<?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-7454133648857699487</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:47:08.205-08:00</updated><category term='MeiFon'/><title type='text'>The Insignificant Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6956351626068975680</id><published>2011-05-19T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:48:25.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Stages of Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loving this one. Truly helps me to see how my life has been and will be. It takes courage to go through all these, something that some people do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Denial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- First, you did not want to listen to it. You ignored the symptoms though it was obvious. You accepted the lies because you wanted to believe that things were still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt; - Truth came out. Anger. Harsh words are uttered. I am still in this level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bargain&lt;/span&gt; - You try to put some rules so that things will remain the same, or so you thought. I have been to this level and I really need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Days of thinking 'what if'. Friends and family around while you are at this level will help a lot. Your thought will keep drifting back to the source but as time passes, things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt; - Accept that things are finally over. I hope the day comes soon. And when the day does come, which I am sure it will, I won't even bat an eyelid when I heard about your news. And I will know, that I am free from you, at last!&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/7454133648857699487-6956351626068975680?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6956351626068975680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6956351626068975680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6956351626068975680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6956351626068975680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2011/05/five-stages-of-grief.html' title='Five Stages of Grief'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4414591884455209853</id><published>2011-05-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:52:33.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, an acquaintance (he knows me, I know him but we never talk) called me up and started to say really harsh and hurtful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This acquaintance is taking the side of another dear friend of mine (is it still dear friend, I wonder?). He has no business whatever but he decides to take part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear friend, I felt, let me to be scolded and bashed up by this stranger guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started the call by saying, not to mess with him since he has connection with gangster at his place. He proceeded with lots of harsh and cruel words that would not be suitable to be typed here. I am proud to say that I did not shout back but I merely calmly replied him back. And mind you, without any harsh words. I know well that fire and fire would not end well. He is the fire, I am the water, who will win, eh? I can even sense that he is proud to have gangster connection which actually really amused me. What a guy! Such kiddish thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of receiving such a call and to be treated such way is not nice. Experience from the past helps me to recover fast, but still, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see a dear friend turns her back to me. It hurts to get such call. It hurts that I care for the friend but it was not appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson that night. Friends, will always be friends. Sisterhood and brotherhood might be true for some, but for me, it has always led to more pain. Never will I dare to overcommit in a friendship anymore, especially to those friends who don't treasure you well. Family should always remain your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stepping back. I have enough. I should have stepped back from the earlier beginning. It is a regret to know the dear friend. It is a regret that things ended this way. But now, it is time to protect me, myself and I.&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/7454133648857699487-4414591884455209853?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4414591884455209853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4414591884455209853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4414591884455209853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4414591884455209853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2011/05/lesson-to-remember.html' title='A Lesson To Remember'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3980476354565740007</id><published>2011-05-14T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:02:36.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly BBQ</title><content type='html'>I am spoiled staying in Belaga with the weekly BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belaga is pretty much a place where there is nothing to do during weekend. No shopping mall to jalan-jalan, no cinema to go watch movies and no interesting food outlets for me to try new food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is dead here in Belaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes Belaga interesting, are the people that are there at the same place and same time with me. Those people make an impact in my life. My social skill has been horribly jeopardized before so it is good to know that I am not lacking in that particular skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, continuously for weeks, we have BBQ every week this year. These are the people aka teachers who joined in the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Junaris. This place is where they stayed and many many thanks for accommodating us every time we craved for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1LLCJGlYXto/Tc4u6HlB8eI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vm5XwfgcbqE/s1600/02.%2BJunaris%2Band%2BAndy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1LLCJGlYXto/Tc4u6HlB8eI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vm5XwfgcbqE/s400/02.%2BJunaris%2Band%2BAndy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606470162124501474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Kong. A crazy lady. Enough said.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsgcuo9T1mU/Tc4u5-49JPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P8DXhvitWAE/s1600/01.%2BBetty%2BKong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsgcuo9T1mU/Tc4u5-49JPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P8DXhvitWAE/s400/01.%2BBetty%2BKong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606470159792153842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Ruddy. Betty's husband. Tough on the outside but Betty brings out all the softness in him. A senior teacher in the school where his views and opinions should be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEfxc7Bmdk/Tc4u6fe8tyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uOycT0Qsb2E/s1600/03.%2BRuddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEfxc7Bmdk/Tc4u6fe8tyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uOycT0Qsb2E/s400/03.%2BRuddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606470168541443874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley. My housemate. Good to be bullied. LOL.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5aYtE5HQDk/Tc4u6mrSt3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/WY6v4-8XMEI/s1600/05.%2BShirley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5aYtE5HQDk/Tc4u6mrSt3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/WY6v4-8XMEI/s400/05.%2BShirley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606470170472265586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miki aka Standly Kong. The underage member in the group. He is still in secondary school and is Betty's little brother. It is good to have him around so that we can say, "Miki, take the water!" "Miki, bring me a chair!" "Miki, why are you standing here? Go find something to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcL5Y9RoYT0/Tc4u6rWQWFI/AAAAAAAAAus/tr4PsIKRWGc/s1600/04.%2BMiki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcL5Y9RoYT0/Tc4u6rWQWFI/AAAAAAAAAus/tr4PsIKRWGc/s400/04.%2BMiki.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606470171726207058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. A good bully.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jdFdeR1FPI/Tc4wPP3FBsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YvYbY2FiWXw/s1600/06.%2BMe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jdFdeR1FPI/Tc4wPP3FBsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YvYbY2FiWXw/s400/06.%2BMe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471624636565186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually, KKT would join us too but on that day when the pictures were taken, he was busy with school works and decided to skip this BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, let me show you some pictures, what we usually do during the weekends.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7HGTRVpglI/Tc4wQKj7BdI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NgI2wIndTEs/s1600/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7HGTRVpglI/Tc4wQKj7BdI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NgI2wIndTEs/s400/IMG_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471640393909714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it is important to get the fire started. Guys will do this. We girls, will sit back and chat.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xaf-zkcV8Lk/Tc4wPtDp9rI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Yk_qY2yZknw/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xaf-zkcV8Lk/Tc4wPtDp9rI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Yk_qY2yZknw/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471632473945778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But sometimes, it's good to have Miki, so that he did everything, and we sat and chatted. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xMXnNV2TdI/Tc4wQVGbjBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_JvSdJXLuJg/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xMXnNV2TdI/Tc4wQVGbjBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_JvSdJXLuJg/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471643223002130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NByVxjnAM0/Tc4wPDUc3JI/AAAAAAAAAvE/9sZmw5JiG8s/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NByVxjnAM0/Tc4wPDUc3JI/AAAAAAAAAvE/9sZmw5JiG8s/s400/IMG_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471621270101138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPpaRXtgPIw/Tc4y6DxLanI/AAAAAAAAAxM/WRdIsECOvGQ/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPpaRXtgPIw/Tc4y6DxLanI/AAAAAAAAAxM/WRdIsECOvGQ/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606474559148223090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's not only Miki. We all play a part in this BBQ. BBQ is all about teamwork and cooperation. Nobody sits around not doing anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AC3VOhpbEc/Tc4y5ZQwNbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/eJRzq2Ooh4c/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AC3VOhpbEc/Tc4y5ZQwNbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/eJRzq2Ooh4c/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606474547737933234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c30lKD5hvoc/Tc41hRRNeeI/AAAAAAAAAyM/K-aJ-H7Wjy0/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c30lKD5hvoc/Tc41hRRNeeI/AAAAAAAAAyM/K-aJ-H7Wjy0/s400/IMG_1354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606477431810390498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy...yummy...porky porky...barbequed porky is super delicious and crunchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeulL6KpjFc/Tc4y6RPG23I/AAAAAAAAAxU/JY3w1_tEcQc/s1600/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeulL6KpjFc/Tc4y6RPG23I/AAAAAAAAAxU/JY3w1_tEcQc/s400/IMG_1321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606474562763414386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The penjaga daging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DToNE8J_nzI/Tc40cxxXeAI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8b3uMhvZ0oE/s1600/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DToNE8J_nzI/Tc40cxxXeAI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8b3uMhvZ0oE/s400/IMG_1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606476255124224002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tunggu makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkMYPND0GTo/Tc41gzHxIxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pSW8f0G7B98/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkMYPND0GTo/Tc41gzHxIxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pSW8f0G7B98/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606477423717720850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Showing off her colourful fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaMXMC4B_Dc/Tc40dX0TaXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/his5omcosPo/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaMXMC4B_Dc/Tc40dX0TaXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/his5omcosPo/s400/IMG_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606476265337088370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The orang gaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_xBuAC-u9M/Tc4y5yC_zCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CljDbfsTnoY/s1600/IMG_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_xBuAC-u9M/Tc4y5yC_zCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CljDbfsTnoY/s400/IMG_1315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606474554391120930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many many fun moments. I should bring my camera with me more often :)&lt;br /&gt;Food and drink. Of course, these are incomparable with those food in classy restaurant, but having good company is always the best thing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbdjL9yFB3w/Tc41iBcbM0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wq10SZrBdtc/s1600/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbdjL9yFB3w/Tc41iBcbM0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wq10SZrBdtc/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606477444742329154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jb0vi5t9Oxc/Tc40dhsZuHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MV7Tt1QQ7qw/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jb0vi5t9Oxc/Tc40dhsZuHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MV7Tt1QQ7qw/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606476267988301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn8r8wA2Yok/Tc40eMmQGmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/V_5Xg790s34/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn8r8wA2Yok/Tc40eMmQGmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/V_5Xg790s34/s400/IMG_1345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606476279505230434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOx7-AXG154/Tc41iUkzlNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tRhFFnHk73U/s1600/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOx7-AXG154/Tc41iUkzlNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tRhFFnHk73U/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606477449877755090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkOkjyNOIcg/Tc4y5s-lY0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/-ls16fC1xFo/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkOkjyNOIcg/Tc4y5s-lY0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/-ls16fC1xFo/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606474553030435650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, usually we ended the night with a few drinks. Just a few, mind you. We don't smoke, we don't drink until we lose our head. Just some casual drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will still take me 3 to 5 years before I can apply to transfer from this place. But for now, it is best I treasure all my moments with these wonderful people. :)&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/7454133648857699487-3980476354565740007?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3980476354565740007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3980476354565740007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3980476354565740007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3980476354565740007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekly-bbq.html' title='Weekly BBQ'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1LLCJGlYXto/Tc4u6HlB8eI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vm5XwfgcbqE/s72-c/02.%2BJunaris%2Band%2BAndy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3859707040112391943</id><published>2011-05-13T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:24:31.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought there won't be anymore heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am through with hurtful people, through with hurtful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long, long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long because it was unpleasant throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought the worst out of me and it also brought me much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, when it was too painful, I could not tear at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do I stop fighting and put all of them to the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I stop regretting all the choices I made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the past be remembered as only the past and not painful memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so stupid throughout to be cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I do not have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders far and wide. It's a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen enough of you. The real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do so much for you and to be treated in such way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I should do, but do I have the strength?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-3859707040112391943?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3859707040112391943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3859707040112391943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3859707040112391943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3859707040112391943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2011/05/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4457423023144132788</id><published>2010-09-21T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:54:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please do something, Celcom.</title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Celcom Broadband user. My number is 0138508481. My name is Miss Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed few days ago by my colleagues that Celcom now charges monthly RM2 for paper bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who always supports protection towards better environment, I was happy to hear the news. I have recently cancel a number of paper bills and change to online billing as it is so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the Celcom helpline to notify that I would opt for the paperless bill. To my disappointment, I was informed that I have to go to the nearest Celcom branches to settle my email billing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in Belaga, Sarawak, serving as a teacher in the rural area. Celcom broadband has enabled me to reach out to the outside world where Streamyx is unavailable. Therefore, the earliest I can escape from this rural area and settle my billing will be in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like the fact that I will be paying extra RM2 every month when I clearly do not want the paper bill. I do not like the fact that changing into email billing can be so troublesome where I have to go by myself to go and change by billing. I have done a lot of things through phone calls, I just can't see, why I can't change my billing by a simple phone call. Or by online. Afterall, your official website stated out loud and clear, "Manage Your Account Online".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want paper bill. As simple as that. And I have to travel for 4 hours to the nearest Celcom Center just to do it, with the cost of RM100 for transportation to and fro. I can't even ask my nearest relatives or friends to go to Celcom Center to do it for my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is only RM2, but it still gets me and irritates me. I am frustrated that such a simple thing is unable to do through online or phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, can you show me the way out? I am unable to go to the nearest Celcom Center but I really want to cancel my paper bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I applaud the Celcom Broadband for reaching out to rural areas such as my place and enable me to go online whenever I want. However, after years in this place, the line is still very much slow. Despite I was shown EDGE speed, my daily speed only reaches 20.00 to 50.00 kbps max. It was and still is a frustrating experience when I needed to do something urgent with a connection that is unstable and slower than a dial up. I really hope the appropriate authorities would take action against this matter. Currently, almost all government servants in this area uses Celcom Broadband. This roughly means around 200+ people subscribe for Celcom here. A policlinic is going to be opened here at the end of this year, and that means  more people will be here. Can the system here be upgraded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another matter, is the Celcom Careline. Few weeks ago, I heard of the government broadband plan being offered to government servants. Since it is a better plan, I decided to subscribe to this plan. However, i heard the plan is selling like hot cakes and therefore I tried to call the Celcom Careline to enquire the phone number of Kajang branch. I wanted to know if the plan is still available as going to Kajang branch is quite a distance for me. Imagine to my surprise when the operator is unable to provide such information to me. I feel like the Celcom family doesn't bond really well with each other that they don't know each other numbers. I tried to search online. ALL THE NUMBERS online are out of service. Really, why put it online then? With no other choice, I went to Kajang Celcom Center and as expected all the modemns were out of stock. I can't subscribe for any plans if there are no available modems (according to them). Since I am a really loyal fan of Celcom, I went to Cheras Celcom Center instead to ask further. The people inside claimed they do not offer government broadband plan. I asked numerous Blue Cube around KL, none knew or heard of such plan. Some kindly suggested to go to Celcom Center to ask. Again, this is a really frustrating experience especially I took numerous trips which was not really convenient for me, I did not get any satisfying answer. And yes, I called Celcom Careline about this matter too. A helpful operator explained that one can easily subscribe such plan in any Blue Cube. Different information from different people. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will get a swift reply on this three matter. Let me summarise it once more for easier reference.&lt;br /&gt;1. I do not want paper bill but I can't cancel it unless I walk into nearest Celcom Center which I can't do so now. Can I cancel it online or through phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can the system be upgraded in Belaga? Faster connection for everyone here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why with the different answers on government broadband plans? Celcom Careline operators have always been helpful, but not really knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Bridget Patricia Lee - God bless you all&lt;br /&gt;    * http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-4457423023144132788?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4457423023144132788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4457423023144132788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4457423023144132788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4457423023144132788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-do-something-celcom.html' title='Please do something, Celcom.'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7160110191160896204</id><published>2010-02-27T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:38:22.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Several years back, someone bashed me up in her blog. It was an unpleasant experience. I still remember my feeling at that time when I first read her blog. My heart started to palpitate, cold sweats forming on my forehead and it felt like all my happiness had been sucked out from my body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a horrible experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise myself never to do it on another human being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questions formed in my head - What are my friends gonna think when they read this? Why is she announcing to the whole wide world about this? Where am I gonna hide my face? Why can't she tell me straight about things she doesn't like about me, instead of letting me finding it through her blog?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to realise that she knew that I was a frequent reader of her blog, she purposely intended that post to be read by me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sould was broken that day. And it took me years to heal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, that blog is yours. You have every right to write whatever you want. You can be loud, you can be free. I am sure you will mention that freedom of speech has been bestowed on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it is all bout what you want, what you need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the comfort of blogging, one starts to forget, words hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-7160110191160896204?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7160110191160896204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7160110191160896204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7160110191160896204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7160110191160896204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-hurts.html' title='Word Hurts'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8260455963324447069</id><published>2010-02-09T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:21:27.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Happening To Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The coming Chinese New Year holiday does not excite me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things lately in life, despite going great, no longer excite me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't visualize my future. I no longer know what I want, where I will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am scared of losing the fighting spirit in me. Work is, well, just work. Where is the passion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times when I would not mind if &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; happen to me, because I no longer have anticipation in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How is it possible that I can sink so low?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is happening to me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/7454133648857699487-8260455963324447069?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8260455963324447069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8260455963324447069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8260455963324447069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8260455963324447069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-happening-to-me.html' title='What Is Happening To Me?'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5065258692027529054</id><published>2010-01-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:41:24.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First of all, happy 22nd birthday to my younger brother!! His birthday is today, 100110. Enjoy your special day to the fullest! And you are old already!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, calling out too EdwinaHugh and an anonymous user. Both had put comments on my previous post, but I accidentally deleted their comments. I am so so so sorry. By the way, to EdwinaHugh (if you are reading this), what do you mean when you wrote in Chinese character, "Only those who speak with a smile, can take a leading role..." I don't quite understand you. :-D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the first week of schooling in 2010 has ended. Life has been great throughout. But it has only been the first week. More torturous and suffering weeks are going to ensued. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am the newly elected Guru Pengawas Harian dan Asrama. I am the newly elected Warden Asrama. I am the form teacher of a Form 4 class. I have 25 periods of teaching, Form 1, 2 and 4 English. Thursday is the most tiring one, with eight periods of teaching out of nine periods perday. There are still so many things for me to learn. And to see. And to experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, several of my colleagues gathered and started to play cards. We had so much fun laughing at each other's silliness. Looking back, I knew it was hard to find at anywhere else, colleagues that are so fun-loving like the one I have now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Sunday morning, the swarms of bees at my balcony mysteriously disappeared after staying there for weeks. That is good news as I can finally access my balcony again to dry my clothes. Later, I will be going for a Mandarin lesson with another colleague of mine. He teaches me Chinese, I teach him guitar. Good barter system. :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first week of January started great. I pray that it will continue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-5065258692027529054?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5065258692027529054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5065258692027529054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5065258692027529054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5065258692027529054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010.html' title='January 2010!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7325163376260883012</id><published>2009-12-28T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:39:31.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remaining Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The end of 2009 is approaching. As always, it is only at the end of something, that weak human beings start to reflect over their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, 2009 has been one of the best year in my life. Yes, the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here are the reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friends and their family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2009 is the year where I get to be closer with lots of friends that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am proud to have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. 2009 is also the year where I stayed with lots of my friends at their house. This gives me the opportunity to get to know their families and lifestyles. My friends have wonderful families. Their parents always welcome me warmly to their house and are always generous with hugs. I believe strongly that &lt;strong&gt;good family foundation will determine what kind of a person you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The wonderful hospitality that I had experienced - Gnet's parents and siblings, Brenda's parents and brother, Steph's parents and sister, Joyce's parents, Eileen's parents, and Connie's daddy. Thank you all. My 2009 is great, thanks to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sucky friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2009 will be the year where I remember that friendship hurts as well. Years long of friendships is destroyed with reasons that until now I do not know why. Nor do I bother to know now because it would not change anything already. However, after months of healing, I realise the experience has taught me a lot. I am grateful for the experience, I am grateful to get rid of the people that did me more harm than good and I am grateful for who I turn out to be after the incident. I am grateful that I no longer spend hours gossiping and laughing over someone's imperfect teeth. I am grateful to be able to break away from my comfort zone and enter new zones. I am grateful that I no longer play a part in discriminating people I don't like. I know I had hurt people terribly before, and in the end, I tasted my own medicine when they pushed me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Padan muka saya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Oh well, overall it is still an enlightening experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jalan-jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh yessssssssss, 2009 is the funnest year of all because I get to visit so so so many places. Melaka, Bukit Tinggi, FRIM, Cameron Highlands, Batu Caves, and ICG in Johor. Not to forget Miri and &lt;strong&gt;Sabah!