK, so moving on, I was issued a safety boots which looks funny cause they look rough at the same time small because my foot is small and I look hilarious with their white safety cap. Lucky I didn't take any picture of me wearing like that. Maybe no one can recognize me too. Well, half the day I was already there and by the time I reach this office in Tropicana, it was already 3pm, so means I have another 2 hours and 45 minutes and then off I go. By the way, the working time here for me is from 8.30 am to 5.45 pm and the best part is, I'm only paid RM300. Another thing is that, I only have 45 minutes of lunch which is from 12.30pm till 1.15pm. Oh my god, I mean no offense, this company is a public listed company, yes they are good but I am just a trainee. Even if they only pay me RM300 I am still ok with it but I have nothing much to do here and they make me work longer hours than any other company and they only give me 45 minutes of lunch break! The worst part, I have to work for 12 freaking weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of the damn Monash Engineering Law which states that students must undergo an industrial training of a total of 12 weeks in order to graduate. So meaning even if you do well for your exams, but you haven't complete your training, you won't get to graduate at all until you do your training. There are pros and cons the school came up with this idea. Well generally they wanted the students to have a feel what is it like being in the real world of engineers which is good but the thing is just being a trainee for 3 months is too short of a period, mostly nothing much will be learnt because usually, they are too busy to care much about you, and even if they want to give you something to do, it will be plain office paper work. They can't afford to involve you in a big huge project which will cost damn millions if we fail to commit. Anyway, I think they should make it optional for students whether or not they want to undergo the training or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second working day, I followed another supervisor for another meeting. By the way, I have a total of 4 supervisors. Going to back to what I just typed, yes, another meeting which was a discussion with their vendor on what they require if the project is being given to that vendor. Anyway, he wanted me to learn something so he just asked me to follow in. What I did there was just sitting down on a comfortable chair, smiling and listening to their conversation. The whole time, I felt like as if I'm just a doll there! Lol! Anyway, today is already Friday, finally 1 week gone and 11 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5092127805802979508?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5092127805802979508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5092127805802979508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5092127805802979508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5092127805802979508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-comeback.html' title='A New Comeback'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5524626435875578211</id><published>2007-12-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:22:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New T2</title><content type='html'>I went to PC Fair last Saturday and got myself a new camera which I've been crazing for, for months. Finally, I got it and it's a good deal also! RM1300 with a free ODM watch which costs easily RM400. Since now I have a new camera, I can now start loading more pics in already. Especially in my facebook since some friends complaining why got no new pictures in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to use my new cam. So many applications I'm getting blur already! LOL! Anyway, it's a nice white camera. Supposedly, I wanted to get the metallic blue colour, but then since the free watch that comes with it has to blue also and the blue want is so ugly, so I don't have the choice to choose the white instead. Nevermind, it's nice also. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5524626435875578211?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5524626435875578211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5524626435875578211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5524626435875578211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5524626435875578211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-t2.html' title='My New T2'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5658741979553193063</id><published>2007-12-07T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:01:14.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Bali Holiday</title><content type='html'>When to Bali for 5 days 4 nights and  it was a wonderful holiday despite my bad cough. We stayed in 3 different hotels. 2 different hotels in Kuta and one hotel in Ubud. Drink, smoke and shop alot and also got burned because I was to lazy to put on the sun block lotion when I went to the beach. Went to Hard Rock Cafe on Tuesday night and Thursday night to watch my friends from a band perform. Bought quite a lot of things. 5 tops, 3 bottoms, 1 dress, 6 pairs of slippers and some other accessories. When there with one bag, came back with 2. It's normal lar anyway if you go to some place which is like a shopping paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chin Huang also went to want bar in Legian. It's called Apache Bar. Nice environment. Drank their Bintang local beer which was darn cheap and nice and smoke like one whole box of 20s Lucky Strike menthol. The nikotine contain was lower as compared to KL and the price was super low also. After converting to MYR is only RM 3+. My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited some very beautiful places like Tanah Lot and Kintamani where the volcano is. Tanah Lot is a very very beautiful place. The scenery there is superb. If you were to go to Bali for holidays, never miss out visiting Tanah Lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many events happened there, visited so many places and did so many things but I'm just lazy to blog about it. I know I should have put up some pics but then cuz I don't own a camera yet (which I'm hoping to own one soon) so I'm also lazy to get it from CH camera and load it here. Maybe next time lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Bali is a nice place to go for holidays and for shopping especially if you're someone who likes brands like Roxy, Quiksilver, Ripcurl, Billabong, Surfer's Girl and etc. Besides those who like surfing, they should not miss out Bali. I wanted to learn to surf, but because i haven't recover from my sprained ankle which I sprained 2 weeks ago, I couldn't learn how to surf. It's ok, hopefully next year I can go there again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5658741979553193063?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5658741979553193063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5658741979553193063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5658741979553193063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5658741979553193063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/12/wonderful-bali-holiday.html' title='A Wonderful Bali Holiday'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1739786085734012379</id><published>2007-12-07T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:06:04.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy/Difficult</title><content type='html'>It's Easy to get a place in someone's address book&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to get a place in someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to judge the mistakes of others&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to recognize our own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to talk without thinking&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to refrain the tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to hurt someone who loves us&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to heal the wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to forgive others&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to set rules&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to follow them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to dream every night&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to fight for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to show victory&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to assume defeat with dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to admire a full moon&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to see the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to stumble with a stone&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to enjoy life everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to give it's real value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to promise something to someone&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to fulfill that promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to say we love&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to show it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy criticize others&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to improve oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to learn from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to weep for a lost love&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to take care of it so not to lose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to think about improving&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to stop thinking about it and put it into action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to think bad of others&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to give them the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to receive&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to read this&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy to keep the friendship with words&lt;br /&gt;It's Difficult to keep it with meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true when you read everything that is stated above. Why is it difficult for us to do all this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1739786085734012379?