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And of course, Kuala Lumpur!! I love visiting all the above places, especially when you have great company. Coming in 2010, Mount Kinabalu climb in June and definitely something will go on as well in December. Somewhere overseas perhaps? I crave for Boeing 747. ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Graduation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The end of my university life. The end of my six years of degree-studying. I have achieved what I have wanted academically and still get lots of fun along the way. I am glad that I do not choose to bury my nose into books and live a mundane life of studying. I study moderately and play hard. And 2009 proves that all has been worthwhile. Master study coming soon...I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erhu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I performed in an orchestra! On a stage! WOW. @.@ And I learned to play erhu. Another music instruments skills under my belt. *beaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Alcohol consumption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2009 is the year I am exposed to so much drinking. And also to geng makcik minum. To remember &lt;strong&gt;all the stupid things we do and say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; when we are not sober. To remember back &lt;strong&gt;all the things we dare to do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;because we are not sober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes, I am a working adult. YUCK. It sounds like such a heavy responsibility. But I do enjoy the salary that I get. I have to admit that I was surprised when I received my first posting because it was in a rural area. However, on my second day of working, I felt right at home. My immediate adaptation to a new place surprises me as well. And since my posting, I never miss home. I still love my parents of course but I wouldn't mind to live all by myself. I wouldn't mind not going back to my hometown during holidays. I am ready to start a new life by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finish studying and starting to work are definitely the highlights of 2009. These are all the things that happened in 2009 that makes my life kinda interesting. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&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/7454133648857699487-7325163376260883012?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7325163376260883012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7325163376260883012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7325163376260883012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7325163376260883012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/12/remaining-days.html' title='The Remaining Days'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8848377601818623766</id><published>2009-12-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:33:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello people. (If there are anyone left reading my very-not-updated blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my life is currently very satisfying. 2009 is definitely the best year I ever have. Everything has been wonderful with amazing people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Makciks had blogged about everything that happen in my life. Therefore, I find it unnecessary to blog out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enter &lt;a href="http://brencho.blogspot.com/2009/11/crashing-land-below-wind.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-little-getaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above two links are my KK trip! My first ever trip to The Land Below The Wind. It was fantastic and very eye-opener. Looking forward to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And click &lt;a href="http://brencho.blogspot.com/2009/12/land-of-hornbill-part-1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://brencho.blogspot.com/2009/12/land-of-hornbills-part-2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the full story when Makcik Brenda came for a visit to Sarawak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is ending soon. Happy working or happy studying again once more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8848377601818623766?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8848377601818623766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8848377601818623766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8848377601818623766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8848377601818623766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6967891756088206047</id><published>2009-11-08T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:54:17.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakun Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>Thirty teachers from my school grabbed the opportunity to visit Bakun dam on 8 November 2009. The trip was very memorable as I experienced a lot of first-times in the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First time to wear and own a corporate shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgz3rRKI/AAAAAAAAArU/QZ3i6PKvqMo/s1600-h/35.+PB081364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgz3rRKI/AAAAAAAAArU/QZ3i6PKvqMo/s400/35.+PB081364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401930877756982434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First time to wear a life jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgpco4rI/AAAAAAAAArE/yX2MHnTS0J4/s1600-h/07.+DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgpco4rI/AAAAAAAAArE/yX2MHnTS0J4/s400/07.+DSC01269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401930874959225522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First time to naik perahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveJLCnfZ_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/hJ9t-U-QN_I/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveJLCnfZ_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/hJ9t-U-QN_I/s400/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401937100828272626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDg_JeFQI/AAAAAAAAArM/iGK1Ohqr6kY/s1600-h/27.+IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDg_JeFQI/AAAAAAAAArM/iGK1Ohqr6kY/s400/27.+IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401930880784405762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. First time to camwhore in an open boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgKbLjKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/aiLppEUzYK4/s1600-h/02.+DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgKbLjKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/aiLppEUzYK4/s400/02.+DSC01249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401930866631609506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First time to wear a hard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGS6k8TCI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tPhcJ_ypEOk/s1600-h/62.+PB081405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGS6k8TCI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tPhcJ_ypEOk/s400/62.+PB081405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401933937574169634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. First time to visit the Bakun dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGTKM3wZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6CtJ9mr9M4s/s1600-h/65.+P1010570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGTKM3wZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6CtJ9mr9M4s/s400/65.+P1010570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401933941768176018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. First time to follow an outdoor trip with the other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGTmnD5TI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Dcch2ApqFfw/s1600-h/89.+P1010623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGTmnD5TI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Dcch2ApqFfw/s400/89.+P1010623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401933949394216242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGT4fJYUI/AAAAAAAAAsk/H-6QdHTj-ic/s1600-h/94.+DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveGT4fJYUI/AAAAAAAAAsk/H-6QdHTj-ic/s400/94.+DSC01304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401933954192859458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveHaYPWPGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/bj8SSv7m42E/s1600-h/101a.+IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveHaYPWPGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/bj8SSv7m42E/s400/101a.+IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401935165307370594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First time to try to jump while wearing a pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveJLRtL8xI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3c8wDEcc-aI/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveJLRtL8xI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3c8wDEcc-aI/s400/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401937104878695186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. First time to visit a primary school that is so rural, you get RM1500 of hardship allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveHag1gs1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/dpwr8q2THFg/s1600-h/108.+P1010653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveHag1gs1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/dpwr8q2THFg/s400/108.+P1010653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401935167614923602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First time to climb up a 4WD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveHbPQ0cQI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NvTUdmZAoiI/s1600-h/143.+IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveHbPQ0cQI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NvTUdmZAoiI/s400/143.+IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401935180077494530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to have this bunch of noisy and loud teachers as colleagues. They remind me so much of my crazy friends in UKM. We laughed so hard and made such loud noise that we don't really seem like teachers. Oh well, better act and stay young while we still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I have always believe that things happen for a reason, regardless of how hard and how painful it is. As times pass, I started to see things where I am hugely blessed. Experience has taught me a lot. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-6967891756088206047?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6967891756088206047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6967891756088206047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6967891756088206047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6967891756088206047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/11/bakun-trip-2009.html' title='Bakun Trip 2009'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SveDgz3rRKI/AAAAAAAAArU/QZ3i6PKvqMo/s72-c/35.+PB081364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5008961886523746501</id><published>2009-11-03T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:05:48.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>I know I should have updated my blog more often. I know I should post some new entries in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life lately has either been too interesting and busy that I could not find any time to jot it down, or life has been too boring that there is nothing I could write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, that is not an excuse. I should really put an entry soon. Soon, people. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am busy with the school's annual prize ceremony. There are hundreds of presents to wrap and thousand of money to give away. And I am in charge of all these. Lots of new things to learn, lots of new craps to learn as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-5008961886523746501?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5008961886523746501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5008961886523746501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5008961886523746501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5008961886523746501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6214181149423280803</id><published>2009-08-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:03:11.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>It is the end of the holiday. It is time to say goodbye again to my loved ones.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvmfsUOCVI/AAAAAAAAApc/_6jCPunl6z0/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvmfsUOCVI/AAAAAAAAApc/_6jCPunl6z0/s400/aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376144012343118162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that the holiday has ended, but at the same time I am also restless for more actions in my working place. Hihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I have fixed my mind in settling down for several years in my new working place, it is time to buy all my stuff. Therefore, this morning, me and Miss Chok (my housemate) rushed around Bintulu town like mad women, buying thousands ringgit of stuff as in the afternoon, we had to travel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never spend so much before in my life. -..- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that I have bought to make my life in a small, rural town more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvnqLjb90I/AAAAAAAAAp0/fb38uAZwSr0/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvnqLjb90I/AAAAAAAAAp0/fb38uAZwSr0/s400/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376145292038764354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, washing machine is important! Basuh baju tired oh...(btw, i assembled the washing machine all by myself. I am considering to work as a technicion now as my part time job. Afterall, i can assemble a washing machine all by myself. All my myself. Have I told u guys that I assemble a washing machine all by myself? yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvtBO2dulI/AAAAAAAAAqs/1idHgQ1kyOA/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvtBO2dulI/AAAAAAAAAqs/1idHgQ1kyOA/s400/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376151185619008082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV is important. So is DVD player. Astro decoder coming soon. :-) One needs to know the latest E-news, the latest gossip, and the interesting history lessons, True Hollywood Story. The tv is still in the box. No time to open it up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Spvnp9poFhI/AAAAAAAAAps/v-dsJ2AYSrY/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Spvnp9poFhI/AAAAAAAAAps/v-dsJ2AYSrY/s400/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376145288306628114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the messiness. I just couldn't find the time to clean my room properly as marking students' exam papers are more important. Class starts tomorrow. -.- Oh, I love love love love my double bed. I can guling kiri and guling kanan while tidur. Soon, the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2448053&amp;id=622888371#/photo.php?pid=2448052&amp;id=622888371"&gt;grumpy monkey &lt;/a&gt;will be joining me. Together we will guling kiri and guling kanan. Guling kiri and guling kanan. Guling guling. The whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Spvpsm9uNsI/AAAAAAAAAqE/L-_SF_iBeDI/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Spvpsm9uNsI/AAAAAAAAAqE/L-_SF_iBeDI/s400/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376147532779763394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a refrigerator. To store food. Healthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things above only cost RM1650. Cheap right? They are huge and gigantic and are useful in our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are someone however who spent RM1400 for tiny, un-spectacular, fragile thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvmgBLOiSI/AAAAAAAAApk/XF3rGlOhOn0/s1600-h/DSCN9954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvmgBLOiSI/AAAAAAAAApk/XF3rGlOhOn0/s400/DSCN9954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376144017942546722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-p Just teasing you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you, that I simply love my new room? Love, love, love, love it. Hihi. Presenting for the first time online, here is my room!! *clap clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvptkBHDqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ee3KzS1ko-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvptkBHDqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ee3KzS1ko-Q/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376147549168537250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal bathroom. No need to share. Use by myself and clean by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvptfJi_xI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Az91CWKmY8A/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvptfJi_xI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Az91CWKmY8A/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376147547861745426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room has very very nice rows and rows of cupboards. And I do have lots and lots of things to put inside. I have years to do so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Spvps9NWEiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QWcrPlbe-DQ/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Spvps9NWEiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QWcrPlbe-DQ/s400/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376147538750870050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table. I love the huge mirror. Except the ugly word - Hak Kerajaan. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to sign off. Tomorrow have to wake up early. God bless all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-6214181149423280803?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6214181149423280803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6214181149423280803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6214181149423280803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6214181149423280803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SpvmfsUOCVI/AAAAAAAAApc/_6jCPunl6z0/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5823934818994646397</id><published>2009-08-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:11:54.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gnet</title><content type='html'>Today is Gnet's birthday. Happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnet, I am glad that I get close to you during my days in UKM. You are one fun and understanding friend. Sometimes, I do smile by myself when I reflected over our days. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am weird sometimes to you. LOL. I am looking forward to our next meeting in September because I do have lots of things wanna share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day today. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I miss you all crazy bunch of friends a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the teasing, the jokes, the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come for me to move on to other place, but I am proud that we have shared the memories before. We had had fun before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to be crazy people. Fill your life with laughter and look young always (like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Connie's clip, specially created for Gnet's birthday celebration. The video brings so many memories back that I almost teared watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vI9gF8QNC7o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vI9gF8QNC7o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to have known you all. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-5823934818994646397?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5823934818994646397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5823934818994646397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5823934818994646397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5823934818994646397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-gnet.html' title='Happy Birthday Gnet'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-980237383596673256</id><published>2009-07-04T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:08:12.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAVzxDTCWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PX-CYvZpRUc/s1600-h/Photo-0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAVzxDTCWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PX-CYvZpRUc/s400/Photo-0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354803936028199266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One year ago, Ah Bien was this cute, obedient little dog. Isn't she adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAV0fSKb5I/AAAAAAAAAok/Tr0en1J04Vo/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAV0fSKb5I/AAAAAAAAAok/Tr0en1J04Vo/s400/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354803948438581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my niece. This picture was taken a day after she was born. She weighted 3.95kg. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAV0woFpvI/AAAAAAAAAos/icsNnYFQ3-w/s1600-h/Photo-0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAV0woFpvI/AAAAAAAAAos/icsNnYFQ3-w/s400/Photo-0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354803953093945074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is very interesting to observe the procedure of taking care of a baby. For example, we are ordered to only say negative things to the baby because it is believed that the opposite will happen instead. So, I have fun in calling her - NAUGHTY, UGLY, DARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, in many years to come, she will be obedient, pretty and fair. If the old saying is true la... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now. Kinda speechless today. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-980237383596673256?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/980237383596673256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=980237383596673256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/980237383596673256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/980237383596673256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/07/many-to-love.html' title='Many to Love'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SlAVzxDTCWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PX-CYvZpRUc/s72-c/Photo-0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5386073816314208111</id><published>2009-05-11T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:17:54.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Back To My Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear my beloved niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am your auntie. I am your very young auntie. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been three months since I last saw you. I was in KL completing my last semester in my degree. I looked forward to come back and see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7xu3ceI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Mvh4R1Jxwig/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7xu3ceI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Mvh4R1Jxwig/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334735787419726306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have definitely grown since I last saw you! Your mother told me that you weight 3.2kg already. Be good in there now and wait patiently for the right time for you to come out, ok? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKiZOgBII/AAAAAAAAAnc/OOKYvHVzTMg/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKiZOgBII/AAAAAAAAAnc/OOKYvHVzTMg/s400/IMG_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334736450856420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ8FwYwvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0ywdbPzVSao/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ8FwYwvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0ywdbPzVSao/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334735792794813170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first touched you, I felt a rush of love in my body system. I have fallen in love with you without even seeing you yet! You will have so many people loving you in this life, so make us all proud!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKihcILoI/AAAAAAAAAns/_vlumJXlHgw/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKihcILoI/AAAAAAAAAns/_vlumJXlHgw/s400/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334736453061062274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjL9ZqQcUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/eYS90PhI5yA/s1600-h/IMG_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjL9ZqQcUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/eYS90PhI5yA/s400/IMG_1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334738014340936002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hihi...no, I wasn't kicking you. It was just a random photoshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ8KOPDHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/urKKWfFsCZU/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ8KOPDHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/urKKWfFsCZU/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334735793993747570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was really excited waiting for your arrival. There will be much to see and learn. There will be much pain and love too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKh28xmQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/a4d_HlcnC6U/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKh28xmQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/a4d_HlcnC6U/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334736441655269634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am amazed by the wonderful way you are created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKiRiuF9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/9T7fOwfvIZU/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjKiRiuF9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/9T7fOwfvIZU/s400/IMG_1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334736448793745362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is your uncle. He loves you unconditionally as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than looking forward to see you, I was looking forward to see Ah Bien too, your mother's pet dog. Ah Bien doesn't remember me well after three months not seeing her. :-( However, Ah Bien is one retarded, stupid and funny dog. You would enjoy playing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbuGi4pcXdE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbuGi4pcXdE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another pet dog too called Lucky. This dog is friendly to everyone, including strangers so he is useless in protecting the house. However, you should be wary of strangers. The world nowadays is dangerous and not safe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7mM-OPI/AAAAAAAAAms/8fRO9YglxIg/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7mM-OPI/AAAAAAAAAms/8fRO9YglxIg/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334735784324774130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7bTm0dI/AAAAAAAAAmk/XUp5jG2SKR4/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7bTm0dI/AAAAAAAAAmk/XUp5jG2SKR4/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334735781399810514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, on that day, it was Mothers' Day. When you come out, you must remember this important day and treat you mother nicely. Your mother, your uncle and me planned to buy a cake for dinner for your grandmother. Your grandmother is great. I am proud to have her as my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjL92XbdVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qjvXcw-PrBw/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjL92XbdVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qjvXcw-PrBw/s400/IMG_1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334738022046594386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjL9n4CA1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/c_JzyzqThH8/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjL9n4CA1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/c_JzyzqThH8/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334738018156806994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mothers' Day, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you already. Can't wait to hug you. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7454133648857699487-5386073816314208111?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5386073816314208111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5386073816314208111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5386073816314208111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5386073816314208111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-back-to-my-roots.html' title='I Am Back To My Roots'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SgjJ7xu3ceI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Mvh4R1Jxwig/s72-c/IMG_1114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1723689040314713040</id><published>2009-05-01T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:30:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Good things do not happen to good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things DO NOT happen to bad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong? What is right? What is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I live my life with my heart? Or with the moral values that have been implemented in me since I was young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry. I am sad. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1723689040314713040?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1723689040314713040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1723689040314713040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8628214491674658623</id><published>2009-04-27T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:49:51.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I evol ot kniht</title><content type='html'>I ssim eht yrarbil. I did ton evah hguone tser tsal thgin sa I deyats pu etal ot kcap ym sgniht otni sexob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os siht gninrom, I ekow pu htiw ehcadaeh dna dediced ton ot og ot eht yrarbil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni eht noonretfa, I ssim eht yrarbil. I dluoc ton yduts ni eht moor dna dehsiw taht I saw ni eht yrarbil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho llew, I lliw og worromot neht. Tub tahw a etsaw of eno yad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8628214491674658623?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8628214491674658623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8628214491674658623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8628214491674658623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8628214491674658623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-evol-ot-kniht.html' title='I evol ot kniht'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8147951762003280552</id><published>2009-04-24T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:32:41.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week</title><content type='html'>Now is the exam week. It is the time when people should bury their noses in their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because *some people* have been telling me not to disturb them during exam week, I bought dozens of instant noodles, expecting lonely lunches and dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dozens of instant noodles are still in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know earlier that they need to eat too despite busy with their studying. So I ended up still going out to have lunch or dinner with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these few days I stayed in the library. It had been very hot days lately, and my hostel room is not conducive enough for me to study, to sleep, or to play computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed the whole day in the library. With the makciks. The air conditioner is a blessing during hot days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were times when we were too boring in the library. Or a sudden craving for munching stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We 'seludup' food into the library though it is not allowed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SfGwqs7XEzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Qz-2gLe4J6k/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SfGwqs7XEzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Qz-2gLe4J6k/s400/IMG_1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328234081817137970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played simple games when we were bored studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omVc5YsyxQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omVc5YsyxQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is damn hot again. I miss the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s There were some matters that had been bothering me for days. During one of the laughing sessions with the 'makciks', I suddenly realised that I should be enjoying the present, and not the past. So damn all those memories. It is the present that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8147951762003280552?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8147951762003280552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8147951762003280552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8147951762003280552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8147951762003280552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SfGwqs7XEzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Qz-2gLe4J6k/s72-c/IMG_1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1884034655178138628</id><published>2009-04-19T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:28:52.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spend the whole day in the library today studying for the coming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am proud of myself. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Brenda at 10am. And stayed until the library almost closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in deep concentration studying when I heard Brenda started to mumble to herself. That is normal since I know that different people have different learning styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SesYrRcL--I/AAAAAAAAAmM/BayuqPo2mCw/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SesYrRcL--I/AAAAAAAAAmM/BayuqPo2mCw/s400/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326378115990813666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started to pay attention to what she was mumbling. My, it was interesting. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the stuff she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...(mumble indistinctly)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let's try this over again..." followed by rigorous rubbing with an eraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very animated. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to mumble.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SesYrVAKABI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LFHnomoGOhc/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SesYrVAKABI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LFHnomoGOhc/s400/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326378116946984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brenda!" (calling her own name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, I wished that I was not in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it would have made me feel so good to shout at her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You memang stupid ma! You don't know meh? Stupid your head ah!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, but that is simply the way we usually talk. Or is it the way I talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you still, Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy exam to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1884034655178138628?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1884034655178138628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1884034655178138628&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1884034655178138628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1884034655178138628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SesYrRcL--I/AAAAAAAAAmM/BayuqPo2mCw/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3964005931346477036</id><published>2009-04-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:58:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Despondent</title><content type='html'>I am despondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news that did not make my world any brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fidgeting throughout the Mass, praying that I will make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me is willing to let go. The other half of me is not able to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories seem like still fresh. I thought time will make everything alright. It does not. Time makes everything worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking, "What could I do to make things better?" "What should I do next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know, see and taste is the emptiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am despondent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-3964005931346477036?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3964005931346477036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3964005931346477036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sad.html' title='I Am Despondent'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8949398303916220328</id><published>2009-04-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:42:03.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Have One More Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last year in UKM has been the most fulfilling year in my life. I was busy running here and there - with outdoor activities, society activities and assignments. As I sat down and reflected over my experience in this one year, I am satisfied as these was the time that was most well spent in my life. Yes, definitely most well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't as I am bonded in my studies. I need to work as soon as I graduate. I would have like to continue my studies in Master full-time in UKM but this is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM. I would learn more about different Chinese instruements in Orchestra Traditional UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM. I would join the Ballroom Dance UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM. I would like to serve CSS longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM. I would like to visit the places that I have not visited yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM. I would like to get to know more new friends through activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have one more year in UKM. I could not leave my crazy friends. Yet. It's too soon. It's too fast. We have just started our journey together. Our memories together are just too few and not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately wish I have one more year in UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in 26 days, there are some people that I might never see again in my life. Because in 26 days, there are some people that I won't be seeing in regular basis. Because in 26 days, I am saying goodbye to the things and people that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn wish I have one more year in UKM.&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/7454133648857699487-8949398303916220328?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8949398303916220328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8949398303916220328&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8949398303916220328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8949398303916220328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-i-have-one-more-year.html' title='I Wish I Have One More Year...'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5208798426319471748</id><published>2009-03-16T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:01:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holiday to Remember</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have lots of things to do this week, but I decided to DUMP everything, and went for a trip with my crazy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cameron Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place that I had wanted to go ever since I was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all the assignments and practices behind, ten of us embarked on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of sight-seeing, lots of food and lots of fun - especially at night before we went to sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday late afternoon, we traveled back to Puduraya. I slept for several hours and then I woke up. Naturally, I looked out of the window, I saw the dark sky - it was raining / drizzling. And suddenly I felt an ache in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ache for getting back to a place where works await. Ache for after having so much fun, it is HARD to get back to a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a painful ache and sadness for knowing this could be the last trip I took with the SS group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not spend enough time with you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all help me to pick up pieces of my heart and glue it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all teach me to laugh all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all show me what &lt;em&gt;cincai&lt;/em&gt; means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are so DAMN generous with love and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to think and wait for the day when I know we will be seperated and I will miss you all like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 days left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-5208798426319471748?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5208798426319471748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5208798426319471748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5208798426319471748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5208798426319471748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/03/holiday-to-remember.html' title='A Holiday to Remember'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1070420407779610791</id><published>2009-03-05T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:41:28.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking...</title><content type='html'>I'm looking at the pile of works I have to get it done, and I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already start studying for CA test, which is on 17 March since I won't have the time to do so next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to call some of the CSS juniors to pass the nomination forms to them. Tonight or tomorrow. And also to get the hostel form from them to pass to Joyce. Then, tonight, there's er-hu practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, I am free! Must study for CA though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this Sunday, I go for an outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, I go for an overnight trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to prepare for CSS fellowship on 13 March. That will includes spending time on singing practice and discussion on the flow of the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to allocate time for discussion on CA assignment. The presentation is on 12 March. Exactly on the same day, I have to do Techno presentation as well. The next morning, I have to hand in a Lesson Plan. And the full compilation of Life Science work. And at night, is the CSS fellowship, which I am in charge with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at my diary, almost all weekdays are packed with drama practices and er-hu practices. One will be performing on 22 March, another 31 March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a dinner function on 25 March that me and Gnet might or might not crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educational Technology requires us to do posters and pictures - art things that I am not good at. Thank God for those three makciks yang willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I need to constantly upgrade my pet in Pet Society and toughen up my guy in Mafia Wars. That needs LOTS of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just back from a two-hour meeting. I'm tired, sweaty and very sleepy. I want to bath to freshen myself up and do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see my pail of clothes. Clothes pile up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Saturday morning - laundry time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1070420407779610791?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1070420407779610791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1070420407779610791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1070420407779610791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1070420407779610791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-looking.html' title='I&apos;m looking...'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8022917441624492046</id><published>2009-03-04T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:27:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Tyre' Stomach</title><content type='html'>My greatest-ever-kept secret is that I have a 'tyre' stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gnet&lt;/a&gt; knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not take off my clothes in front of her and show it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not wear frightening-unsexy-low-waist jeans that show your buttock lines and too-small-baby-shirt that show your stomach. No, I am a decent dresser. (too old fashion sometimes :-p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paying full attention to Joyce during the meeting yesterday when Gnet, who was sitting next to me, grabbed my stomach. She actually attempted to tickle me, but it ended up grabbing instead. Talk about someone being pervert here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the embarrassing grabbing which I have no prior warning, nor do I give her permission to touch my waistline, she said, "Oh, you have a 'tyre' stomach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, my secret is exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I do not go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I do not wear overly-small-size baby shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I always suck in my breath when I sat and saw my bulging stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to FAST on food during this Lent season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, maybe I will start tomorrow. Connie and Brenda invite me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to eat to the fullest tonight and try to fast tomorrow. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8022917441624492046?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8022917441624492046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8022917441624492046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8022917441624492046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8022917441624492046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-tyre-stomach.html' title='My &apos;Tyre&apos; Stomach'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3306530323931367780</id><published>2009-03-03T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:24:15.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, the best movie adaptation from a novel is A Walk To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried watching the movie, I cried reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I stumbled on someone's review on The Notebook. This movie is again based on the same author, Nicholas Spark. I was so curious, so I went and downloaded it from uTorrent. Thanks to the fast connection, several hours later, I sat down and watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Sa4dErdcL_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/azhqtyKG9nw/s1600-h/the-notebook-ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Sa4dErdcL_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/azhqtyKG9nw/s400/the-notebook-ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309212976939282418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To save time, I usually watch movie using 2x speed. Therefore, I use only 1 hour to watch a 2 hour movie. Having subtitles help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite watching the actors and actresses talking and moving extremely fast, it is still a tear-jerker movie. If I watched it in normal speed, I would be bawling my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much recommended to people out there. For people who love PS I Love You, The Notebook is a better romantic movie. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But A Walk To Remember is still the best tear-jerker movie I ever watched. The Notebook is my no.2. PS I Love You is not even in my ranking list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are so many movies in my laptop, I wish I have the time to watch. Haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-3306530323931367780?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3306530323931367780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3306530323931367780&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3306530323931367780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3306530323931367780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/03/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/Sa4dErdcL_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/azhqtyKG9nw/s72-c/the-notebook-ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-9222052825600375510</id><published>2009-02-01T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:01:53.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being friends By TAN LING SUAN</title><content type='html'>I took the below article from Hakim's blog. It is a very interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Hakim, I didn't know you have change your blog, but I found out your new address from Cat's blog. Thanks Cat, hello again Hakim! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;"It is important to make time for friends as we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP can be inspiring and healing, if you are the type to nurture your relationships with old friends and colleagues, and others of any age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies have confirmed that such relationships keep you healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when loving family members are not around when you need solace most, and the presence of a caring friend is therapeutic. It zaps stress, revs up the immune system, and imbues us with a sense of security. We feel lifted up, happy, hopeful and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an enduring friendship, you learn to be loyal and patient. You forgive each other’s weaknesses and build on your strengths. You are honest with each other, and you have heart-to-heart chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may do silly little things and often have a good laugh together. The more you can laugh together and at each other, the healthier the relationship is.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*all you crazy ppl, laugh at my face la! :-p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be a price to pay when you make friends too much of a priority. You may have to adjust your own leisure hours, have less privacy, tolerate each other’s idiosyncrasies, and compromise on eating and shopping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing here is not to be possessive about each other’s time and company. And be comfortable enough to say that you want some time alone when the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not look for perfect friends. After all, could you promise to be a perfect one too? Through the years, having lived in different towns and cities, I have gained an increasing number of good friends. I enjoy various activities with them at different times in different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also kept up with some friends from my schooldays, my Kirkby friends who shared the unique experience of teacher-training in England, ex-colleagues from different schools, ex-neighbours and new ones, and fellow volunteers in various establishments. Through the years, we have accepted the changes that come with growing older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that “There are big ships and there are small ships, but the best ship of all is friendship”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain David Tyson Gentry has been quoted as saying: “True friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we don’t need to keep talking just to pass the time. As we grow older, we should be mellow enough to enjoy both active and restful sessions together; in fact, we might fare better with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of us, we are blessed with a spouse whom we consider as our best friend. We couldn’t ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never be lonely when we make time for friends. May we all grow old happily together through the magical bonds of enduring friendships"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Star Online&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above article is dedicated to all my friends - my hometown friends (who are still around!), my roommate, the crazy people (you know who you guys are!), my church friends and to all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must reminded myself again and again to never stop looking for new friends. Just because one is comfortable with the group of friends that he/she has now, doesn't mean he/she has to stop knowing other new people in life. Be dare to step out from the comfort zone of friends; get to know more people and touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, that is what life is all about. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-9222052825600375510?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/9222052825600375510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=9222052825600375510&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9222052825600375510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9222052825600375510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-friends-by-tan-ling-suan.html' title='Being friends By TAN LING SUAN'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5268107337569357522</id><published>2009-01-30T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:32:07.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a drizzling afternoon when we finished packing our things into the car and started our journey from Sarikei to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard news that there is a probability that Serian road to Kuching might be flooded. We referred the calendar, king tide occurs at 1915. Therefore, we need to reach Kuching before that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother drove first. The road was wet, it was drizzling, then it was raining dogs and cat, then it was drizzling again. We drove at an average of 100km/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested at Sri Aman, then my big brother drove. The weather was still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother speeded up at the Sri Aman hill. When he nearly reached the top, we saw (too late), from the opposite direction, a white car was overtaking a huge lorry. The white car did not have the time to return to his own lane, nor enough time to fully overtake the lorry. The car was heading straight to our car. Both of us were driving at over 100km/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Continue from my brother's point of view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Accident Recall&lt;br /&gt;Time: ~4pm, 29 Jan 20009&lt;br /&gt;Weather: Rainy&lt;br /&gt;Location: Before Lanchau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;1. Our car climbed up the hill&lt;br /&gt;2. Two lanes become one lane.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reached the top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;4. Started to descend but suddenly saw a stupid white MPV overtook a lorry&lt;br /&gt;5. First instinct, brake&lt;br /&gt;6. After brake, car started to loose control, due to no ABS&lt;br /&gt;7. Our car started to slide&lt;br /&gt;8. Stupid white MPV noticed it, so it swayed to the left side.&lt;br /&gt;9. I also noticed, so no choice, I steered to the right side to avoid the collision.&lt;br /&gt;10. As our car already in sliding motion, I had difficulty in steering the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;11. Luckily, still manage to steer to the right side and avoid the stupid white MPV.&lt;br /&gt;12. However, our car slowly slided towards the lorry, which was at the right side.&lt;br /&gt;13. Quickly steered back to the left side and hold the steering tightly, not to let it spin crazily.&lt;br /&gt;14. Manage to avoid the lorry...within a few inches distance (actually, I felt this moment is the scariest one)&lt;br /&gt;15. Once our car passed the lorry, I tried to steer back tot the road, but not possible as our car totally lost control&lt;br /&gt;16. Our car eventually skidded to the side of the road filled with grass and mud and stop after a few meters....And mum pulled the hand brake...without much help though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we could have injured badly in this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have injured badly if my brother froze and hit the incoming white car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have injured badly if the car skidded and hit the lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have injured badly if the car could not be stop in time and hit the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the above do not happened. We are all alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid white, imported car! Drive good car but obviously a very stupid driver. How can you overtake the lorry, when you can't even see the oncoming vehicle? And on a hill somemore, when most vehicles tend to speed up!! Stupid, stupid car. You didn't even return to see what happened to us! You might have killed FIVE people in the car, stupid!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy cars that are equipped with ABS system. We used Wira, an eight-year old car that is not equipped with the latest safety system. With ABS system, the car won't skid and the driver can still has full control of a car. Therefore, for cars without ABS, try not to jam brake, instead brake and release 3x. (My brother knows it, but when it comes to real situation, he tends to forget of what he should do. Who won't? He therefore claimed that he needs more practical lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never drive fast at Sri Aman hill. It is the second near-missed accident I have at the exact spot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always remember to drive safely, especially in the rain as the road is wet and slippery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is short and fragile, must appreciate and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn stupid white car!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh well, the most important is..we are all still alive and well. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7454133648857699487-5268107337569357522?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5268107337569357522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5268107337569357522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5268107337569357522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5268107337569357522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-could-have.html' title='We Could Have...'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7176439453491486288</id><published>2008-12-25T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:47:40.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The below is one of the comments that I posted in my "Double Degree" post in response to a comment sent by Jia Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jia Li, long time no see! Sorry for the late reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, I took up degree in TESL because after SPM, I was not ready for Form 6. At dat time, SAS is still new in implementing Form 6, so the STPM results were still not very good. I am therefore not ready to face the challenges, so I grab at the first degree that was available after Form 5, Degree in TESL. I now kinda wish I stuck in Form 6 - I now know that I would have been able to cope with the STPM learning burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it during the start of TESL. New things to learn. But then things get repetitive, especially during my 3rd and 4th year. Though my mastery in language is still not good (that need practice and cannot be learned), the notes on teaching field gets more and more repetitive. We learn endless grammar, endless literature, endless teaching methods, endless drama assignments , endless lesson plans etc...Boringness starts to set in. I hunger for more new and challenging knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicum in my third year makes me realize that i do enjoy teaching. However, I do not enjoy dealing with discipline. Satisfy being a teacher? A teacher, yes i'm glad. I enjoy telling stories and enlight people. A teacher that needs dealing with discipline and uncooperative students? No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is challenging! we have to handle so much thing at one time. To change one mind set like the students so that you can communicate with them, after sch ko-k, politics in school, etc. I believe, in workforce, ANYWHERE is challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though if compare between Degree in TESL and Degree in Engineering, i would say that the learning of engineering will be more challenging than the learning of TESL. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I won't stuck in secondary as teacher till I retired. I do fancy working in universities as lecturer, but that means I have to take Master in TESL or Master in Literature. I'm quite sick of TESL and Language courses at the moment. And besides, learning the SAME thing at a more difficult level AGAIN in master? No thanks. I plan to take Master something else. Or maybe degree in something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to decide. I will simply follow the flow for the moment. Anyway, life will be challenging when we keep aiming for new things, not afraid for new changes. Whether my profession as a teacher is a challenging one will be decided by me. I can make it a challenging one, or simply become one of those many mundane teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy? One can never be satisfy with what one have. I want more, achieve more, get more. I just have to make sure my satisfaction is not at the expense of other people or make me a jerk. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess we will be graduating at the same time! Sorry for such a long reply. U take k there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-7176439453491486288?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7176439453491486288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7176439453491486288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7176439453491486288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7176439453491486288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/12/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-924226925461496522</id><published>2008-10-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:45:24.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earn Your Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I checked my email and noticed an email from Joyce. She suggested me to join a website called &lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/go/FP"&gt;YouthSays.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I entered the website to browse through. Apparently, answering several surveys will earn you several cents. I thought that it was worth a try. However, when I tried to log in, the website requested my full name and my ic and my phone number! Those are like the three most important info that shouldn't be shared in the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of earning money by answering a few surveys are tempting. So I went to Google and 'googled' the website. There has been no report on stolen identity through the website. As a matter of fact, the website was promoted in TheStar newspapers some time ago. One can also check on the website' owner and read his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sensing everything was ok, I signed up. And I answered several surveys. My income has now reached to RM0.65! Not bad for a day work, just by clicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who wish to join the website, please do. It is easy money to earn. To enter the website, do you notice this thing on the lower right corner of my blog?