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1739786085734012379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1739786085734012379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1739786085734012379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1739786085734012379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/12/easydifficult.html' title='Easy/Difficult'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2202545429865412824</id><published>2007-10-17T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:31:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feared</title><content type='html'>I feared being alone until I learned to like myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared failure until I realized that I only fail if I don't try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared success until I realized I had to try in order to be happy with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared people's opinion until I learned that people will have opinions about me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared rejection until I learned to have faith in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared pain until I learned that it is necessary for growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the truth until I saw the ugliness in lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared life until I experienced it's beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared death until I realized is not an end, but a beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared my destiny until I realized I had the power to change my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared hate until I saw that it was nothing more than ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared love until it touched my heart, making the darkness fade into endless sunny days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared ridicule until I learned how to laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared growing old until I realized that I gained wisdom everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the future until I realized that life just kept getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the past until I realized that it could no longer hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the dark until I saw the beauty of the starlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the light until I learned that the truth will give me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared change until I saw even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a metamorphosis before it could fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope now to find the meaning of life so that I can gain more happiness everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2202545429865412824?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2202545429865412824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2202545429865412824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2202545429865412824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2202545429865412824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feared.html' title='I Feared'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4666929034045156040</id><published>2007-10-11T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:41:51.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation over</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's over. I'm done with it! But I still have another 2 reports to finish and 1 assignment to be done. I'm now in the micro P lab demo-ing my lab test which I did long time ago. Now I'm scared that mine won't work. Gosh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4666929034045156040?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4666929034045156040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4666929034045156040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4666929034045156040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4666929034045156040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/presentation-over.html' title='Presentation over'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3927028816674029833</id><published>2007-10-09T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:26:13.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter the Best Medicine</title><content type='html'>There's this guy in Uni that practically everyone of us avoids. He is one, that you wonder, what the hell is he doing studying engineering in Monash. He always carry a huge back pack, with lots of books in his hands however, he don't seem to score as good as we think he would. No offense, not that I'm saying that he is stupid of what, cause I myself is not that great though, but then, I don't give the impression to people that I am a studious type of girl. Anyway, talking about this post "title", let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, practically our gang, is always in the project lab on Tuesdays to do our project. One of my friend who is not in the same group as I am, was also avoiding this guy I'm talking about. He wanted to go over another side by sitting on the roller chair by just pushing it, however, while going over to the other side, halfway when he saw that guy, he started to go back to his place where he came from. His expression on his face really made me laugh out loud. Oh my, you should be there to watch this scenario. If only I could record it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered once, there was another friend of mine. We were suppose to tour around the new Uni (which is now already officially open) after out exams. While touring, of course we'll drop by the computer labs to check it out. So in one of the computer labs, we were there surfing around, when suddenly my friend came in. He was properly sat behind me, till suddenly, I heard a rushing sound, a sound where someone was trying to hide quickly from something. After few minutes, he came back up, saying, is he gone? is he gone? I wonder who was that, till he told me, that guy lar! Ohok! Understood. Another time he was also hiding behind the walls because of him. So much for avoiding him, while my friend came down the stairs looking somewhere else talking to another friend, out of nowhere, that guy appeared right behind him! When my friend turned to look, he got a shock of his life. His expression then also left me laughing out loud. I laugh till I got stomach ache lar! Hahahahahahaha!!!! I laugh so much, because I watch the whole incident happened, as I was standing somewhere near them and watch that guy slowly walking towards my friend. Gosh, poor him. Sometimes to think about him , I really pity him, however, knowing his attitude like that, I can't blame people from avoiding him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3927028816674029833?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3927028816674029833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3927028816674029833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3927028816674029833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3927028816674029833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/laughter-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter the Best Medicine'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8614917788673849113</id><published>2007-10-09T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:35:55.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report  Week</title><content type='html'>This whole week, I've only be working on report since last Saturday. If not reports, then assignments, got no time to start studying yet. Oh no! Finals is in a months time, maybe a few days lesser. It starts on the 6th and ends on the 12th. Though I can't wait for it to end, however, I also don't want it to start. Anyway, the time will come soon though, SO I better get started as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies pending, Resident Evil Extinction, The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising and Knocked Up. When will I have the time to watch these movies? A friend of mine invited me to watch Resident Evil Extinction with her bunch of friends who are also in Engineering, but I don't really know them well, this Thursday night, but I rejected cause I have to wait for my gang to watch. So, if my gang decided to leave me out, I'm going to kill them! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8614917788673849113?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8614917788673849113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8614917788673849113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8614917788673849113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8614917788673849113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/report-week.html' title='Report  Week'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4694535581561414439</id><published>2007-10-02T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:22:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI Addict</title><content type='html'>Recently, I'm addicted to the CSI's series, especially CSI NY and CSI Miami. Every Monday, I will definitely sit down in front of the TV from 8pm till 11pm. Haha. Yes I know I noticed how nice CSI is so late, but nevermind it's OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4694535581561414439?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4694535581561414439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4694535581561414439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4694535581561414439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4694535581561414439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/csi-addict.html' title='CSI Addict'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3323895677102979036</id><published>2007-10-01T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:23:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Me</title><content type='html'>This song keeps singing in my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're sleeping are you dreamingI&lt;br /&gt;f your dreaming are you dreaming of me?I&lt;br /&gt; can't believe you actually picked me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(”Hi Justin, this is your mother, and it's 2:33 on Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I was just calling to see how you ware doing.&lt;br /&gt;You sounded really uptight last night.&lt;br /&gt;It made me a little nervous, and a l... and... well... it made me nervous, it sounded&lt;br /&gt;like you were nervous, too.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make sure you were really OK,&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, and...