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHVxC6dI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-MEOnD1_56k/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHVxC6dI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-MEOnD1_56k/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261478824847272402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, when you point your cursor over it, it will become something like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHlsNIuI/AAAAAAAAAac/HEHUnK_h2wE/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHlsNIuI/AAAAAAAAAac/HEHUnK_h2wE/s400/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261478829121938146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on it, and you will be directed to their website. Sign up and start earning cents! Or simply click from the link in my first paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, if you click from my post, you are helping me to earn Rm0.20. Thanks for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I love this picture. Since 2008 is coming to an end soon, I awarded this picture The Most Favourite Picture 2008 in my life. LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHzcBtZI/AAAAAAAAAak/N4lYA-khSxY/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHzcBtZI/AAAAAAAAAak/N4lYA-khSxY/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261478832812176786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture is great, the heading is greater but the memories we shared are the greatest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-924226925461496522?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/924226925461496522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=924226925461496522&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/924226925461496522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/924226925461496522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/earn-your-money.html' title='Earn Your Money!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SQSHHVxC6dI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-MEOnD1_56k/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8647801798673812902</id><published>2008-10-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:48:22.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely A Night To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Brenda's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Conn and Gnet (yes, you are very much included) cracked our heads to think of evil plans to 'bully' Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, Brenda is the youngest, the manja-est, the cutest among us all. So it is only right to bully such people. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we thought of lots of evil plans. And we had so much fun that night. I remember laughing so hard that tears trickled out from my eyes and there was pain in my stomach because not enough air in my body (busy laughing so no time to breath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't write well enough. But do read&lt;a href="http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-babies.html"&gt; HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-babies.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Because Gnet, once again, put everything into wonderful writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I guess I won't be updating my blog for a long long time. But I will continue reading others' blogs! It is a way to keep in touch ma... This is because I will be quite busy with lots of things that are coming into my life soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do keep in touch!&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/7454133648857699487-8647801798673812902?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8647801798673812902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8647801798673812902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8647801798673812902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8647801798673812902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/definitely-night-to-remember.html' title='Definitely A Night To Remember'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7080760169466358311</id><published>2008-10-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:01:06.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGKKCuOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/77lrxJCKOGM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bonanza Sushi King was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started from 13 October to 16 October 2008 (Mon to Thurs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Tiew Mee and Amy to MidValley to meet up with Akee while eating sushi on Tuesday. The line was very long! After an hour, we were finally seated. And sadly, not a lot of choices are available at that particular Sushi King outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, it was with some of the CSSUKM excos! At Alamanda! The service was way better and lots of choices are available. We ate till very very full and very very satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGKKCuOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/77lrxJCKOGM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGKKCuOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/77lrxJCKOGM/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754214737393890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boss at the Sushi King Alamanda is super nice to us too. He treated us an extra plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGdHiBDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/aI4L_GU5cCM/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGdHiBDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/aI4L_GU5cCM/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754219827135538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this for only RM2 per plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday afternoon, I went again with Jia Yi to Alamanda Sushi King. More choices are available! Since it was in the afternoon, less peop;e were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGr7ik8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NE7mxpmNkCI/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGr7ik8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NE7mxpmNkCI/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754223803372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate plates and plates of this - Ebi Prawn. My favourite! For only RM2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days in a row of Sushi King. And now...I'm broke.&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/7454133648857699487-7080760169466358311?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7080760169466358311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7080760169466358311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7080760169466358311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7080760169466358311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/sushi-king.html' title='Sushi King'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPrZGKKCuOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/77lrxJCKOGM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6493379804585312703</id><published>2008-10-18T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:41:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Any Normal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought my birthday will be like any normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought on that day, life will go on as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am only one of the millions and millions of people out there and I am insignificant when compared to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when you least expected it, it turns out to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early, around 130am after replying all the birthday greetings from friends. *My wish for all those senders, may what you wish to me, occur to you guys as well!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 630am, I heard my roommate was talking to someone in the room, right next to my bed! First, I was a bit irritated - I dislike strangers to see me sleeping. I opened my eyes to see who the person was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presto! My whole room was lit with candles! I saw Amy and Tiew Mee standing next to my bed and they started to sing Happy Birthday song! The day was still dark, so my room looked really pretty, the atmosphere really touching! After singing, they asked me to blow out each and every candles. They had put candles on the top of the cupboard, on the window, on the table and chair, so I had to go around the room to blow each of the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they took out Pringles and one big box of ice cream to eat. So with our empty stomach, we all sat down and eat ice-cream. *after that, I got stomachace the whole day!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the best birthday I ever had. The time and effort that they had spent to plan all this means a lot to me. Thanks Tiew Mee, Amy and Jia Yi!  I 'baru' realize our friendship has been 12 years old! That is one solid friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Hello dad, bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Oh, by the way, today is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : (long silence)....Oh, ya hoh. I forgot!&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Dad, can I request a birthday present?&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : Oh, happy birthday to you ah. (my dad a bit pekak :-p)&lt;br /&gt;Me  : No dad, can I request a birthday present?&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Oh, I do not have any present for you oh.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : No dad, can I ask you to buy something for me as a birthday present?!?&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : Oh...OHH. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I am one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muka tebal &lt;/span&gt;girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request my dad to sponsor half of the 'fund' needed for me to buy a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erhu&lt;/span&gt;. He agrees! So a new erhu coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With CSSUKM excos. Joyce that night was super crazy. She suspected that she took wrong medication. Possibly! LOL. After mass and dinner and a cake, we went to MetroPoint for karoake session. And we sang, we screamed, we jumped, we waved, we did all kinds of stupid things! Oh well, didn't I mention earlier in my post that I have a bunch of super crazy friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one tiring day when it started as early as 630am and only ended at 2am the next day. It was, however, a wonderful day. A day when I look around and see that I am blessed to be surrounded by friends. A day to notice that I am a year older and to be thankful with what I have. A day of reflection on the things that had happened in this one short year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a day when I realised that I am not insignificant afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who have played such a part in making my birthday celebration such a blast! It is at the moment, the best birthday celebration I ever had. God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are some pictures but the pictures are not with me now. If I feel like it, I might post the pictures up. See how la.*&lt;br /&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/7454133648857699487-6493379804585312703?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6493379804585312703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6493379804585312703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6493379804585312703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6493379804585312703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-any-normal-day.html' title='Not Any Normal Day'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2268261191460280457</id><published>2008-10-15T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:44:56.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi anyone?</title><content type='html'>Lately, my mind has been very busy with lots of 'brilliant' ideas on where to go/visit/sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to have a bunch of crazy friends that are always ever so ready to go makes all the planning worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Conn said last night, "It is when I am with you guys I get to try so many new stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my crazy friends, I have ventured to Genting Highlands, Sushi King, Melaka, Cheras, temples and all the gatherings to many different places have been super fun. We do a lot of silly stuff and when we talked about it, we 'memang' will laugh till 'perut pecah'. Play golf, Sunway Lagoon, KLCC bridge, Port Dickson camp are next to come. And many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was browsing around when I see that 3 days and 2 nights stay at Langkawi (flight included) is only RM250. My mind starts to run fast on who to 'ajak'. It was cheap! My roommate who has been to Langkawi numerous time agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, Langkawi anyone? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPa4gUySx6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UwlQWjSrUr0/s1600-h/1294774-Travel_Picture-Pulau_Langkawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPa4gUySx6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UwlQWjSrUr0/s400/1294774-Travel_Picture-Pulau_Langkawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257592480476612514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The date I'm thinking of is next sem study week. 13 to 15 April 2009. Please, please, have a last gathering before I graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*currently thinking of purposely failing a subject so that I can extend one more semester to be with my crazy friends.* *SLAP FACE! Wake up from the ridiculous thought!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, like my so many other plans, this might fail or it might be a reality. Anyway, memories that I have with you guys can last for a lifetime. *the pictures that we took eats up all my hard disk space!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, stop being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my question, Langkawi anyone?&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/7454133648857699487-2268261191460280457?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2268261191460280457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2268261191460280457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2268261191460280457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2268261191460280457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/langkawi-anyone.html' title='Langkawi anyone?'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPa4gUySx6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UwlQWjSrUr0/s72-c/1294774-Travel_Picture-Pulau_Langkawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8494493963223204553</id><published>2008-10-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:10:51.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPYVoNxLeKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2EzoWHMzz_8/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPYVoNxLeKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2EzoWHMzz_8/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257413395636517026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am determine to make my wish comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8494493963223204553?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8494493963223204553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8494493963223204553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8494493963223204553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8494493963223204553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreaming-away.html' title='Dreaming Away'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPYVoNxLeKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2EzoWHMzz_8/s72-c/IMG_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6456902692296047390</id><published>2008-10-12T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:21:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On 11 October 2008, I joined Amazing Race with four friends, so there were five members in a group. It was organized by Tiew Mee's church.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHg_-upddI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jfIHw2dJMt4/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHg_-upddI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jfIHw2dJMt4/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229629893113298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After registration, we were still very excited with the upcoming race. So we decided to shoot photos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgm5fwigI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dpQBUBJq95Y/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgm5fwigI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dpQBUBJq95Y/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229198991755778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnD6d6oI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EeyqifNjYBk/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnD6d6oI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EeyqifNjYBk/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229201788136066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five MYVIs for each of us! No, we did not drive one car each during the race. We were just fooling around and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was time to start our race. Some of the obstacles that we faced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We were given five barcode numbers and to look for the objects at Billion Supermarket Semenyih. We only found one. The team leader took a pity on us and let us go when all other teams had already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In this task, one of us was asked by someone, "Hello, are you playing the amazing race? Which tv station are you from?" After reassuring that we are not from any tv station, she proceeded to ask, "Oh, where is the camera hiding?" -_- ||*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then, we proceed to KFC Kajang and were given a list of questions, like what is the phone number of Dental Care Clinic? What shop has the registration number of 573629-M? Again, it was hard! We spent one hour and a half to answer all the questions correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kajang commuter is next. We were to 'naik' from Kajang station, went to Serdang, then came back Kajang again. Meanwhile, we were given a list of IQ questions to answer. I could not contribute anything since everything is in Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then we went to Tong Shen to have lunch. Part of the task - we must eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Metro Kajang was next. We received several cut-off pictures and to find the whole picture. We finished the task quite fast too, since the public gave much cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We went to MetroPoint next to play bowling. We should scored 60 points per game, but we only scored 49 points (My balls masuk longkang twice!). So we were punished to wait for 11 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We then went to a football field somewhere. A football player will kick a ball and we must save seven balls out from ten balls. We won the task! So we no need to chew on four hard sugarcanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We went to Casa Villa apartment swimming pool. Nope, the task is not water-related. Instead, we were given things to eat. Like a box of tauhu raw, two big white onions, two big red chilies, one cup of really yucky green drink, dried bread, chocolate liquid and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAW PIG INTESTINES!&lt;/span&gt; We chewed, chocked and gurgled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Then we went back to our starting place and the race is finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnFQ086I/AAAAAAAAAZE/eBso5QSTR7s/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnFQ086I/AAAAAAAAAZE/eBso5QSTR7s/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229202150355874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in the seventh place out from ten teams. Not bad. At least not last. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnT9_9uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ReaWhziaBJg/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnT9_9uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ReaWhziaBJg/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229206097917666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The five pairs of legs that had ran, jumped and walked for the whole day during the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small party waiting for us when we reach back to the church. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHg_4dJNsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YkefIJDI5os/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHg_4dJNsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YkefIJDI5os/s400/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229628209084098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But how can I eat after consuming all the revolting things??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the race enlights me a lot. I am a fan of Amazing Race Asia AXN and is rooting for the Malaysian teams. I grew impatient when teams made mistakes. Now, I realized how hard it is to actually been in a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnU72zII/AAAAAAAAAZM/1LSx4lnf_7g/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHgnU72zII/AAAAAAAAAZM/1LSx4lnf_7g/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229206357363842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus, my group consists of students from Education Faculty - we are all teacher trainees. And they are so fun to be with and crazy. They joke, laugh, and talk non-stop throughout the race. Where do they get the energy from? We are definitely the most boisterous group that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly an amazing race.&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/7454133648857699487-6456902692296047390?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6456902692296047390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6456902692296047390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6456902692296047390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6456902692296047390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-race.html' title='Amazing Race'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SPHg_-upddI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jfIHw2dJMt4/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8509922415240482346</id><published>2008-10-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:03:34.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight is one busy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started off with Hailey messaging me to fetch him from Zaba to Pusanika for CSS fellowship since there was no bus. So I stopped practicing my erhu, left the room half an hour earlier than expected and went to Zaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was to show the road to Pusanika to Father George who is coming to the CSS fellowship tonight. So at 730pm sharp, I waited at the UKM entrance door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars zoomed by. I strained to see if it is a brown Saga and the plate number is XXXX. My eyes blurred, I started to get headache by watching the cars sped by. Twenty minutes of waiting, and soon Father George arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting fellowship soon started. After the fellowship, Conn 'ajak' me to go to the jamuan at Zaba. Free food! So I 'bawa' Gnet and we were on the way to Zaba when suddenly my motorbike died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that. I was driving 40 km/hour and then my whole engine just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pushed my bike. And pushed. And pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gnet walked by my side. And walked. And walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Burhan College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnet made a call to Conn, and she came to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 24 hour mechanic soon came and fixed my bike. Hours passed. Still no sign of my bike's resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was getting really late, Conn sent Gnet back. Conn then came back to accompany me, she was too worried leaving me all alone there. Fifteen minutes later, my bike was fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it cost me a whooping RM140!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money doesn't really matter because on that night, I learned something more precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that Conn and Gnet are truly wonderful friends. Despite the many mosquitoes biting Gnet's legs and her craving for Horlick cakes at the jamuan, she does not complain but stays with me. Conn could go back Zaba and enjoyed the free jamuan, but choose to stay with me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, I am blessed to have these two wonderful friends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gnet. Thanks Conn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7454133648857699487-8509922415240482346?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8509922415240482346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8509922415240482346&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8509922415240482346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8509922415240482346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/stranded.html' title='Stranded'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-9177390569567745559</id><published>2008-10-09T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:20:39.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangsar</title><content type='html'>Yeap, yeap. The sakai me had been to Bangsar some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went there in the company of some really crazy friends so it was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnet has written a very good post on it. Read it &lt;a href="http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-stepped-on-bangsar.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gnet, for always putting good memories into good writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-9177390569567745559?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/9177390569567745559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=9177390569567745559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9177390569567745559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9177390569567745559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/bangsar.html' title='Bangsar'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7551733164134562792</id><published>2008-10-08T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:39:03.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weird Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gnet asks me to do on 15 weird things about me. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I dislike drinking lots of water.&lt;/span&gt; And this is because I am lazy to go to the toilet. Somehow, I feel that going to the toilet is a waste of time. (But I can spend hours playing computer games...) Therefore to prevent going to the toilet frequently, I naturally drink less water. Weird ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I talk really fast.&lt;/span&gt; So fast that I had seen students gaping at me in the classroom, trying to catch my words. And when I stopped a while, smiled sweetly and said, "Class, am I going too fast?" A thunderous reply - "YES!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I drive really fast.&lt;/span&gt; Minah Rempit, that's what some people called me. But I would like to object. Minah Rempit connotes those who drive dangerously and I drive very safely. VERY SAFELY. Selamat...dan cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My heart melts when sees someone sleeping.&lt;/span&gt; Humans or animals, when I see someone / something sleeping, my heart melts and I feel abundance of love and care comes rushing through. I will start tip-toeing and doing everything quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am a nervous freak.&lt;/span&gt; I am always scared that I will miss the bus, I will lost my way, I will be late to a function etc etc. This is proven in Genting trip when I was worrying on lots of stuff but the other crazy friends like Brend, Con and Cyril make it all right for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;When I do not get enough sleep, I become grumpy.&lt;/span&gt; I won't smile in class, ignore everyone. And I will speak only when spoken. Grumpy me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To be continue - got class now.&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/7454133648857699487-7551733164134562792?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7551733164134562792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7551733164134562792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7551733164134562792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7551733164134562792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/15-weird-things.html' title='15 Weird Things'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2620350911204564629</id><published>2008-10-08T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:01:20.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Bien</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I am really looking forward to when I went back to Kuching for Raya is my sister's dog, Ah Bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her, she was only this big. For my previous blog entry, click &lt;a href="http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLefY0NI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kzzTxvrW5KU/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLefY0NI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kzzTxvrW5KU/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028061188444370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she is this big!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLgU464I/AAAAAAAAAYk/o3-MNplSt5A/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLgU464I/AAAAAAAAAYk/o3-MNplSt5A/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028061681281922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 'kaki berbulu' is not mine. It belongs to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...And she is really a beauty. Her fur is so so so soft and I enjoy patting her. And pulling her bushy tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the evening, my brother and I will bring her for a walk. I am always amazed by her ability to have limitless urine and excrement. She pees and shits everywhere during the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLvUCPII/AAAAAAAAAYc/PKuwv_uZNVM/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLvUCPII/AAAAAAAAAYc/PKuwv_uZNVM/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028065704230018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't she look cute in a big pail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLlPJUwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ah2pHQNB8so/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLlPJUwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ah2pHQNB8so/s400/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028062999368450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Ah Bien already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-2620350911204564629?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2620350911204564629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2620350911204564629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2620350911204564629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2620350911204564629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-bien.html' title='Ah Bien'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SO2cLefY0NI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kzzTxvrW5KU/s72-c/IMG_1556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4698487106957805375</id><published>2008-10-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:44:46.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Degree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These several months are the most exciting months I ever have. I used to think that as my age increases, my ability to learn will get worse. However, in these months, I learn to read Chinese characters and play erhu. And I enjoyed the fact that I can still learn new things and it makes my life meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In April, I will be graduating in B. Ed TESL after six years of studying. Knowing very well how time seems to fly by, I am certain that the month of April will arrive very soon, sooner than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What should I do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am still young. The ability to learn new things does make me feel young. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I finished my practicum several months ago. The practicum had made me do some soul searching and I realized that I want to be more than just a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After the practicum, I started to search over the net for master programme in education. I even made a few calls to BPG to inquire about this matter. I was advised to gain some teaching experience first. I also received a list of master programmes in education to pursue on. I realized that I looked at the list without much enthusiasm and was unsure of which to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All I know is that I want to learn and study more. But on what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then, my brother’s house faces some problems and this leads to several meetings with lawyers. I see how important it is then to have some knowledge in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So why not degree in law next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I believe in my ability to study and memorize facts. Therefore, I plan to take my second degree in law. I plan to do this independently, without my parents’ financial guidance. I am planning to start immediately after I have my first salary. Since I have a five years bond with the government, I hope that when the bond expires, I will have the choice either to be a teacher or to be something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everything is just my plan. Who knows something will happen in July and my plans are changed? But currently, my desire to take degree in lawyer is burning strongly. This post is to remind me from time to time how I am feeling and thinking at this very moment. I am going to pursue my second degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Learning is for a lifetime.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-4698487106957805375?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4698487106957805375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4698487106957805375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4698487106957805375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4698487106957805375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-degree.html' title='Double Degree'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-552958908829365353</id><published>2008-09-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:24:48.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Shot Graduates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was one fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the plan was made spontaneously, it added in the fun. We only decided to go Genting three days before the actual day. Talk about last minute decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, six of us 'korek' our money and decided to make a trip to Genting.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCTtN0JXlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/STCs0n1_LOU/s1600-h/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCTtN0JXlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/STCs0n1_LOU/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246855970898402898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all played Space Shot! We all overcome our fear and take a ride! Yahoo...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCQ1rdFUYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-8_Bzfg43Pw/s1600-h/DSCN3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCQ1rdFUYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-8_Bzfg43Pw/s400/DSCN3623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246852817758802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCRdqI737I/AAAAAAAAAX8/kQ346lc2LVo/s1600-h/DSCN3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCRdqI737I/AAAAAAAAAX8/kQ346lc2LVo/s400/DSCN3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246853504600629170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are simply too many good pictures to share. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCPUmALYcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kI98dfXQkBg/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCPUmALYcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kI98dfXQkBg/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246851149848076738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCTTHV88AI/AAAAAAAAAYE/EFuN0uixh0s/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCTTHV88AI/AAAAAAAAAYE/EFuN0uixh0s/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246855522484547586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good memories...&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/7454133648857699487-552958908829365353?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/552958908829365353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=552958908829365353&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/552958908829365353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/552958908829365353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/09/space-shot-graduates.html' title='Space Shot Graduates'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SNCTtN0JXlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/STCs0n1_LOU/s72-c/IMG_2611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8535931558975634237</id><published>2008-09-09T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:03:12.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Gnet and Grace Ikie</title><content type='html'>Hump...what's a tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I visited Gnet and Grace's blogs to know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since two nice people tag me, I should response. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time : 5.24 pm&lt;br /&gt;Name : Bridge (short for Bridget...thanks to Steph, Connie, Gnet and Brenda)&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : 2&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : 6&lt;br /&gt;Height : 100++&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : Sarikei and Kuching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart : People breaks me...&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : Gosh, no!&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : Yes&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : Hostel room with JARING wireless connection. There is no other place I wanna be except in my room. The speed is aaammmmmaaaaaaazzzzziiiiiiinnnnnggggggg...&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bed and cupboard. Duh, hostel room, what do you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing that you ate : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siu Yuk Fan with my roommate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, tonsil!!&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nnoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends with who I'm going with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was/were the last person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced with : Err...with CSS member, doing praise and worship?&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : My roommate, Jia Yi!&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : Errr...the kittens outside my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : Definitely&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : No&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : Yes, I have the body immune of a 70 years old grandma&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex : Not today&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you really hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politicians. I'm getting sick with the way Malaysia politics works nowadays. Yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now : Jia Yi, she's talking on the phone so all I can think of is her talking to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing : Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted : No. I don't paint my nails.&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : As long as I can have a good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now : Dark blue&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person : No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets : Ah Bie the dog (not officially mine)&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on : No&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now : Updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth : Maybe gua...&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father : Both&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy : No, that is why I get sick.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex : Next question please...&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to : No one...insignifant me right? Haih...&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time :Depends&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident : Not over confident, that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiencing my first period pain, traumatizing experience...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Busy studying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seldom go out play, prefer to stay in room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live a blur blur life, not thinking of future or past&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading lots of Doraemon comic books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will meet the stingiest woman in the earth...me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deposit into the bank and laugh till I drop to see the numbers grow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy share, funds, fixed deposit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 of my bad habits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep long hours every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy to clean room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy to study (now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy to eat (willing to go hungry then to go buy food)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk without thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 places I am living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kolej Ungku Omar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarikei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kuching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship Road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bandar Baru Bangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people I tag: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it ends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catherine Bilon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dewi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anyway, friends (to those I have tagged). If you guys no time reply, never mind one de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soikie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8535931558975634237?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8535931558975634237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8535931558975634237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8535931558975634237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8535931558975634237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-gnet-and-grace-ikie.html' title='Tagged by Gnet and Grace Ikie'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7618504635995259660</id><published>2008-09-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:13:38.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnet Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit that I am a lousy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tend to only READ other blogs, then either I copy their pictures and paste them into my post, or I simply link them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am linking. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Gnet's POSTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2008/08/excos-planning-session-part.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/eps-part-2-night-30aug.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the EXCO planning session (EPS), where we all stayed overnight at Steph's house. Coincidentally, it was Gnet's birthday so we had fun 'bullying' her. And bullying some others. It had been a long time since I last laughed so hard for one's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorablely, we all had created a bond. A bond that was already there before the EPS and was further strengthen during the stay over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back hometown and show all the crazy pictures to my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, CSSUKM rocks!&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/7454133648857699487-7618504635995259660?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7618504635995259660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7618504635995259660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7618504635995259660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7618504635995259660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/09/gnet-part-ii.html' title='Gnet Part II'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7222300969179514803</id><published>2008-08-22T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:59:02.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnet</title><content type='html'>People, people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit http://gnetsscribbles.blogspot.com/2008/08/canadian.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep laughing until the end of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Jeanette, it was a great night. Thanks to you all. CSSUKM rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-7222300969179514803?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7222300969179514803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7222300969179514803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7222300969179514803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7222300969179514803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/08/gnet.html' title='Gnet'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-256226071705429486</id><published>2008-08-22T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:50:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol, petrol, petrol</title><content type='html'>Yeah, starting from tomorrow, petrol price is RM2.55! (Not low enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three weeks, my petrol consumption has been RM20 per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not driving a car. I am not that rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive an EX5 Honda bike. Why it has reach such staggering consumption of petrol is still confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, will the decrease in petrol price, everyone will be happy. Except Anwar maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-256226071705429486?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/256226071705429486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=256226071705429486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/256226071705429486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/256226071705429486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/08/petrol-petrol-petrol.html' title='Petrol, petrol, petrol'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4753623411186651083</id><published>2008-08-04T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:27:12.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>Her period is late for one week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never late before...except for once, but even then, it was late for only five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a week like this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has not feel any pre-symptoms of period that she usually will have - slight discomfort at her stomach, bad mood, constantly feeling hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this continues, next week, she will have to do medical check-up to know what is wrong. And to discover if the expectation is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-4753623411186651083?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4753623411186651083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4753623411186651083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4753623411186651083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4753623411186651083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/08/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4218986242436347584</id><published>2008-07-04T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:04:55.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Jimmy</title><content type='html'>I seldom go and read other people's crap in their blogs, but some are must-visit blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's 'titleless' blog is one of those that I go frequently. People, for his blog link, see my blog list - Jimmy Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, his entry is totally awesome. He puts some old pictures and it makes me so nostalgic. Here are some of the pictures that I have 'stolen' from his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H55nCyPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qYqU-u664oo/s1600-h/XHf07046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H55nCyPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qYqU-u664oo/s400/XHf07046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219188078211680498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love and enjoy all the camps that I have joined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H52-fUmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8o34EAZPTko/s1600-h/Vrk07098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H52-fUmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8o34EAZPTko/s400/Vrk07098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219188077504713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During after-SPM holiday, I used to start my day with a morning mass, breakfast, then go back home sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H6ZYw4WI/AAAAAAAAAXU/f4Nmx0iF4jk/s1600-h/lPd07018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H6ZYw4WI/AAAAAAAAAXU/f4Nmx0iF4jk/s400/lPd07018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219188086741721442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where I learn that my acting is really terrible. Christmas act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5J3y3Nr2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/US89VXgSqKo/s1600-h/life2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5J3y3Nr2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/US89VXgSqKo/s400/life2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190241063972706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H6UC757I/AAAAAAAAAXc/_a8t22K6HoM/s1600-h/4kU06960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H6UC757I/AAAAAAAAAXc/_a8t22K6HoM/s400/4kU06960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219188085307991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing all those pictures, my instinct was to grab my photo album and relive the old memories. But I am currently not at home, where my photo album is placed. *must remember to look at my old pictures during September holiday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone just vibrates. It's Amek aka Yieng Ching's birthday today. Happy birthday dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And night to all. I have a long day tomorrow. God bless all!&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/7454133648857699487-4218986242436347584?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4218986242436347584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4218986242436347584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4218986242436347584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4218986242436347584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-jimmy.html' title='Thanks Jimmy'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SG5H55nCyPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qYqU-u664oo/s72-c/XHf07046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1218348829575897101</id><published>2008-07-04T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:43:48.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two More Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will end my practicum after two more Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I will be saying this - but I am so going to miss my life during practicum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have settled down quite comfortably, feeling very much at home. I have also get used to teaching and am having fun in learning different ways to tackle students' problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to church every Sunday at Taman Maluri. After church I will always stop by at Jusco Taman Maluri, which is a great place to shop. I go to TESCO Ampang at least once a week to buy my necessities. Jia Yi's family also occasionally bring me to wonderful places to eat and sightseeing. Her little sister, Jia Xin has been bringing a lot of laughter in me with her innocence. Food is not a problem as I eat with the family. And I love the Streamyx connection that the wonderful family allows me to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school - I get to know some really great teachers that inspire me a lot. The other practicum teachers are very friendly and we get along really well. I am having a good relationship with all my students, I even find 'one little sister' because she looks almost the same like me. Most importantly, I am going to miss the moments with Hafith when we discuss the lesson plan and joke with each other. We seem to gain some pretty strong bond throughout this practicum, whether it will last when we are back to UKM, is yet to be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you see why I am quite sad that all these comfort are coming to an end soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to say goodbye to Ampang in two Fridays time. I'm am going to find it very hard to let go but oh well, life goes on.&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/7454133648857699487-1218348829575897101?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1218348829575897101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1218348829575897101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1218348829575897101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1218348829575897101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-more-fridays.html' title='Two More Fridays'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3259761100306685118</id><published>2008-06-25T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:09:51.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SGHvBzNmRXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/h9lncFNMpNM/s1600-h/em115nh0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SGHvBzNmRXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/h9lncFNMpNM/s400/em115nh0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215712657677895026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys...I'm not thinking of suicidal. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think the above picture really really really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-3259761100306685118?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3259761100306685118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3259761100306685118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3259761100306685118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3259761100306685118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/suicidal-me.html' title='Suicidal Me'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SGHvBzNmRXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/h9lncFNMpNM/s72-c/em115nh0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4868182936671988432</id><published>2008-06-21T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:54:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;God grant me the            serenity&lt;br /&gt;          to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;          courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;          and wisdom to know the difference. &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Living one day            at a time;&lt;br /&gt;          Enjoying one moment at a time;&lt;br /&gt;          Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;&lt;br /&gt;          Taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;br /&gt;          as it is, not as I would have it;&lt;br /&gt;          Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;br /&gt;          if I surrender to His Will;&lt;br /&gt;          That I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;          and supremely happy with Him&lt;br /&gt;          Forever in the next.&lt;br /&gt;          Amen.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Reinhold                Niebuhr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-4868182936671988432?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4868182936671988432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4868182936671988432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4868182936671988432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4868182936671988432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-549779858471019324</id><published>2008-06-19T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:31:31.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabai Waterfall</title><content type='html'>There will be a trip to Gabai waterfall soon and I was put to be in charged of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the due date, and I haven't done anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing myself for a long, long, sleepless night. -.-||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-549779858471019324?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/549779858471019324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=549779858471019324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/549779858471019324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/549779858471019324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/gabai-waterfall.html' title='Gabai Waterfall'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-442827406691775636</id><published>2008-06-18T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:01:55.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I ever had the chance to observe a teacher trainee, I must remember to motivate her/him besides simply commenting on her/his method of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I was observed, and I did not do so well, which was expected. So I have two full pages of comments on how to become a better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I was really down that time. I didn't blame the lecturer because what she said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought to change profession does cross my mind. For a moment, I was telling myself, "Why do I choose to become a teacher? I am terrible in this! Why not engineer, doctor, accountant, lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I had learned in college doesn't apply here. First, in college, using a projector is counted as a teaching aid. But it is impossible to do so here. The projector and laptop are in a special room, and there are only chairs without tables. Learning cannot be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, students normally have a hard time to understand what you are talking about in English. Most activities like presentation cannot be done smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, the students are either too noisy or too passive. The micro teaching in college never prepares me to face such problem as the 'fake students' are simply too brilliant and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mentor observes me. I still does badly. (can I actually become a teacher?) But she gives me some motivation together with the comments, so I don't feel too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher trainee, there are moments when I love the teaching experience, there are moments when I dread it because I doubt my ability to teach. I need guidance, advice and motivation - I'm glad I have an excellent mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing sit-in in some classes, I enjoy talking to the students and listening to their stories. Listening to students' stories reignites my dream when I was still in secondary school - to be a counselor. I notice that I walk lighter and feeling better after chatting with the students. Even after a good teaching and learning process in a class does not give me such good feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more weeks 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/7454133648857699487-442827406691775636?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/442827406691775636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=442827406691775636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/442827406691775636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/442827406691775636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/experience.html' title='Experience'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-9153607397012706420</id><published>2008-06-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T04:30:01.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AirAsia Vs MAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MAS and AirAsia are now currently busy promoting their own airlines. I support AirAsia. For those who have keep with the news, you should know very well that MAS use pretty dirty tactics in luring customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When KLIA was officially launched several years back, there was simply not enough runways and gates for AirAsia to land their planes. Hence, there is a constant delay in their flights schedule. Since KLIA unofficially belongs to MAS, it is without doubt that their planes were given more priority than AirAsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people said AirAsia service is lousy and the flights are always delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news die hard. AirAsia seldom faces delay anymore after the toil and sweat to build a new terminal (LCCT) is finally approved by the government. Until now, I still listen to people saying that AirAsia service is unsatisfying. Years ago, that is true. But now, not anymore. During my many experience with AirAsia, my flights were never delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before LCCT was constructed, AirAsia, seeing that KLIA is insufficient to provide for huge amount of plane traffic, and therefore proposed to use/buy/rent the Subang Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government says NO. They said that they aim KLIA to be the main hub for planes. This purpose would not be achieved if AirAsia moved to Subang. They claim as well that since Subang is nearer, more customers will be attracted to AirAsia and MAS business might suffer. Instead, the government intends to change Subang Terminal into a place to fix planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, now, Firefly (belongs to MAS) is currently operating at Subang, with advertisement splashing all over the national newspaper saying - 'And we are nearer - at Subang Terminal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS has a new plan. Following AirAsia's steps, MAS is slashing their flight price as well. And at the very same flight route where AirAsia is promoting zero fare as well. There are so many other flight routes, yet MAS decides to go all out to steal customers from AirAsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AirAsia has limited flight routes. They are facing difficulty to get approval to fly some route for their competitor does not want them to steal all their business. Dirty tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw a red advertisement promoting zero fare to go to Bangkok. My first impression is that it is another promotion from AirAsia. Looking closer, it is actually a promotion from MAS Airlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such copycat. Scooping so low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you MAS. Go AirAsia!&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/7454133648857699487-9153607397012706420?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/9153607397012706420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=9153607397012706420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9153607397012706420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9153607397012706420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/airasia-vs-mas.html' title='AirAsia Vs MAS'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-226573177297961272</id><published>2008-06-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T04:07:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Alvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to spending more special day like today for many years in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-226573177297961272?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/226573177297961272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=226573177297961272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/226573177297961272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/226573177297961272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2390623795579287223</id><published>2008-06-10T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:19:28.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final - Doraemon</title><content type='html'>Few months ago, I bought 45 mini Doraemon short books. A week ago, I had finished reading all the books, and learning a lot of Chinese characters on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious to know more about Doraemon. Hence, I go to Wikipedia to search for more info. There are three endings for this famous manga character. Below is the most acceptable by all. Enjoy. It is sad to see such a great comic has finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click if you are unable to read the words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59pAKaWjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rQx0bhXpkoc/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59pAKaWjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rQx0bhXpkoc/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239962286021170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59pXjZjKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_VIhG-07-bQ/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59pXjZjKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_VIhG-07-bQ/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239968564841634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59ptQFWQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PPPx5yx2YeM/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59ptQFWQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PPPx5yx2YeM/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239974389405954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59p84_0tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bzIC0fHAj6M/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59p84_0tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bzIC0fHAj6M/s400/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239978587542226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59qNv2DxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h9QfmhQxEEw/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59qNv2DxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h9QfmhQxEEw/s400/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239983112556306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-4T-wYGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ic-jlKOu1TE/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-4T-wYGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ic-jlKOu1TE/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210241324815507554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-4o1_gXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Npqi3WOskCI/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-4o1_gXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Npqi3WOskCI/s400/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210241330415894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-41IcimI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MqwGksVXGRw/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-41IcimI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MqwGksVXGRw/s400/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210241333714520674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-5Jp2lTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pz7pgbxuDvg/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE5-5Jp2lTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pz7pgbxuDvg/s400/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210241339223348530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye Doraemon...&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/7454133648857699487-2390623795579287223?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2390623795579287223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2390623795579287223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2390623795579287223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2390623795579287223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-doraemon.html' title='Final - Doraemon'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SE59pAKaWjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rQx0bhXpkoc/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-15548600623444587</id><published>2008-05-28T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T03:22:00.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>My sister's new car...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfgGEbeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BpzNQpVfNcY/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfgGEbeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BpzNQpVfNcY/s320/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370062059630050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior design...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0w-gGEbgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jz0PjO5_TaE/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0w-gGEbgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jz0PjO5_TaE/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370594635574786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee's family also welcomes a new member named Ah Bie...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfQGEbcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Gw63Q6Kq_60/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfQGEbcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Gw63Q6Kq_60/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370057764662722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now almost three months old. I learn some basic skills to take care of dogs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfgGEbdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_zKeKc-sTVQ/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfgGEbdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_zKeKc-sTVQ/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370062059630034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still cannot take solid food as she is still young. Now, she is trained to bath with cold water so she won't be too much of a trouble when she grows up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0w-gGEbfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yd2584wAepU/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0w-gGEbfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yd2584wAepU/s320/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370594635574770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only has a meal at 6pm and snack at 12noon. She can't eat a lot or her stomach will be bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not allowed to pay too much attention to her, or she will be very 'manja' in the future. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfQGEbbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9G4vcoKNmo4/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfQGEbbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9G4vcoKNmo4/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370057764662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of a dog carries responsibilities. But my sister is  very happy with Ah Bie. :-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfAGEbaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/60yghkfQTds/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfAGEbaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/60yghkfQTds/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370053469695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So do I. Welcome Ah Bie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-15548600623444587?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/15548600623444587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=15548600623444587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/15548600623444587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/15548600623444587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SD0wfgGEbeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BpzNQpVfNcY/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2685098349252980283</id><published>2008-05-26T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:23:22.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Battle of cars - Honda and Toyota&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2QGEbYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dpKoOyZW1Ls/s1600-h/honda_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2QGEbYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dpKoOyZW1Ls/s320/honda_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641476692438402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2gGEbZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZXa7kR5ujOw/s1600-h/logo+toyota+3d+silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2gGEbZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZXa7kR5ujOw/s320/logo+toyota+3d+silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641480987405714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which car is better? Honda VTEC or Toyota G? Both cars  cost almost the same. Honda VTEC is only RM3000 more expensive than Toyota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2AGEbWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VeEAW8JElbk/s1600-h/30carpYarisM_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2AGEbWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VeEAW8JElbk/s320/30carpYarisM_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641472397471074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TOYOTA VIOS G&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://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2QGEbXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FgRuC-gNMR0/s1600-h/Honda_City_Modulo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2QGEbXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FgRuC-gNMR0/s320/Honda_City_Modulo_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641476692438386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HONDA CITY VTEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honda VTEC&lt;br /&gt;1. The interior is not wood like Toyota but some sort of metallic material.&lt;br /&gt;2. The space is more spacious than Toyota Vios G.&lt;br /&gt;3. The engine is created with new technology therefore the quality and durability of it is still not a certainty.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lower second hand value when compared with Toyota.&lt;br /&gt;5. Most importantly, the spare parts and maintenance of Honda is NOT EXPENSIVE in Malaysia anymore. A new Honda factory has recently opened in Melaka, therefore the cost has dramatically reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toyota VIOS G&lt;br /&gt;1. Engine is old technology, therefore reliable.&lt;br /&gt;2. Higher second-hand value than Honda.&lt;br /&gt;3. Affordable maintenance and spare parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cars are equally attractive. So which cars to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it'll finally depend on the users themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my sister, she chooses Honda City VTEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats sis, for your new car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-2685098349252980283?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2685098349252980283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2685098349252980283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2685098349252980283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2685098349252980283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/05/battle-of-cars.html' title='Battle of Cars'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDqZ2QGEbYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dpKoOyZW1Ls/s72-c/honda_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7443152228621566419</id><published>2008-05-21T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:53:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDQL0ekI7pI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yemb8xzjtWU/s1600-h/frontpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDQL0ekI7pI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yemb8xzjtWU/s320/frontpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202796465705512594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I finished the above series several days ago and I am still thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series is so so so captivating. Everyday for two weeks, after back from school, I immediately downloaded the latest episode which only take an hour and I would be having my late lunch while watching the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest part is the best part. However, as the series progresses, it gets a bit mundane, with not much action. So it is not surprising that the ratings do not get as high as D.I.E (another TVB series).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so interesting for me? Mostly because of Damian Lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's old, but he knows how to act! He has hold so many roles and he did them all so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look his bio up in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is born in the year of the ox. Same with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a Roman Catholic. Same with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a Libra. Again same with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read somewhere that he acted in a gospel series named "New Born". The series is about Christianity as well as appreciating the new born babies. So I downloaded the series, and as expected, he is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him! :-p&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/7454133648857699487-7443152228621566419?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7443152228621566419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7443152228621566419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7443152228621566419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7443152228621566419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-me-now.html' title='Catch Me Now'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SDQL0ekI7pI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yemb8xzjtWU/s72-c/frontpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2547504264534412507</id><published>2008-05-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:51:35.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting My New Life</title><content type='html'>I arrived Jia Yi's house at 1300 on Friday, 9 May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house will be my shelter for 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, her parents were back from work and they greeted me warmly - "Make yourself at home," they both said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is very near everywhere. In 5 minutes (sometimes less) bike journey, I can go to&lt;br /&gt;1. Digi Specialized Store - to pay my bills&lt;br /&gt;2. Shell Petrol Statin - to feed my bike&lt;br /&gt;3. Photostat shop - open till 10pm, the cheapest around Pandan Indah (according to Jia Yi)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Store - shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;5. Dozens of eating outlets - for my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all my basic necessities can easily be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the school that I am going to for practicum is just 15 minutes drive away. Carrefour Ampang is also around that length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning -  first day of practicum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart thumping, palm sweating*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-2547504264534412507?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2547504264534412507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2547504264534412507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2547504264534412507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2547504264534412507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-my-new-life.html' title='Starting My New Life'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7755778136102759396</id><published>2008-05-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:37:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In preparation for practicum, I signed up for DiGi EDGE and bought a new EDGE/GPRS USB stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SB0u31n2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/L-22FtW1-Lw/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SB0u31n2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/L-22FtW1-Lw/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196361081877325362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SB0u4Fn2ZkI/AAAAAAAAAUE/a8KQAYbHSyA/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SB0u4Fn2ZkI/AAAAAAAAAUE/a8KQAYbHSyA/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196361086172292674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The USB stick is made by HuaWei which according to my friend is one of the well-sought companies by fresh engineers like Intel. So, I guess the quality should be good. I bought it for RM450.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DiGi EDGE Unlimited Plan costs RM66 permonth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why DiGi EDGE? For a month, I have been reading on all the available forums on Maxis Broadband, Celcom Broadband and DiGi EDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxis Broadband is the first to be out from my list - when 9 out of 10 people complained of its service. Slow. Sometimes, can't even surf website. Then has contract of 18 months. A lot of people wish to terminate but are bonded with the contract. Poor them. Oh, and it has a limit of 3GB for surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celcom Broadband. I was already seriously planning to buy this. 5 out of 10 people said Celcom Broadband is good. I'm not sure whether it has limited downloading for 3GB like Maxis or not. The information I found in the net differs from one to another. So, I was planning to sign up liao, when a Celcom broadband agent (relative of mine), encourages me not to do so. There seems to be some complains on the speed of Celcom Broadband. Besides, when an agent itself told me not to sign up for Celcom, I pun cabut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiGi EDGE. So, it's DiGi in the end. DiGi EDGE does not have limited download (yes, you can download as much as you can!) but the only disadvantage is its slow speed. Since it is only EDGE and not 3G (Maxis and Celcom), the maximum speed it can reaches is 40Kb/s. However, DiGi company will launch their 3G Broadband in October this year, so one can expect them to improve their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three days, I have downloaded a total amount of 1GB using DiGi EDGE. Imagine if there is a limit of 3GB - I can only use it to online for a week! DiGi EDGE is also the cheapest among the three, but you have to buy the USB stick and is not provided like Maxis and Celcom. DiGi also allows you to terminate the internet service anytime you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection of DiGi EDGE is stable and reliable as it claims to be. Though sometimes it is slow, the page will open sooner or later, it is just a matter of time. Most of the time however, the connection is around 30Kb/sec. It even has connectivity in Sarikei - any places that have DiGi line, then you can online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need internet in my life. DiGi EDGE has fulfill my needs with minimal cost.&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/7454133648857699487-7755778136102759396?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7755778136102759396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7755778136102759396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7755778136102759396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7755778136102759396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/05/digi-edge.html' title='DiGi Edge'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SB0u31n2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/L-22FtW1-Lw/s72-c/IMG_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3424674209637114430</id><published>2008-04-27T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:41:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Practicum starts on 12 May 2008. Thanks to Jaime, I received my things few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months earlier, I wrote down my name in my name tag as M. F. Lee. Now, I regret it...a lot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SBS2R1n2ZfI/AAAAAAAAATc/8TkRGiYmhJg/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SBS2R1n2ZfI/AAAAAAAAATc/8TkRGiYmhJg/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193976687833277938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I believe students being the most 'kepo' and curious creature on the earth, they will be very interested to know what does MF stands for. I should have just wrote my name as LEE. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, MF could represent a lot of other acronyms. Amy Teng has already taken the first opportunity to laugh at me when she saw my name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. F. Lee - Mother fucker Lee&lt;br /&gt;M. F. Lee - Muka fucker Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the Most Foolish Lee, I now wish that I should have just wrote LEE. LEE. LEE... Arrgghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SBS2rFn2ZgI/AAAAAAAAATk/qQkkKGI7VWg/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SBS2rFn2ZgI/AAAAAAAAATk/qQkkKGI7VWg/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193977121624974850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next is the Buku Persediaan Mengajar, which is so so so thick and heavy. It is compulsory to bring it everyday to school! But this is not the difficult part. The hardest part is filling those pages with writing and more writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought since it will only be 8 weeks of teaching (then minus 2 weeks of exam), I would only have 6 weeks of teaching. So, I guess that I might only be able to write until half of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was VERY VERY wrong. I saw a book done by Tiew Mee's senior. It was filled with writing - every pages of it. Then at the very back, there are even extra bundles of papers added because the thick book is not enough to write down all the lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in eight weeks, I should write 500 to 600 pages of lesson plans. *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for practicum. It will definitely be a very memorable experience. I have accommodation, transportation, food, internet, money and extra classes all in place. I am so ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come!&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/7454133648857699487-3424674209637114430?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3424674209637114430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3424674209637114430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3424674209637114430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3424674209637114430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/practicum.html' title='Practicum'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SBS2R1n2ZfI/AAAAAAAAATc/8TkRGiYmhJg/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4859549023956947308</id><published>2008-04-23T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:41:42.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;examtestexamtestexamtestexamtestexamtestexamtestexamtestexam&lt;br 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4859549023956947308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4859549023956947308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/state-of-my-mind.html' title='The State of My Mind'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6336621114745371696</id><published>2008-04-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:49:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to marry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;There was a man who had 3 very loving girlfriends. They are all pretty and nice. And he's having great trouble trying to decide who to marry. So, he gave each one of them $5,000 and see what they do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, went out shopping. Bought nice clothes &amp;amp; do up her hair and everything. She said to him: "I love you so much that I spent all the money to make myself look pretty and nice because I know you like it. Just for you." He's touched. This girl did everything so that he will love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second girlfriend took the money and bought all kinds of nice clothes and latest gadgets for him. She said to him: "I love you so much that I spent all the money to buy you gifts and things that you like. I love you so much that I left nothing for myself." He's very touched. She gave everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third girlfriend took the money and invested them into the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;Within 5 days, the money doubled. She took out the $5000, gave it back to him and the balance she opened another investment account. She said to him: "I love you so much that I'll help you grow your money so you won't have to worry about living. I'll take care of everything for you.". Naturally, he's touched too. This girl is so intelligent and so loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had to make a decision on who to marry; and he decided to marry the one with the biggest breasts.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Men will always be men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-6336621114745371696?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6336621114745371696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6336621114745371696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6336621114745371696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6336621114745371696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-marry.html' title='How to marry'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1842040244050827495</id><published>2008-04-17T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T03:55:18.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister's wedding is one of those life-changing moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures that she and Jimmy took before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm0gjYk7I/AAAAAAAAARg/-imigoQFLjM/s1600-h/IMG_3227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm0gjYk7I/AAAAAAAAARg/-imigoQFLjM/s320/IMG_3227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159779101184946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm0wjYk8I/AAAAAAAAARo/T9wa77PwGIA/s1600-h/IMG_3239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm0wjYk8I/AAAAAAAAARo/T9wa77PwGIA/s320/IMG_3239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159783396152258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't quite like the above pictures. According to my sister, those were among the last pictures taken. They had been posing since 8am till 5pm. Therefore, one can see that they were already very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKgjYk2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IpFShuirUkM/s1600-h/IMG_3066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKgjYk2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IpFShuirUkM/s320/IMG_3066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159057546679138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wonderful primary photo of their wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKgjYk3I/AAAAAAAAARA/E5Ekug77-JI/s1600-h/IMG_3099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKgjYk3I/AAAAAAAAARA/E5Ekug77-JI/s320/IMG_3099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159057546679154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKwjYk4I/AAAAAAAAARI/DVLYD0kwUFc/s1600-h/IMG_3116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKwjYk4I/AAAAAAAAARI/DVLYD0kwUFc/s320/IMG_3116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159061841646466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKwjYk5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/1lVB5UkQV-g/s1600-h/IMG_3120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKwjYk5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/1lVB5UkQV-g/s320/IMG_3120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159061841646482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKwjYk6I/AAAAAAAAARY/9DN3V6ZR9IQ/s1600-h/IMG_3141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcmKwjYk6I/AAAAAAAAARY/9DN3V6ZR9IQ/s320/IMG_3141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159061841646498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclaAjYkxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5btF6gWSvIE/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclaAjYkxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5btF6gWSvIE/s320/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190158224323023634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclaAjYkyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/60J0TL6JGmk/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclaAjYkyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/60J0TL6JGmk/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190158224323023650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclagjYkzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/B3hNUdlblEQ/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclagjYkzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/B3hNUdlblEQ/s320/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190158232912958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclawjYk0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kdbUM9-WYMI/s1600-h/IMG_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclawjYk0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kdbUM9-WYMI/s320/IMG_3037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190158237207925570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclbAjYk1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gsR7_KOyPsI/s1600-h/IMG_3049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAclbAjYk1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gsR7_KOyPsI/s320/IMG_3049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190158241502892882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMQjYksI/AAAAAAAAAPo/015Xz9SC7-I/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMQjYksI/AAAAAAAAAPo/015Xz9SC7-I/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190156888588194498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMgjYktI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NzzP2Mrxzss/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMgjYktI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NzzP2Mrxzss/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190156892883161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMwjYkuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mfDks_LrfSY/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMwjYkuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mfDks_LrfSY/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190156897178129122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMwjYkvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Oq-B7Wl_cf4/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckMwjYkvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Oq-B7Wl_cf4/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190156897178129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckNAjYkwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yPwO2d1Gybk/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAckNAjYkwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yPwO2d1Gybk/s320/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190156901473096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the tiring photo session, the time comes for the wedding itself. Relatives from all over the states come to the humble town of Sarikei to have the wedding lunch. The lunch was held for two days - first day for the female's family, second day for the male's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcoFgjYlFI/AAAAAAAAASw/Vlo7BV7sim0/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcoFgjYlFI/AAAAAAAAASw/Vlo7BV7sim0/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190161170670589010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to ritual, my sister was supposedly to leave her house and move to her husband's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That morning, everyone was busy but happy. Jimmy's friends came and they had some games with my sister's friends.  Of course, all the obstacles were successfully bridged, so Jimmy went and took his wife. Then the kow tow session began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm1gjYk_I/AAAAAAAAASA/LyhxhmGnYeE/s1600-h/DSCN0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm1gjYk_I/AAAAAAAAASA/LyhxhmGnYeE/s320/DSCN0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159796281054194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm1QjYk-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/4-4_MoZc2jY/s1600-h/DSCN0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm1QjYk-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/4-4_MoZc2jY/s320/DSCN0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159791986086882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm1AjYk9I/AAAAAAAAARw/TQBFe9D5qxU/s1600-h/DSCN0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm1AjYk9I/AAAAAAAAARw/TQBFe9D5qxU/s320/DSCN0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159787691119570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister leaving the house - a symbol that she now belongs to someone else. Everyone kept telling her - Don't look back, don't look back. Hmmm...got some wet eyes during these moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnvwjYlAI/AAAAAAAAASI/lowkgZ0mCM4/s1600-h/DSCN0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnvwjYlAI/AAAAAAAAASI/lowkgZ0mCM4/s320/DSCN0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190160797008434178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the new house!