&lt;br /&gt;Take care honey&lt;br /&gt;I know you're under a lot of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;See ya. Bye bye”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head&lt;br /&gt;They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home&lt;br /&gt;There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain&lt;br /&gt;An ounce of peace is all I want for you.&lt;br /&gt;Will you never call again?&lt;br /&gt;And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?&lt;br /&gt;And will you never try to reach me?&lt;br /&gt;It is I that wanted space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again&lt;br /&gt;In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate&lt;br /&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave&lt;br /&gt;Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made&lt;br /&gt;And like a baby boy I never was a man&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”&lt;br /&gt;Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Children voices:]&lt;br /&gt;If you're sleeping, are you dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you actually picked me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3323895677102979036?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3323895677102979036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3323895677102979036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3323895677102979036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3323895677102979036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/hate-me.html' title='Hate Me'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3481637238730770008</id><published>2007-10-01T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:14:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People around us</title><content type='html'>When I was much younger, my mum used to tell me, never trust any friends around you. You can have good friends and close friends, but you must not let them know too much about your personal life. I don't believe her last time, but now, I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I think I had a really good friends I can rely on, I realise I would lose it one day. Real close friends never did lasted around me. Maybe I'm fated to be a lone ranger. Since I was born I was already fated to be the one and only child in the family, and I guess that's the reason why. Or maybe I'm having an attitude problem which cause people to stay away from me. Damn that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years living in this "journey of life" is not an easy one. My years might still be young, but I have been through what a 25 year old adult been through. I might sound emo, but it's true. I share some of my experiences with some of my friends who are older than me and they are surprised to listen to my stories cuz some never even had that experienced before. Sometimes I feel like as if I've live for ages already. Haha. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, I realise people around us, are just faking. It's difficult nowadays to find one who is really true. I'm serious! Because, I have already seen many. Even myself, sometimes I also fake. I admit, but I try not to do it so often since I myself dislike "fakers"(is there such word?). Sometimes is hard to blame why people are so fake nowadays, since the world itself is also turning fake. Everyone have no choice but to be the worst people in the world to survive in this era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really pissed with people who looks down on me. Yes I am not as smart as you guys, I am not as hardworking as you guys, I am a total failure in Uni whereas you guys always score so damn great, but let me tell you ONE thing, listen and READ this "I might be a loser and failure in Uni, but once I graduate and start working, I will definitely beat those who even has honours or masters in their certificate!". MARK MY WORDS. Don't think that if your great in studies you will be great in the working life!! And once when I succeed in my working life, don't come running to me asking for help, cuz I don't help and don't do a favour for those who look down on me or those who treat me like a piece of shit! Doesn't mean if  you don't tell me that you look down on me, don't think I do not know it, I might be stupid in studies, but I'm not stupid in reading what people think about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3481637238730770008?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3481637238730770008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3481637238730770008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3481637238730770008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3481637238730770008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/10/people-around-us.html' title='People around us'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3314389333811088557</id><published>2007-09-27T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:11:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy people doing crazy things</title><content type='html'>I am on a one week break now. So far, it had not really been a really great one, but a CRAZY one though. Started of on Friday, my ball night, I found it boring, so I left to Hard Rock early, around 10 something. The ball was held in Mandarin Oriental, KL. It was not bad lar actually, just that my group of friends weren't there, that's why it made me bored. I was tag along to go together with Su-Lyn and Ling Ying, I felt sorry for them as I left earlier, and the both of them are stranded there and waiting for someone to fetch them back. Lucky for Ling Ying, that her dad is willing to fetch her back at 11pm, however Su-Lyn, had to wait for another friend to fetch her back, so she had to suffer the boringness for a longer time. Poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Saturday, I went back to Klang, since it had been a long time I didn't not go back already. I stayed in Klang till Wednesday, and only came back up today. The original plan was to come back up to Sunway on Wednesday, however, my vrazy friends CH, Alex, WW and Halim, after watching the movie Skinwalker in The Curve, out of no where, someone said, let's go genting, oh my god, I thought they were just kidding at first, but they weren't. At 5pm they decided to go genting, we went home, pack out things, met up at 8pm and left to genting. WW drove up his bro's Wish up, while going up the highlands, Alex took over and drove all the way up since he's better! Haha. Anyway, reach genting around 10pm, check in the hotel, went for dinner, then walk around the cold breeze outside in the dark. Quite scary. The tadaaaa!!! it was my first time entering the Casino, since I am already officially 21. Haha. I won lar, but not much. But proud though, first time entering and I won! Haha. It's just good luck lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't had much sleep, cuz we spent quite a long time in the casino, except for Halim and WW they both did not enter. Left genting the next day around 11am++ and reach Klang around 4pm after seeing the doctor again. For god sake, it's the third time in 2 weeks I visited the doctor. Enough! I need to be more careful in what I eat, cuz my throat is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3314389333811088557?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3314389333811088557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3314389333811088557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3314389333811088557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3314389333811088557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy-people-doing-crazy-things.html' title='Crazy people doing crazy things'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6028407704865380429</id><published>2007-09-13T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:37:40.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>Nothing to blog about cuz I'm not in the mood. I'msick and feeling weak. That's all you guys need to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6028407704865380429?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6028407704865380429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6028407704865380429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6028407704865380429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6028407704865380429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/09/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7387722854303388617</id><published>2007-09-11T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:41:37.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUMMER!</title><content type='html'>MicroP exam just over this morning. It was supposed to be a 1 hour 45 minutes lab exam but instead it become a 2 hours plus test. And because of that, our written exam will be postponed till to be advised. Gosh non of us finished it. It was quite difficult as compared to last semester (how i knnew, cause I fail that sub last sem). Now out lecturer is deciding whether to give us another test, cuz he doesn't wants to fail us. Please I just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I wake up, I feel very sleepy and always said to myself, what ever plan I plan for, I'm not gonna do it. But after bathing with icy cold water, and feeling more fresh, I'll do anything and sometimes even more that what I planned to do. Half a year ago I use to bathe with hot water because there was heater, but last month, I started bathing with cold water because the plug got burn and couldn't work anymore. Don't know what happen to it, stupid plug even the fius is not working if not, it wouldn't make a hole into the power point. The whole apartment was smelly everytime afetr I bathe, I didn't know why until 2 days later. I realised that the apertment always had this burned smell after I bathe, so one fine day, I decided to find out what was it, I followed the wire, and then there it was, the plug has melted. THANK GOD the apartment didn't blew up! God Bless Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coming back to where I was, yeah, one down, 2 more to go. One this coming Saturday and another is to be advised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7387722854303388617?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7387722854303388617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7387722854303388617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7387722854303388617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7387722854303388617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/09/bummer.html' title='BUMMER!