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwAjYlBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8Q4ed1Sh9tQ/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwAjYlBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8Q4ed1Sh9tQ/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190160801303401490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kow tow session again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwAjYlCI/AAAAAAAAASY/qjZvfQtNv60/s1600-h/DSCN0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwAjYlCI/AAAAAAAAASY/qjZvfQtNv60/s320/DSCN0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190160801303401506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my sister's friends. They all took leave and flew across from Peninsular Malaysia to attend the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwAjYlDI/AAAAAAAAASg/TMODuD4FfZ4/s1600-h/DSCN0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwAjYlDI/AAAAAAAAASg/TMODuD4FfZ4/s320/DSCN0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190160801303401522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister's new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwQjYlEI/AAAAAAAAASo/bJ0OW2iHA_k/s1600-h/DSCN0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcnwQjYlEI/AAAAAAAAASo/bJ0OW2iHA_k/s320/DSCN0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190160805598368834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where is my nephew/niece? :-p&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/7454133648857699487-1842040244050827495?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1842040244050827495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1842040244050827495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1842040244050827495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1842040244050827495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sisters-wedding.html' title='My sister&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/SAcm0gjYk7I/AAAAAAAAARg/-imigoQFLjM/s72-c/IMG_3227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1840200713522443524</id><published>2008-04-10T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:28:47.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_4_s2hxuHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bRIVbku841w/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_4_s2hxuHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bRIVbku841w/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187653860561369202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolej Uungku Omar - Affordable rent, convenient, good facilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1840200713522443524?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1840200713522443524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1840200713522443524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1840200713522443524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1840200713522443524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes.html' title='Yes!!!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_4_s2hxuHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bRIVbku841w/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6252074707057675439</id><published>2008-04-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:37:52.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_4hzmhxuGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fV9CwA0xm2g/s1600-h/open-science-no+text-220x133_tcm18-64953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_4hzmhxuGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fV9CwA0xm2g/s320/open-science-no+text-220x133_tcm18-64953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620991176652898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a row of doors in front of her. Some are close, some are open. Occasionally, when one closes, another will be opened for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one particular door that she likes. She spends many hours, many years inside it, savoring the moments and enjoying the companions inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as usual, she visits the door. She is surprised to see that it has been closed. She thinks that it is only temporary so she doesn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days go by, she begins to get more and more worried. She knocks the door. The door is opened, only slightly ajar and the people inside talk to her in a very unfriendly manner. But she keeps knocking the door, hoping it will open wider as days pass. But the day comes when the door is not opened at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shouts, bumps the door loudly - still it remains silent. She begs and she cries - and still the door is closed. The chaos that she is creating started to attract the attention of other people from other doors. They come out from their comfy place and comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignores them all, her only comfort is when that particular door is opened for her. Days...weeks...and months go by. The door is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from the other doors continue to comfort her. Slowly but surely, she sees them, and feels their concern. She starts to accept their help and starts venturing into their doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees that she has a lot of other doors, that all these years she has ignored. She knows that she is one lucky gal to have so many doors open up widely for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is coming to terms with the closed door. Instead she is going to enjoy the best there are in all the other open doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one door closes, lots of other doors will be opened for you.&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/7454133648857699487-6252074707057675439?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6252074707057675439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6252074707057675439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6252074707057675439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6252074707057675439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/doors.html' title='Doors'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_4hzmhxuGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fV9CwA0xm2g/s72-c/open-science-no+text-220x133_tcm18-64953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8376775862454259047</id><published>2008-04-09T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T05:19:53.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL International Book Fair 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started my day by typing out a 'begging' letter to allow me to stay in my college, Kolej Ungku Omar. After given the letter to the clerk, I went to fetch Jia Yi and we went for lunch at the new Sushi King in Alamanda. The RM2 Bonanza is on so we get to eat everything for RM2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she wanted to buy something from the pharmacy. So we walked around the place. Suddenly, a woman stopped us and said, "Cik, boleh tolong buat survey sekejap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have walked passed her and ignored her. But I wasn't used to be so rude. So, I turned to her, smiled and said, "Sorry, but we don't have a lot of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I made a mistake. Instead of accepting my excuse, she became more aggressive. "Bolehlah cik, lima minit sahaja. Saya dari **@#*@*#* mahu buat *#*@*@# untuk *#@*#*@#"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi and I walked faster. She became frustrated and finally said rudely and angrily, "Lima minit pun tak ada ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, after the last remark, she didn't follow us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Jia Yi back to the engineering faculty, I went to KL IBF 2008 (refer above title) held at PWTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythBht-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/VCgimAa4dk0/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythBht-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/VCgimAa4dk0/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187211653681117666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWTC is situated opposite of The Mall. When I saw The Mall, I suddenly remember I have been here before with Mdm Angie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuExht-oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/X6lC8t-kcXk/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuExht-oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/X6lC8t-kcXk/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212267861441154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PWTC is next to Sri Pacific Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt4hht-nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sd9lWfgNL70/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt4hht-nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sd9lWfgNL70/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212057408043634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a walk from Putra station, I reach PWTC. I walked past rooms that are named after states - Bilik Johor, Bilik Sarawak etc. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythRht-fI/AAAAAAAAANw/7bMc_R9fbWY/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythRht-fI/AAAAAAAAANw/7bMc_R9fbWY/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187211657976084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a lot of people around, it might be due to weekdays. Or Malaysians are simply doing what they do best - reading two books a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythhht-gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FGqjmxG06lc/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythhht-gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FGqjmxG06lc/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187211662271052290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lot of students though. School trips I guess. I noticed that most of them bought comics (Apo?, Gila-gila, Ujang) and reference books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the book fair and I was amazed by the books collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythxht-hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ekSa9BtY8QU/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythxht-hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ekSa9BtY8QU/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187211666566019602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rows and rows of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ytiBht-iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OXGb7S_Lv_g/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ytiBht-iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OXGb7S_Lv_g/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187211670860986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt2xht-jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GwsZpBAQav8/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt2xht-jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GwsZpBAQav8/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212027343272498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The books are cheap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt3Rht-kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iam0q5VTlnw/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt3Rht-kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iam0q5VTlnw/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212035933207106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt3xht-lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Zily4DxZbbY/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt3xht-lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Zily4DxZbbY/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212044523141714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine, getting a Sidney Sheldon book for just RM15. So are John Grisham and James Patterson. There are a lot of other famous writers' works that are sold for RM15, you just need the patience to find it amidst the thousands of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt4hht-mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/77dBavlueOM/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yt4hht-mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/77dBavlueOM/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212057408043618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe the above book will be very humourous, but it is just not worth my RM15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood for hours looking at all the books. After that, I visited the washroom. However, on my way, a guy promoter stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Adik, dah kerja ke belum?&lt;br /&gt;Me  :  Belum. (I should have ignored him!)&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Oh, jadi masih belajar. Mana belajar?&lt;br /&gt;Me  :  Adalah.&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Mana belajar?&lt;br /&gt;Me  :  Universiti.&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Universiti mana tu?&lt;br /&gt;Me  :  Adalah.&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Univesiti mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me   :  Adalah...(I don't reveal details to strangers! At this point, I started to walk away, but he blocked my way.)&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Ok, tak apa. Saya nak tanya sikit. Daripada semua bahasa ini, ada berapa adik pandai cakap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He showed me a paper and I saw at the top of the paper, "Belajar Bahasa Inggeris dengan lebih mudah!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    :    Oh, saya fikir saya tidak sesuailah dengan ini. (trying to walk away)&lt;br /&gt;Promoter   :  Dengar saya cakap dulu. Adik pandai berbahasa Inggeris tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me    :  Pandai (still walking away)&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  You orang memang semuanya pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Out from toilet - I had to walk past his place again, it is afterall the only way. He stopped me again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Adik, beritahulah mana adik belajar. Universiti mana? (Aduh, why so persistent?)&lt;br /&gt;Me  :  Er...UPM.&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  Oh, UPM. Ambil course apa?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : (getting really frustrated) TESL!&lt;br /&gt;Promoter  :  So you know how to speak English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I simply glared at him and walked. He didn't stop me this time. He have zero in PR skills. He should look for other jobs other than becoming a promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuFBht-pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pKoiilkzxj0/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuFBht-pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pKoiilkzxj0/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212272156408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Alvin. He loves Robin Cook, though I don't find him write as well as many other authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuFBht-qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9KwC7LcE6UU/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuFBht-qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9KwC7LcE6UU/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212272156408482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my sister. If she knows everything inside and doesn't need the book, then it is for me...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuFRht-rI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VufkBG1IN80/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_yuFRht-rI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VufkBG1IN80/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212276451375794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just curious about Alzheimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of 9 April 2008.&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/7454133648857699487-8376775862454259047?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8376775862454259047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8376775862454259047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8376775862454259047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8376775862454259047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/kl-international-book-fair-2008.html' title='KL International Book Fair 2008'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_ythBht-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/VCgimAa4dk0/s72-c/IMG_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5064733854512120314</id><published>2008-04-07T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:27:09.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7 April 2008. Night. Alvin's grandmother passed away today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get to meet the great person that Alvin often talked about. I remember Alvin telling me that he would usually drop by her house after work to hang out and to spend some time with her. We made a plan before CNY to meet her and introduce me but somehow, the plan never materialised. Now, it is too late. She would never have the chance to meet me, and neither do I now have the chance to meet one of Alvin's loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to Alvin and his family. Take care you all.&lt;br /&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/7454133648857699487-5064733854512120314?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5064733854512120314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5064733854512120314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5064733854512120314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5064733854512120314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6219621150070683255</id><published>2008-04-07T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:24:24.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla...bla....bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have nothing to do in my room. So, I decide to go exploring around Bangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I see an aL-ikhsaN shop! Someone told me sometime ago that isolated aL-ikhsaN shops sell cheaper Nike and Adidas shoes. My roommate, Jia Yi had also told me about this shop near UKM. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWRht-YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pDscyMxczn8/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWRht-YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pDscyMxczn8/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186413223555758466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited. So excited that I keep taking the wrong turning and it takes me another 15 minutes before I find the entrance. So I park my bike and walk quickly inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes ARE CHEAPER than usual. Not as cheap as the shop in Johor near UTM, but cheap enough compared to the other Nike shoes price that I have seen around KL. I can't find any Nike shoes that I like though so I disappointedly walk out. But for the next trip to this shop, I would like to survey Adidas shoes instead. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I continue my lone journey around Bangi. And I arrive here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWBht-XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fVKDvZRr4wY/s1600-h/IMG_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWBht-XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fVKDvZRr4wY/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186413219260791154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kompleks PKNS Bangi. I always saw the sign PKNS but I never knew that it was a shopping complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWRht-ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/owvnmTcd-0Q/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWRht-ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/owvnmTcd-0Q/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186413223555758482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside is almost the same with Plaza Bintang. Lots of baju kurung on sale! Anyone needs more for practicum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a KFC inside. But overall, I would have prefer Plaza Bintang better as there are KFC, Pizza Hut and McDonald there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of today's exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hostel welcomes three new kittens. They are just a few days old.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWhht-aI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZI5i5_WHceU/s1600-h/IMG_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWhht-aI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZI5i5_WHceU/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186413227850725794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother is fiercely protective. I only get to take the picture above when the mother is away to quench her thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWxht-bI/AAAAAAAAANU/kuVPFxVbYRg/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWxht-bI/AAAAAAAAANU/kuVPFxVbYRg/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186413232145693106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she is back to the same spot, and won't allow me to get any nearer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh...&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/7454133648857699487-6219621150070683255?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6219621150070683255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6219621150070683255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6219621150070683255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6219621150070683255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/blablabla.html' title='Bla...bla....bla'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_nXWRht-YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pDscyMxczn8/s72-c/IMG_1083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1764424733319372555</id><published>2008-04-07T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:34:14.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Lau</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5534Vz4ELqI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5534Vz4ELqI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net when I read about Andy Lau rescuing a fan from his own bodyguards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened way back in January, I just get to know about it now. But the video is worth watching. Of course, people starts to say he is a hero, but in showbiz, things sometimes don't appear as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be neutral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1764424733319372555?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1764424733319372555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1764424733319372555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1764424733319372555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1764424733319372555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/andy-lau.html' title='Andy Lau'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2888704285777861323</id><published>2008-04-06T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:16:49.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was supposedly to hand in the poster at 2pm, during Miss Dhaya's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I received a message saying her class was canceled. I continued my sleep. At 11am, I went to print the poster, but due to my carelessness, I forgot to put the file into my pen drive. So I went back room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach room at 1140. While I was transfering the file into my pendrive, it suddenly occurred to me that Miss Dhaya had said to hand in from 10am to 12noon if there was no class. Sh#t! 20 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the shop, forgot my jacket in the rush. It's almost noon, the sun was bright and painful to my skin. After waiting in line for few minutes, I printed out the poster. Then a thought hit me. The poster is in A3 size, I can't fold it, so how to bring it back UKM? My bike doesn't have a basket. Letting out a sigh of desperation, I just stuff it into my sling bag and rushed to Pusat Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my poster (a bit remuk already) into Miss Dhaya's bag at 1205. First time in my life, I hand in an assignment late. Ouch...&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/7454133648857699487-2888704285777861323?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2888704285777861323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2888704285777861323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2888704285777861323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2888704285777861323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/poster.html' title='Poster'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-620786927195653007</id><published>2008-04-05T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:47:25.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS Annual Dinner 2008</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog this as fast as possible before I forget the moments and the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the CSS UKM Annual Dinner 2008. We started at around 7pm and it is almost past midnight when I reached my room. I had so much fun during the dinner. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog will contain many many pictures with less typing. A picture is worth a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HJcKoz1-qwY/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HJcKoz1-qwY/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818739952449330" 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://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9kBht-VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/O26R4zlRn6k/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9kBht-VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/O26R4zlRn6k/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821922523216210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The foyer of Country Heights&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://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e83Bht-HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OmhDRiLGD_w/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e83Bht-HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OmhDRiLGD_w/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821149429102706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main door entrance with flower petals and candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yhht-OI/AAAAAAAAALs/izqefkW87G8/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yhht-OI/AAAAAAAAALs/izqefkW87G8/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821724954720482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next are the performances pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e72xht91I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mEuLu2YYVzA/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e72xht91I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mEuLu2YYVzA/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820045622507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tribal-Mix Dance&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://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Bht92I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L7d43sZt_FM/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Bht92I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L7d43sZt_FM/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820049917474658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing to a Jay Chou's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there was a modern Indian dance by James, Eileen, Stephanie, Darryl and two more people that I had forgotten. I didn't take a picture of their performance because it was time to take our food - so I was busy eating. The food is splendid!! Totally worth my RM40. There's everything - steak, spaghetti, rice, pizza, sushi, chicken, vegetable, mushroom soup, juice, bread - best dinner I ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Rht95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jit9h8uwywc/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Rht95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jit9h8uwywc/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820054212442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8Hxht96I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tkUwHWgv18k/s1600-h/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8Hxht96I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tkUwHWgv18k/s320/IMG_0989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820337680283554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instrumental performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IBht97I/AAAAAAAAAJU/B4yNbgSDHmg/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IBht97I/AAAAAAAAAJU/B4yNbgSDHmg/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820341975250866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called Connie's performance. It is a long story why it is called as that when Connie wasn't even performing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IBht98I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XRvJK_V-RRU/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IBht98I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XRvJK_V-RRU/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820341975250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passover ceremony, the new EXCO replacing the old EXCO. Sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IRht99I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ygDwj8qkffI/s1600-h/IMG_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IRht99I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ygDwj8qkffI/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820346270218194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MSG (Mandarin Speaking Group) performance. I was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's even a video of this performance. The performance is just doing some sign language in accordance with a Chinese song. It's simple but it was fun practicing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DR_yRPvf6sc"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DR_yRPvf6sc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IRht9-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Poqfy2uvin8/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8IRht9-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Poqfy2uvin8/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820346270218210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing performance with a very interesting slide as the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lRht-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pDO9meGN70w/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lRht-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pDO9meGN70w/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820844486424578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay's wonderful voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e83Rht-II/AAAAAAAAAK8/K3M-ciPIc6E/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e83Rht-II/AAAAAAAAAK8/K3M-ciPIc6E/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821153724070018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the brave souls that joined the karaoke session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Hhht-LI/AAAAAAAAALU/sFT8_4jMBiI/s1600-h/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Hhht-LI/AAAAAAAAALU/sFT8_4jMBiI/s320/IMG_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821432896944306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best dressed award male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next is some pictures of me and my new and old friends in CSS! These are taken throughout