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5502136116565761012</id><published>2007-09-10T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:49:03.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend was a tiring one. I worked the whole day on Saturday from 7 in the morning till almost 9 in the night. I was working in Sunway Resort Hotel for the Monash graduation ceremony. Not me who's graduating but my other seniors who finished studying last year and this middle of the year. I was working for an australian photo studio company. Monash actually hired them to take studio pictures for those graduates and family. They really do look after their people huh. Because they can actually invite those photographer locally instead from overseas and in fact if they invite local studio photographers, it is much cheaper than hiring those from aussie. But it was fun working with them thought although is tiring and me and my other 2 friends had been standing practically most of the time. However, they were supposed to pay us RM250 at first, but then once everything end, they ended up paying us RM350 each. Wow! Good deal right? Haha. Anyway, in the end everything was worth though. Next year, I hope I will be working for them again. Haha, at least I can earn some money to buy myself more stuff that I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat I was supposed to go for dinner together with Fara in KL. Ended up in hrc again. For the first time I was there, I felt like sleeping. Haha. It never felt this way before. Guess Iw as really tired. But I could still last through out the night, after everything, went for a drink, then straight back home and sleep immediately!~ Woke up around 12 something, when back to Klang to meet my parents along with chin huang at around 3pm. Home was like heaven when I only go back after 2 weeks plus. When home studied a little for a while, then sleep again, the bed was to resisting including the air cond as well. Gosh, but only slept a while lar. Pack my clothes because those in the apartment is running low. I realised my wardrobe is expanding very big already. Though I took out alot of clothes from the cupboard and hang those who were folded on the table the wardrobe is still very full!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, that won't stop me from shopping unless I am real broke! Haha. Naughty me, I know I know. In the night, we went for dinner. We ate steamboat since my mum and chin huang wasn't feeling well. I sweat like hell wei! At around 9pm, my journey back home to sunway started together with chin huang. Reach home, continue studying again and then slept at 12 something. There goes the weekend!!!!~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5502136116565761012?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5502136116565761012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5502136116565761012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5502136116565761012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5502136116565761012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8658461970624459010</id><published>2007-09-07T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:48:12.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday felt like Friday</title><content type='html'>Sorry tht I only blog things tht happened yesterday, today. I am lazy to go online when I am at home lar. That's why. I often use the pc in uni more than my laptop at home. I am distracted with other things like my bed, food, tv and yes cleaning. Have I ever mentioned before that I am one clean freak? I get very irritated when I see a single strain of hair on the floor. I'll pick it up nd throw right into the bin. Every time when I clean the house, I will make sure the floor is SHINNING clean. Yes I know I'm crazy at times, but this is just my nature lar. So whoever wants a housemate who cleans everytime, you can definitely find me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Manufacturing lab was cancelled in the morning, so I only had 2 hours lecture from 12-2pm but I skip cuz I was in the Elab working on the Altera again. So it does feel like Friday when actually, it is Friday today! Usually on Fridays I have one MicroP lecture and that's it. That's why yesterday felt like today! Haha. Usually, I hope that time past faster. But today, I hope that time passes by slower. Because I have 2 tests next week and I'm nto even half ready! Oh No!!!! I find it difficult for me to concentrate. Just don't know why la! Someone half to pinch me or give me a big tight slap to make me wake up! (Just Kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I have to sleep early, I have to work from 7 in the morning till 7 at night. for 12 freaking hours, but thank god the pay is ok. In fact good lar. How good? (It's private and confidential) Anyway, I definitely need to sleep early tonight lar so that I won't faint while working! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Can't think of anything to blog about. Maybe tomorrow lar, or if not, Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8658461970624459010?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8658461970624459010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8658461970624459010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8658461970624459010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8658461970624459010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-felt-like-friday.html' title='Thursday felt like Friday'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4234189166067407818</id><published>2007-09-06T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:53:03.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Posts</title><content type='html'>6th Sept 2007:&lt;br /&gt;After 8 weeks of "relaxing", I have 2 tests next week. One for MicroP worth 20% in 3 hours, 2 hours lab test, an hour of written test. Gosh. Another one will be Manufacturing on Saturday. Suddenly need to study so much. Still don't have the real mood to study yet! But have to still, no choice unless I wanna fucking fail any subjects again. Anyway, I'm now in the Elab working on my Altera board which is damn boring at times. That's why I'm blogging! Lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Sept 2007:&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to hrc with my friend Ijan. She will be flying to Jakarta tomorrow for 4 days, for holidays! Wow how nice! If only I could follow her there! But I'm studying, I cant, that's why sometimes I feel like working at least I have leaves to take and I can go anywhere with anyone. Her flight from LCCT to Jakarta is at 7am. She was so excited about this trip cuz she is going alone. At first she was suppose to go with another friend, but last minute the friend couldn't make it cuz didn't manage to get approval for leave.haha. Poor her. Well continuing, since she was so excited and her flight was so early, she needed to chek in an hour before, enough said, she had to take the bus from KL sentral at 4.30am. She was scared to fall asleep cuz she's worried that she'll miss the flight, so she decided to hang around in hrc together along with me. We had ample of time. By the time the band played their 3rd set, it was only 2.15am and we still had another 2 more hours to go before I could send her to KL sentral for her to catch the bus to LCCT. To waste our time, we went Lotus t had a drink and a meal I was feeling hungry so I ate if not I usually never eat after hrc but I didn't finish the mee goreng I ordered. Luckily time passed fast because we were exchanging grandmother stories aiya, you know lar girls gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping her off, I flew back (as in drove real fast) as quick as I could cuz it was 4am in the morning and the road was quiet. Yeah I know. I won't go out so late so often when I'm alone anymore. Anyway I was scared also lar, cuz the last time I came back around 2 something after midnight studying I bump into a F**KING flasher as mentioned in mt post much earlier. It was even worst than bumping into a ghost wei! Lucky enough, I reached home safely, the lift weren't working so I ran up the stairs. Thank god onlu 6th floor, if it was 17th I think by the time I reach up, I need someone to fetch me to the hospital already! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Sept 2007:&lt;br /&gt;Had MicroP lab as usual. I thought it was suppose to be Mr. Veera that will evaluate us today but instead it was still Mr. Nader (*jumps happily*). The most shocking news was when Mr.Nader annouced that our 20% test will be next week. In my hear I was like what the hell, why tell now? can't he told us earlier or something. Anyway, nevermind, nothing can be said and done excpet just STUDY. Things were normal as every Tuesday was, had lab in the morning, followed by a lecture, and then 3 hours of break and finally another 3 hours of project lab. After that went back home and slept a while. Dinner was at 8pm in Taman Paramount, the famous "yam tong" (soup) place. It is famous for their steam soup, in fact all their food there are steamed. It is healthy though. Since chin huang was not feeling well, that's why we decided to eat there. Then the night end after having a stick of cigarette and watching Beauty and the Gee, funny reality show though, watching the dumb beauties dating with geniuses geek guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Seot 2007:&lt;br /&gt;Classes always started at 11am on Mondays, it was Manufacturing lecture which was boring as ever. His damn voice is so monotonous that makes all his student sleep in the lecture. Well, after that I had a 1 hour only Modelling Tutorial. My day was just plain boring. Studied a lil though for manufacturing since the test is in 2 weeks time. After that, I need more sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sept 2007:&lt;br /&gt;It was TYen's  birthday today. He's turning 21! So happy birthday yeah boy! Haha. Enjoy while you're still young (the way I ptu my words is like as if I am already old!) Anyway, I my age seems young, but honestly I've been through as much experience as a 25 year old human! Alright, as usual, we will celebrate everyone's birthday. This time we celebrated his in Jack's Place Sunway Pyramid. When he wanted to blow his birthday cake, he thought it was chocolate but it was durian instead. Sorry lar boy, we didn't know that you love chocolates. About his present, we could only afford to buy him a wallet when he wanted the Arsenal Jersey, sorry lar boy again, only 10 people sharing you present lar, not enough money. We would love to buy for you if our parents open a printing bank notes money! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the day and likes you present! At night, I went for dinner together with chin huang's parents and then only he told me that his parents might celebrate the bro's birthday which is on the 3rd Sept. So again I bought another cake and ate another cake. Both from the same place "Cake Sense" but diffrent flavour lar of cuz, this time it was orange. I love to buy cakes from there if the occasion is small because the cake is just nice for small group. And the price is reasonable and the decoration, close to fantastic. Lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Sept 2007:&lt;br /&gt;Today was Midvalley's turn to have their Midnite sale. When they say Midnite, means the shops will all close at 12am. Kinda weird though. Usually when people say midnite, it was suppose to at least last a while after midnite, not immediately close at 12am. Anyway, the sale weren't that great lar. In fact only certain shop participate, not all. Some, right after 10, they start closing already. So boring and not sporting. Haha. But common man, it is midnite sale for the whole shopping complex, just participate lar, at least got more to look forward to than to only see certain shops open. Plain old boring things. Didn't buy anything for myself and chin huang though, just bought the wallet for TYen and a sleeveless shirt for Paula, my dear lady singer from the band Redemption who once played in Hard Rock Cafe, KL in the month of June and July. She's hot babe! But sorry, she's married already. Haha. And she have a nice name, Joanne-Paula. Sweet~I woke up late today because I went to Hard Rock with my friends to chill. After clubbing, I went Lotus again to drink till about 4.30am and by the time I reached home it was already 5am. That explains why I woke up late. After I woke up, I had a short study period along with chin huang at Mcd's and then at my apartment. Well, I was also actually supposed to go midnight study together with cher and kc, but I told her I will be late so I guess she waited for me till bored already and her bf wants to sleep early, so we cancelled that plan. Haha! So called for our studying night. The next time cher, we MUST start doing it, remember, we don't want to have the same feeling of fear we had only studying few days before our paper! Haha. And I promise to be early so that you won't wait till sien!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Sept 2007:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy 50th Merdeka Malaysia! Yeah, for foreigners who are reading, it's our Malaysia's birthday! Haha. Anyway, I woke up late today because I went out shopping in 1U midnight sales together with chin huang and after that when to meet up with his friends and gambled a while till 4am. Bought hell alot of things. I bought myself 4 t-shirts and chin huang bought himself 2 t-shirts and 2 boxers. Signed my card till no one's business. Haha, look like next month I have to be worried of my credit card bill! Anyway, it is fun to once in a while go shopping like this. I was real happy with what I bought! Enough said. After that we watche Fracture. It's a good movie, watch it if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alright, I'm signing off now, another lab session is coming in so I need to get the hell out of this lab!- Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4234189166067407818?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4234189166067407818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4234189166067407818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4234189166067407818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4234189166067407818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/09/list-of-posts.html' title='List of Posts'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5301631319079722135</id><published>2007-08-14T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:10:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No MicroP Lab</title><content type='html'>Yes, the title says so, microP lab has been cancelled today and I'm in uni randomly doing something. I knew it yesterday that the lab was cancelled but I still came only thing abit later instead of 8am just to continue on with lab 3. But now since I don't have the C codes to run the specific task, I'm blogging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is already Tuesday, 4 more days will be my grand 21st birthday party. Gosh aren't I excited. I am but not as excited as you think I am. Probably is not that near yet! Anyway I will be celebrating it in the Royal Selangor Yatch Club in Port Klang on the 18th of August 2007. Yes, especiall to Tan Sue-Li whom is stuck in Aus, and I can't invite you, this is where I will be celebrating. I will try to post some pics, but if you can't find it here, please go to my friendster and see lar. Easier also lar ah po!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the biggest party I ever planned in my entire 21 years of living in this world! Maybe the next big one will be my wedding, but not so soon lar of cuz! 21!1 Gosh I can't believe I am an official adult already. Can practically enter the casino for real, and also clubbing for real. Don't have to sneak in already (not that I've tried sneaking in before) I always just go in. I look matured or I can say old I guess that's why they don't usually check. On with my party, I will be having my party at the poolside unless it starts raining and I have to shift inside the restaurant instead. But I really hope it wont't rain. One is because it's fun having a poolside party, second, there is another birthday celebration going on in the club as well which is also inside the restaurant, as I only invited most to most 100 people, the other party had 15o people. Oh my, I don't want my party to be together with those outsiders, no offence but then if ever we mixed out parties together, it will be like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this post makes me more excited about my party! Haha. I invited lots of relatives and friends! Oh my, I really hope my party will turn out to be a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5301631319079722135?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5301631319079722135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5301631319079722135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5301631319079722135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5301631319079722135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-microp-lab.html' title='No MicroP Lab'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1875210899836098679</id><published>2007-08-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:11:28.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired but still surviving</title><content type='html'>Gosh, what a long today. Been awake since 7.30 in the morning till now. I had 2 labs today. Micro. P lab was the most tiring one which starts from 8 till 11. Can you imagine early in the morning already dealing with programming. Woo, this is the last thing that I ever wanna touch and think man! Who ask me to be so stupid and lazy that I failed this subject and had to repeat again. All thanks to my laziness, but I promise myself I'll try my best to do well this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micro lab is never that fun last sem when I took it cuz it's in groups of three. Now that I am on my own, I learn more. Is a good thing though but having to start it from scratch is tiring. Building the stupid system then waiting for it to compile is irritating enough. Not only that, let's just say if one of the item we added into the system is wrong, that's it we have to redo and compile again. These take for hours man! That's why sometimes is time wasting. Miss one step, and there goes your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to me today was, last week, the project that I saved in the local C drive was all gone. FUCK whoever who deleted it, I had to start again. But I was not that bad, my friend Alex was even worst. At least I realised it and started building it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to Alex was like this, he came in the morning, reading the lab sheet for the last exercise. While reading he was already scratching his head on how to do it, then kept asking and dreaming till Mr. Nader even commented that he was looking around more than doing his work. Then he just kept "kepo-ing" around other people's one without realising his not done yet. He even tried to debug and typed C codes to make the altera board run as hoped. While debugging it, he praying and hoping that everything was fine, but sadly, didn't then round 10, he got fed-up and tried to ask Yoong Kang for help. While trying to figure out what's wrong, Yoong Kang realised the error and told Alex, this is not the file! Alex when like "Oh No!!". Haha. Funny him, after 2 long hours, he had to start it all over again. Poor him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we will be doing the god damn lab again on Thursday. Haha, hopefully everything goes well for everyone including my baby..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1875210899836098679?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1875210899836098679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1875210899836098679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1875210899836098679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1875210899836098679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/08/tired-but-still-surviving.html' title='Tired but still surviving'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3738840704652722514</id><published>2007-08-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:42:33.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I hate waiting. I dislike people who likes to make me wait. While waiting for you, I can do so many stuff but because you always said wait shortly, I waited. Next time why don't I try making you wait then you tell me how it feels alright? WASTE OF TIME! FUCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3738840704652722514?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3738840704652722514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3738840704652722514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3738840704652722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3738840704652722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-4660370529152026056</id><published>2007-08-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:57:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just updates</title><content type='html'>Firstly, Sue-li if you're reading this post, I'm sorry for not posting anything for a long time. Had been lazy not busy to post up stuff..Sorry again~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing interesting happen lately. Since the first week of uni started, it has all been wake up, get ready to go uni, go for class, class done, go back, eat dinner(only sometimes), watch tv, do some revision then sleep. So BORING right? My god, I can't stand this life at times, feel like giving up and just having fun. But without a degree, I won't get a good job, no good job leads to no good salary and no good salary leads to no good life. In short, still have to study~ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another 1 and the half year more to go, provided I don't fail more. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I already watched almost all the english movies that are shown in the cinema. Starting from transformers-nice, die-hard 4-wow, harry-potter-not as good as the previous one, the simpsons-super funny, disturbia-boring, the invisible-touching. So far till now, the only show that i havent watch is bordertown casting jennifer lopez. I'm waiting to watch that too. Besides, I'm waiting for rise of the blood hunter, rush hour 3 and ratatouille to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging because I'm having break now till 12, anyway, gotta go makan first, will have lectures from 12-2pm. Before I get gastric again I better grab something first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-4660370529152026056?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/4660370529152026056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=4660370529152026056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4660370529152026056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/4660370529152026056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-updates.html' title='Just updates'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8977746875235117944</id><published>2007-07-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:44:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Lab</title><content type='html'>Last week was just pure lectures, this week, my labs started. I had my first modelling lab and tute today. So far so good, at least we weren't so lost like how we are when we did power lab last year. Cuz this time my lecturer Dr. Edwin and the tutor, I don't know how to spell his name, is very good. haha. They are so helpful. Now, I'm hoping when I do my thesis next year, I'll get the opportunity to be under him, as he is much better and helpful compared to the other lecturers man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this modelling lab still look and feel ok. I'm hoping all 4 labs for modelling will also be ok. This time, I promise to myself I will be more hardworking than the semesters that had past. Yes, I must, no matter how tough it takes. Some might think I'm just bullshitting, but this time I'm for real. I WILL make myself study!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8977746875235117944?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8977746875235117944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8977746875235117944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8977746875235117944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8977746875235117944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-of-lab.html' title='First day of Lab'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8888912426988650523</id><published>2007-07-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T03:27:33.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Klang not to spend time at home but to attend my dear friends birthday party. One each night, Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night as well. Yup, since all the 1986s are all 21 this year, it's a big celebration for everyone, maybe not everyone, but most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I attended one which was very grand, it's like attending a wedding dinner. But it was fun though. I was so glad that I met alot of my long time no see friends, and i missed chatting with them and also laughing with them. I remember those were the days, when we meet up with one another just to gossip or maybe joke around or what so ever. But now, most of us have our own paths, all walking on different paths that separates us. Some remains the same, some really change 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised we are all now 21, being and official adult, everyone will have their on way. Some already working, some still studying, like me, some just started studying, some flying off to further their studies. People change huh, some getting fatter, some getting prettier, some getting thinner, some getting taller, some getting more handsome but sad to say there are some who are getting uglier. Haha, what to do, this is life, things change whether you like it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8888912426988650523?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8888912426988650523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8888912426988650523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8888912426988650523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8888912426988650523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3567046314731720114</id><published>2007-07-19T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:43:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I'm sometimes very confused with what I'm doing. Am I blind or am I not? Am I all out of love or I want more? Why am I doing things that I'm not supposed to do and not doing things that I am supposed to do? What's with me nowadays? What happened to the Yuen Shin that I once knew? Sometimes I feel that I've changed to be a very different person whom people no longer know me that well anymore. Why did I changed? Did I do it on purpose? Did I do it for the sake of doing it? Or did I do it just because I want to please everyone? I know it's wrong, but I still continue doing it. There are a lot of things that I want to talk about to someone who I can trust, but I can't because I don't trust anyone besides myself. I cry sometimes wondering what has become of me? I don't know who am I now. I need someone to tell me and guide me, but who? Enough said, sometimes I hope I was never born out in this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3567046314731720114?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3567046314731720114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3567046314731720114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3567046314731720114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3567046314731720114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/07/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-6526046315681369988</id><published>2007-07-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:46:08.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning</title><content type='html'>2nd sem had started and a new study life begins. I must now remind myself, no playing, no smoking, no drinking etc. but can I avoid myself from doing all this? We'll see by the mid of this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-6526046315681369988?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/6526046315681369988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=6526046315681369988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6526046315681369988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/6526046315681369988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-3359045961276212655</id><published>2007-06-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:46:51.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Stress Is Over!</title><content type='html'>And so the title says, exams are over. I have less stress now until the 13th when the results are gonna come out. Anyway, although it's been a stressful 3 weeks, but I will definitely miss those weeks. I miss going to Mcd almost every night to study and one day before a paper, I used to stay up very late together with alex and sometimes with cher studying all the way till 4 and only having 3 hours of sleep. Pimples start popping out like nobody's business and my face look so dead now. Look like a old aunty.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I will take a break from Mcd. Enough of Mcd maybe until the next semester begins. This is the first time through out my schooling time, till SAM, till uni, I'm so stressed out till I break down into tears. I never felt like that before. Maybe this year is really though. Honestly I regretted taking engineering, but I can't turn back time now, I must finish this no matter how difficult it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, throughout exams and late night studies, SHIT happened. There was one night where I came back around 2 something in the morning after studying in Mcd, while I was on the way up in the lift to my 6th floor, i fucking bump into a flasher. This fucker got down on the 3rd floor and while walking out of the lift, he flash his fucking cock to me. Being "quite" calm, in my heart I was like what the fuck are you trying to do but at the same time scared, I still managed to spray the fucking pepper spray at him, but he managed to avoid it. Stupid blardy bastard, fucking sex maniac, nothing better to do is it? The next time I see him I will spray the pepper spray on his cock instead, FUCKER! watch out man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, if I come back late nights, I will either put a night in cher's house or chin huang's hse or either as chin huang to overnight in the apartment. This place, Lagoon Perdana is fucking scary. Even now the lights in the lift aren't working, only one is lighted up and the lift is dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I did nothing much only when to 1U jalan-jalan. Wanted to watch a movie, but the time are not suitable, then we went to play snooker with Alex instead. After that when to it "lut-lut" and I'm having stomach ache now, I wonder is it because of the "lut-lut"? sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this holiday, I will be going to singapore with my friends.Yay! A good break finally. Away from stress and problems. Was supposed to plan to go to bali, but because I decided to shop with my spiff, I cancelled the trip to bali and will only go another time. Too bad this time the spiff isn't as good as the previous one, so things that I wanna do are more constraint. LOL~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, without exam there's no stress, but sometimes is boring when I come to think about it. Sometimes a little stress is good. At least it lights up my life a little. HAHA! Now I have to plan how to fill my time till the next semester begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on the next blog. I'm sleepy now, need to catch up with my sleep! GOOD NIGHT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-3359045961276212655?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/3359045961276212655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=3359045961276212655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3359045961276212655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/3359045961276212655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/exam-stress-is-over.html' title='Exam Stress Is Over!'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-7130564574616478147</id><published>2007-06-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:56:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girls don't cry</title><content type='html'>Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;Your probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song so much. Don't know why, but just love it. Anyway it's dedicated to a friend of mine. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-7130564574616478147?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/7130564574616478147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=7130564574616478147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7130564574616478147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/7130564574616478147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big girls don&apos;t cry'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-9107040638478809777</id><published>2007-06-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:26:17.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day away yet still dreaming</title><content type='html'>It's only one and the half day away from my first paper, and I'm still have time to blog. I don't know why I can make myself concentrate during the day but my brains can work better during the night. In short, I can only study well at nights. Last night till 3am I was in McD ss15 studying with my friends. I can't afford to this everynight cuz my exams are still a long way go till the 25th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sleep late every night, one fine day I will fall sick and cannot afford to fall sick if I want to pass all my papers. That's the problem with last minute studying. Every time when I study towards exams are coming, I will tell myself "next time must study earlier then don't have to struggle till like that" but somehow it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester after semester I've been repeating the same old routine. DAMN~! Is there anyone that can suggest me a better way of forcing myself to study? sigh... I know i know, I play too much also but that's just me lar..as long study and pass can already, don't need to score so high. It's not a good attitude though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-9107040638478809777?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/9107040638478809777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=9107040638478809777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/9107040638478809777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/9107040638478809777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-away-yet-still-dreaming.html' title='A day away yet still dreaming'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-8537896087807471661</id><published>2007-06-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:40:50.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>My resolution for these two months is to SLIM down. And mark my words, I WILL!!&lt;br /&gt;-shit i must no matter what although these 3 days, I've been eating good food...- haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-8537896087807471661?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/8537896087807471661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=8537896087807471661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8537896087807471661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/8537896087807471661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-5142720133329059162</id><published>2007-06-06T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:40:16.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy In Love</title><content type='html'>I'm so crazy in love these few days. Not with boys but with shopping. Lately, I've been doing shopping a lot as compared o other years, and what's worst, they are all expensive. OMG, I need to cut down before I declare myself bankrupt! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a lst of things I bought for the past one month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Naf Naf dress&lt;br /&gt;2. La Primavera Heels&lt;br /&gt;3. Lewre Sandals&lt;br /&gt;4. MNG spagetti stripe&lt;br /&gt;5. Blouse from Top shop&lt;br /&gt;6.  ELLE handbag&lt;br /&gt;7. Tube top from Top shop&lt;br /&gt;8. Yin &amp; Yang dress&lt;br /&gt;9. 2 Esprit T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;10. Arnold Palmer T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;11. Skirt from Tribeca&lt;br /&gt;12. One long top from some side stalls in Subang Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My total bill just buying all those came up to about RM1200. Haha..crazy..When I look at it, I don't believe myself after calculating my receipts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been buying bottles and bottles of nail polishes too. And some make up lar...Maybe I'm trying to be a real girl already..cuz I'm officially turning 21 in hmm let me see... 2 months 14 days time ..lol~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I NEED TO CONTROL AND START SAVING. If unless I have sponsors I will continue... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the crazyness of shopping, I'm trying to diet also so that I can fit into all my clothes which I can't wear last time..forcing myself to lose weight. I already made deals with certain friends, trust me, the next sem, you'll see me slimmer than before.. haha (I better hope so!) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-5142720133329059162?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/5142720133329059162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=5142720133329059162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5142720133329059162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/5142720133329059162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-in-love.html' title='Crazy In Love'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-561747867095089762</id><published>2007-06-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:11:59.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>When it comes to studying it's always boring. I wonder why/ Maybe I'm just not interested in it. Honestly, I can't wait to work and earn my own money. Most of my friends fear of working but I'm not. I wonder why again. Am i that weird? I feel that working life suites me better than studying. But now no matter what I have to force myself to study just to get the degree and then I can continue with life.. ha~~ that's my plan..faster study finish, faster work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think about working, I don't think I will end up working as what I'm studying. I don't enjoy engineering that much. And if I'm given a chance, I would had major in marketing and finance. But it's too late already. Nevermind, when I work, I still have the slight chances. haha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when some juniors asked me should they study engineering, I will advise them, if you're not a hardworking person, better not! It's true..in this course you can't get lazy, you barely have time to get lazy, if you're lazy you'll end up strugling like me. 2 weeks before exam getting scared and worried and over-stressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to end now. I seriously need to get back to study before I fail another paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-561747867095089762?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/561747867095089762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=561747867095089762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/561747867095089762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/561747867095089762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-1044084553930017313</id><published>2007-06-04T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:54:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramdom</title><content type='html'>I'n so boring that i've started blogging again. At least ppl whom I hardly see will know what's going on with me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was suppsoe to study since finals are approaching but I can't seem to focus well. What I'm doing now is planning for my hols more than paying attention while studying.. NAUGHTY ME!I know I know, will start paying attention, if not I'll fali again like 2 sems ago..better hope and pray hard not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about hols, it will be here soon once my exams are over. Since it's for 3 weeks, I think I'll try to find a lot of thing to do, i.e. going to singapore, genting, cameron highlands and maybe crazy enough bali...that depends how much of $$$ i've got..haha...any sponsors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get back to my book world before I dream further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-1044084553930017313?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/1044084553930017313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=1044084553930017313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1044084553930017313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/1044084553930017313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/ramdom.html' title='Ramdom'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-2580047268395480000</id><published>2007-06-03T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:14:40.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You know why i can't study? Its because of you who neglects me lately, because of you saying you're sien of me, beause of you who don't put me as your first priority anymore. If you think that you're right and think again. It won't take you long. Sometimes I feel you've changed but you think I'm crazy if i ever tell you that. You don't used to be someone who I once knew and who i wanted to be with. Last time you will volunteer, now i must beg. WHY? Did i did something wrong to you that you hate me so much. If you really hate me so much, then why continue? Why you always lie to me that you love me when i asked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether you're getting more bored with me cuz I don't study or maybe cuz I'm stupid. If you do, meaning you don't love me for who I am. Everytime I see you with your friends I get very jealous, beacuse you seems to be happier with them than with me..You don't know how I feel sitting next to you when you're laughing along with you friend but when you're with me, you just keep quiet till i bring up a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me feel so sad till I don't know where I stand in your heart. Everything that I asked for is so hard to be done but when your friends ask for it. it's just a  simple "yes". When I wanna watch the movie, it's usually "no" because you have so much thing to do, but when your friends asked, straight away the answer is "yes". WHY? You know I love you so much that I am willing to follow your flow without complaining. But I don't know how long can I stand. Please don't blame me if I ever leave you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I try my best to be a better person so that you will not find me sien. But I realized the more I try, the worst it gets. Because of you treating me like that. I had to find another girlfriend of mind to be my company. Someone who can share my problems with. You used to be that person, but now I find it hard to tell you stuff, cuz u always act like you're not listening. You are not that guy that I used to love 8 months ago. You were very different then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY did you change? Is it because you feel that I'm stupid, or maybe you feel I'm getting uglier, or maybe you don't want me anymore. Everytime when I wish you were there for me, but you weren't. I always tell myself, maybe you are very busy studying, so don't disturb him but then I realize I'm just lying to myself to be happy. Inside me, I know you're not so into me anymore like you used to. I always thought you weren't that tyoe of guy, but you proof me wrong. I'm here now to give you a chance to proof me wrong. Show me that you still love me not just saying it. I'm not complaining, but I just want you to realize that I'm unhappy and what I feel. If I'm given one wish, I would prefer you to be you last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you very much, but why do you take me for granted? You know I'm willing to do anything for you no matter what your answers are, but don't you feel evil sometimes? You know something that I have not tell you lately? Call me stupid, but no matter how much pain I'm going through, there is only YOU in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I LOVE YOU-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-2580047268395480000?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/2580047268395480000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=2580047268395480000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2580047268395480000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/2580047268395480000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2007/06/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-115609623312933555</id><published>2006-08-21T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:50:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My previous post was just about dear celebrating my birthday for me. This one now, is about my great friends whom brought more fun into my birthday this year. At 11 hours 59 minutes 59 seconds, 20th august 2006, was the last minute of my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Earlier this morning, I was just staying at home so boring. Chat with su-lyn, weng wai, ling ying and complaint to yoong kang that is so boring and he asked back, "birthday also so boring ar?". Then was chatting with wei leng and I actually asked her "what day is today ar?" she answered, "what day?" I said, "my birthday la!" then she said, "don't lie"..hahaha..then nevermind, dear came over twice, once was to pass me my lunch then he left 10 minutes later to fetch his sister from piano class and the other one was to pass water to me. Before he passed the water to me, I called him and asked him where was he, he said he was on the way to edwin's house to return back some money. Then I was wondering, wah~~so free to run here and there ar? He took a on hour nap when he left back to home at 4pm and said he'll bring me out for dinner later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, being as blur as usually wei leng can be, maybe this time I'm more blur. Firstly, everything was already planned. Everyone's acting skills were very good. I give you all an A++. Chat with su-lyn, she never mentioned anything about celebrating my birthday, chat with ling ying also like that, chat with weng wai also something like that, just telling me, "ok, I need to go out, chat later" then chat with yoong kang, he can tell me, "oklar, have to go out already, bye bye!" Chat with wei leng somemore never wish me and keep talking about her eric c (sorry lar didn't read your blog till now). And most of all, my dear. Full of drama, when I called him in the afternoon before he passed me the water, he told me he was on the way to edwin's house when actually he was together with weng wai still searching for my cake that I wanted to eat so much. Then in the evening when I was waiting for him to come I messaged him and ask where was he, he said he was on the LDP highway, damn jan, when actually he was already at uni waiting for the rest to come before he can come and fetch me, after fetching me, he pretend to ask where I want to eat and when I said don't know, he came out with an idea, let's eat thai food, spicy somemore. I was like OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;While searching for parking, he was acting weird when I suggested to use the road that will pass by the restaurant and after parking and while walking to the restaurant, I turned my head and saw my friends, weng wai, su-lyn, ling ying, yoong kang, benjamin, tee yen and aik hoong all sitting down on the table. The moment I entered, weng wai and the rest were like, "eh how come you all here? wah so ngam we eat in the same place! and got extra chair somemore!" hahahaha, you guys really made my day. At the dinner table, dear told me, cannot find you "Suchan" cake shop lar. I was like nevermind lar, any cake also can, don't have to purposely be that particular one but in the end, it was the TIRAMISU CAKE FROM SUCHAN! Hmm, how many more surprises you want to give me baby? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks to wei leng for coming though you showed up late and for tee yen for turning up though you are not feeling well. To ben who had to sacrifice his MAN U game and for eating so much that MAN U managed to score so many goals. and of cuz to the rest also. It's ok, halim if you can't make it. calling me "jie jie" in your message is already touching enough also! haha. everyone, THANK YOU THANK YOU!! muaks muaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess, my special birthday brought luck to some people. Wei Leng, you wont a N73 handphone and baby, you won't kinda alot in poker!! I hope I'll always be everyone's lucky charm. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Having you all as my friends are already one great present to me every single year. Without you guys, I don't know what will everyday be like. =) You guys will be in my heart no matter what. Love you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And last but not least, having chin huang as my boyfriend is also the greatest gift for me. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p/s: but guys, you still owe me my present! but I also can't think what is out there for you all to buy for me already when the best are all in front of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11731164-115609623312933555?l=why-why-ess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/feeds/115609623312933555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11731164&amp;postID=115609623312933555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/115609623312933555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11731164/posts/default/115609623312933555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-why-ess.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-memorable-birthday_21.html' title='ONE MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>YUEN SHIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754671242134648354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twrTNtwiCeA/ST9flR7POUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_lKiNLhIgh4/S220/yuen1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731164.post-115605352265624700</id><published>2006-08-20T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:58:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, yes, as the title says, it's my birthday today. My dear wanted to be the earliest to celebrate my birthday, so we celebrated yesterday. He brought me to Victoria Station and later, went for the movie "Click" together with Weng Wai nd Halim. It was a nice movie. Worth watching! I cried at certain parts of the movie. Touching yet funny. After movie, baby fetch me back, had a slow drive so when the clock strike 12am, he will be the first to wish me face to face. Yay! Guess what was my present from him?? A beautiful lovable necklace from diamond and platinum. I like it very much. Thank you very much, Chin Huang dear. *smiling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Every birthday, will be a memorable one because it has its special memories. But this year, will be extra special. Celebrating with the one I LOVE and the one that meant a lot to me. That special person itself can be my birthday present already. I wish there will be more of these birthdays in years to come. 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