the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mxht9uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jcKIPY4SliY/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mxht9uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jcKIPY4SliY/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818224556373730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mxht9vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PJhfg6pttSw/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mxht9vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PJhfg6pttSw/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818224556373746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qRht9wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZgRDjiJzyUY/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qRht9wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZgRDjiJzyUY/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818731362514690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0XoDTKiemPM/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0XoDTKiemPM/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818739952449314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vbdyeGA-7dg/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vbdyeGA-7dg/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818739952449298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Rht94I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Fb26GTOMZwo/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Rht94I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Fb26GTOMZwo/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820054212441986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Bht93I/AAAAAAAAAI0/TxtC_dG5bmM/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e73Bht93I/AAAAAAAAAI0/TxtC_dG5bmM/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820049917474674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e82xht-GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1Xm_NaLm5Fg/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e82xht-GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1Xm_NaLm5Fg/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821145134135394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lhht-BI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vqb625E03Lw/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lhht-BI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vqb625E03Lw/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820848781391890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9GRht-JI/AAAAAAAAALE/vXfTyvJziOc/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9GRht-JI/AAAAAAAAALE/vXfTyvJziOc/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821411422107794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e82Rht-FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SKV95wRohJw/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e82Rht-FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SKV95wRohJw/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821136544200786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9HRht-KI/AAAAAAAAALM/wjfhAfUB0So/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9HRht-KI/AAAAAAAAALM/wjfhAfUB0So/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821428601976994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e82Rht-EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Oh8uLb02qXE/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e82Rht-EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Oh8uLb02qXE/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821136544200770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mhht9tI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YUmR8q2EHnk/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mhht9tI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YUmR8q2EHnk/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818220261406418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the wonderful performances, next was photography session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8mBht-DI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-m8G1bN8qm4/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8mBht-DI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-m8G1bN8qm4/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820857371326514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lining up for pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lxht-CI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yUvvIL42Ty8/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lxht-CI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yUvvIL42Ty8/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820853076359202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Hhht-MI/AAAAAAAAALc/QifLzcwxLUA/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Hhht-MI/AAAAAAAAALc/QifLzcwxLUA/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821432896944322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking group photo. I do not have the group photo yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mhht9sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MALE6UcF6A8/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6Mhht9sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MALE6UcF6A8/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818220261406402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The atmosphere and situation during the dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was dance floor! I was surprised that so many people in CSS can actually dance! They are so happy - without any alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6MRht9rI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mT2pT04pmek/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6MRht9rI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mT2pT04pmek/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185818215966439090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Hhht-NI/AAAAAAAAALk/_498B_jNeOo/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Hhht-NI/AAAAAAAAALk/_498B_jNeOo/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821432896944338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mark can really dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally the dinner ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yhht-PI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bLpyBu8Z7_k/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yhht-PI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bLpyBu8Z7_k/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821724954720498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old EXCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yxht-QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/olfLL0mms-E/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yxht-QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/olfLL0mms-E/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821729249687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New EXCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yxht-RI/AAAAAAAAAME/s7XNH470khI/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yxht-RI/AAAAAAAAAME/s7XNH470khI/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821729249687826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Annual Dinner committee who have made all the fun possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yxht-SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/k3YfNa9vqVo/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9Yxht-SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/k3YfNa9vqVo/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821729249687842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting at the foyer for transportation back. We three are from KUO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9jxht-TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JWh_oQA-1MA/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9jxht-TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JWh_oQA-1MA/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821918228248882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't resist the temptation to jump into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9kBht-UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/P2PV-fukUww/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e9kBht-UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/P2PV-fukUww/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821922523216194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture that I like the most from all pictures that are taken that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lRht9_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EpFz1RW4JGA/s1600-h/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e8lRht9_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EpFz1RW4JGA/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185820844486424562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha...I look ok, Lydia looks pretty. Simply love the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring night, but worth every muscles of it. Going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_fJGhht-WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DnxYyLVJ7s0/s1600-h/IMG_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_fJGhht-WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DnxYyLVJ7s0/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834609856608610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-620786927195653007?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/620786927195653007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=620786927195653007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/620786927195653007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/620786927195653007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/css-annual-dinner-2008.html' title='CSS Annual Dinner 2008'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_e6qxht9zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HJcKoz1-qwY/s72-c/IMG_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-956041716844204388</id><published>2008-04-04T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:16:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you because you care about me and my family. In our long distance relationship, you have never failed to miss call me (then I missed call back, and you will call me), except for that time when you were drunk and that one day. You listen to my grumble and chattering and when I asked, "Are you bored?" you replied, "No, I enjoy listening to you." You remember to buy present for my mother this coming holiday when I go back to my hometown, though I wasn't even planning to buy one for your mother. *sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for being so understanding. You trust me though I am so far away. Though sometimes there were days when I didn't call or message you, you waited patiently and never lose your temper on that matter. You never force me to do things that I would not want to do. Thanks for allowing me such freedom and trust. I love you for allowing me to be myself and know that I am not perfect. When I was lazy to talk, you let me have my own time. When I rejoice, you are happy too. When I snap at you, you keep quiet. When we fight, you are always the first person to message me. Other people would have hated me, but you are exceptional...(of course so are my family and my close friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because having you in my life makes me stronger. Knowing someone care and always be there for me makes me able to face the challenges in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you are financial stable! Love is certainly not blind! Thanks for all the car ride to all sort of places. Thanks for all the meals, outings, phone bills and coming soon, the credit card. Even when I was 'tapauing' for my sister, you insisted to pay as well. The incident that I remember most was when I was buying groceries that my sister requested. It was quite a lot, and being the ultimate gentleman, you pay for me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you have a really wonderful family. Your parents are amazing! I enjoy the CNY visit to your house when I get to chat with them. I am looking forward to meet your cousins, aunties, uncles and your grandmas. Your younger brother is amazingly nice toward me as well. Overall, I simply love your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you can make decisions in life. You have your own principle and you hold on to it. Though it is frustrating during the times I am fighting with you, your principle shows that you are determined and 'manly'. You know the things that you want to do in the future and pretty much have everything lined up - career, financial, marriage (ahem....) I can't wait for the vacations (two to be exact) that you have planned for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for so many other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-956041716844204388?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/956041716844204388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=956041716844204388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/956041716844204388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/956041716844204388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-alvin.html' title='Dear Alvin'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5732441439240420105</id><published>2008-04-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:14:50.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 April 2008</title><content type='html'>After class, I drive straight to Alamanda Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach there at 11am. I walk quickly to the newly built GSC cinema located at the plaza level. The line is staggeringly long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TyIBht9pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zz-PwWUNV_w/s1600-h/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TyIBht9pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zz-PwWUNV_w/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185035290673018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the service is quick. So in half an hour, i have my free tickets within my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what is the rush all about? In conjunction with GSC cinema new opening, they are giving free tickets for five days starting from Saturday. So Wednesday is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watch National Treasure 2 and CJ7 for free! I am so happy that I can't stop myself from smiling while walking into the hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 1845, I start my long way back UKM. I do not know that there has been a heavy rain, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TyIRht9qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AOseWsIsxoo/s1600-h/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TyIRht9qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AOseWsIsxoo/s320/IMG_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185035294967985826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My way back to UKM is flooded. I do not know if there is other alternative roads. The day is getting darker. So, I call Mr. Mul - the man who knows it all. I get my direction and I reach back UKM safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, for days I have been waiting for confirmation concerning a certain matter. While I was watching National Treasure 2, she messaged me and said yes!!! So another happy event for me on 2 Apr 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalala... (*happy*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-5732441439240420105?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5732441439240420105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5732441439240420105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5732441439240420105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5732441439240420105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-april-2008.html' title='2 April 2008'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TyIBht9pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zz-PwWUNV_w/s72-c/IMG_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6747328461752360623</id><published>2008-04-03T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:59:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearance</title><content type='html'>Today, I am going to talk about people's appearance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's talk about me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face comes from these two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_Ttpxht9oI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sJozQ6KFGlo/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_Ttpxht9oI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sJozQ6KFGlo/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185030372935464578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, I was walking to Dr. T. Subahan class and met Anis and Oliv. Anis asked, "Why do you look so sad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not feeling sad or anything at that very moment. I was at that moment, simply being 'feelingless'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look when I am being 'feelingless'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrKxht9kI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7xw4hYj5EKE/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrKxht9kI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7xw4hYj5EKE/s320/IMG_0947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185027641336264258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wonder people thought I am always angry/sad all the time. Sadly, the above picture is how I look when I was relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how ah? Should I change into these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrLBht9lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dyKVnPMJsBY/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrLBht9lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dyKVnPMJsBY/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185027645631231570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrLxht9mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s0yxGRManOc/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrLxht9mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s0yxGRManOc/s320/IMG_0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185027658516133474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm...better not. I will look like I lost my mind, walking around with faces like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just stick to my 'angry and sad' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Emmelina yesterday went to the Mines and then she went straight to choir class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Emmelina entered the class, the lecturer asked in a very surprised tone, "Where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmelina smiled sheepishly (from my POV). During the practice break, the lecturer was still so intrigued that he walked towards us and asked again, "Are you just back from a party?" Emmelina answered, "No ah, we just back from shopping ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the questions? Simply because Emmelina was wearing a bit too smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrMBht9nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NA4t6mwL4K4/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_TrMBht9nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NA4t6mwL4K4/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185027662811100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or either it is because students just don't wear like this to class, to UKM lecture class lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-6747328461752360623?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6747328461752360623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6747328461752360623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6747328461752360623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6747328461752360623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/appearance.html' title='Appearance'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_Ttpxht9oI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sJozQ6KFGlo/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2102420744679596045</id><published>2008-04-01T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:56:07.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outreach Ministry</title><content type='html'>I am the Outreach Ministry EXCO! For CSS UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job includes creating good relationship with other CSS from other universities as well as to attend a meeting once every month in KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, EXCO camp in Melaka is coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord! Alleluia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-2102420744679596045?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2102420744679596045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2102420744679596045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2102420744679596045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2102420744679596045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/outreach-ministry.html' title='Outreach Ministry'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-4853943416962468012</id><published>2008-04-01T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:51:32.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing</title><content type='html'>I was reading my friends' blogs. So I hop from another to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one who introduce a website that test our speed typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my score on the third try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;88 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_H3VBht9jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c8dfFDvJSg0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_H3VBht9jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c8dfFDvJSg0/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184196586639324722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-4853943416962468012?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/4853943416962468012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=4853943416962468012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4853943416962468012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/4853943416962468012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/04/typing.html' title='Typing'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R_H3VBht9jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c8dfFDvJSg0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1698769880843933005</id><published>2008-03-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:41:24.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1698769880843933005?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1698769880843933005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1698769880843933005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1698769880843933005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1698769880843933005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-2020468528167361718</id><published>2008-03-29T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:59:57.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List</title><content type='html'>By the end of 2008, I intend to achieve all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Chinese characters vocabulary should widen significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm having Chinese class lesson with Tiew Mee. By the end of this semestar, I aim to finish the Year One Chinese syllabus and move to Year Two this July. I'm giving myself eight years to be fluent in Chinese reading. Then to politics, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Should be able to swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a teacher, I do not know where I will be posting to. Might be rural area or near beach area, where the possibilities of drowning is very high. Learn extra skills to equip my life is good also, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch TVB drama series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have downloaded tons of TVB drama series thanks to the fast wireless connection in my room. I might move to a room where there won't be anymore internet. But do not sweat, I found a plan - Celcom broadband with an affordable fee every month, I can have unlimited download! Then I will never miss out on TVB series anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn er-hu - a Chinese instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found the class, thanks to Christine and James. Alpert also willing to lend his er-hu to me. Class begins next July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. Learn hip hop dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next July starts. A good way to exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gain lots and lots of experience through CSSUKM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To grow spiritually. I am already starting to love the activities and the people in there more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. At least one vacation with Alvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously dear, we need vacation. I give you time till the end of 2008 to plan one, ok? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;8. Blog frequently - at least five posts every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although with such low rating of readers, I aim to continue to blog. So that years later, I can read back and laugh at myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So can I achieve all these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-2020468528167361718?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/2020468528167361718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=2020468528167361718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2020468528167361718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/2020468528167361718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-do-list.html' title='To-Do List'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-503691436668678811</id><published>2008-03-29T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:02:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical Experience</title><content type='html'>I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I started to learn guitar when I was 17. Then two years ago, I learned basic keyboard skills from my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy instrumental music. Because it is only music without any lyrics, I can have different interpretations towards it every time when I listen to it. It brings out different emotions and feelings in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In UKM, I get to know Christine and Brian through CSSUKM (Yes, both are Catholics!). Christine learned piano at the age of five. You can press a key on the piano, and she will immediately know what key it is - C or D or A or etc. (Damn amazing...) Brian meanwhile learned violin when he was in Primary One. Decades of experience, skills and practice, they are the greatest musicians that I ever get to know in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are practicing for CSSUKM annual dinner this coming Saturday. I get to record their practice. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUykDPLLDYo"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUykDPLLDYo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmnVoXe_4Rg"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmnVoXe_4Rg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply amazing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-503691436668678811?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/503691436668678811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=503691436668678811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/503691436668678811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/503691436668678811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/magical-experience.html' title='The Magical Experience'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-5491597739763802177</id><published>2008-03-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:13:55.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSSUKM</title><content type='html'>I need to promote CSSUKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSSUKM means Catholic Students' Society UKM. It is a group of Catholic students studying in UKM. Due to its small number of students - roughly 60plus, but during meeting only 25 to 35 will be present - you can't hide. Everyone knows everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because CSSUKM is not as big as PERKEB (another Christian society in UKM) it was at the verge of being 'dibubarkan'. Hence, the need to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Friday, it was the Annual General Meeting. Old excos are retiring and new excos replace them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53rxht9gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IXUTPct_HNA/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53rxht9gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IXUTPct_HNA/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211815062861314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President : Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Vice P  : Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Secretary : Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;Vice S    : Ernie&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer Controller :  Hilary&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be decided : Excos for Outreach Ministry, Liturgical Ministry, Website Publication Ministry and Music Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53sBht9hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZXBa1hj_N5M/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53sBht9hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZXBa1hj_N5M/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211819357828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joyce and her first speech as the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am one of the excos as well. (just not sure which ministry will I be serving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become an exco, one simply needs to sign a form saying they are willing to serve. Clearly, I signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never look back since. I will give my all for CSSUKM. In that way, I am giving my all to God as well. I do not want to become only Sunday-goer, I want more. I want to serve Him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you deep in? Cause I am.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53sBht9iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_21E0LejwqQ/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53sBht9iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_21E0LejwqQ/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211819357828642" 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/7454133648857699487-5491597739763802177?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/5491597739763802177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=5491597739763802177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5491597739763802177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/5491597739763802177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/cssukm.html' title='CSSUKM'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-53rxht9gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IXUTPct_HNA/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8518235554288881387</id><published>2008-03-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:12:46.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends are God's way of taking care of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I had just spent hours of chatting with my hometown friends in their hostel. We started with simply talking about our current life, how our family and boyfriends are doing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, the best part comes. We talked about our secondary school's life. I had forgotten a lot of things, and they reminded me of it. I had a good laugh at my own ignorance and stupidity in the early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends come and go. Some friends are there only during the good times. I am blessed to find friends that know the 'stupid me' in the early years and still accept me for who I am now. I can't go back to secondary life anymore, but I can always revive it when meeting up with my schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sarikei. I love the people there. I love the fact that despite so many years, we still are together as friends - through the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be our last year in UKM. And Kim Ling will be joining this July. I sometimes wonder how it will all turn out for us after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure. During my wedding day, please do come back from wherever you are and help me bully the groom. I promise you a big packet of angpow. :-)&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/7454133648857699487-8518235554288881387?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8518235554288881387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8518235554288881387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8518235554288881387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8518235554288881387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7577499545416941163</id><published>2008-03-24T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:35:55.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am feeling terribly down right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a wonderful weekend with my sister and her husband. It was really really really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point that, when I need to leave her at Wangsa Maju LRT, I actually started crying in the LRT - much to the curiosity of the people around me. I did not want to leave her that soon. There is still so much left unsaid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I miss her terribly. She has been everything to me, my best friend, my mentor, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never miss anyone this much.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-ef4hht9fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ajx_GEiBt0Q/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-ef4hht9fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ajx_GEiBt0Q/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181285689734329842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-ef4Bht9eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1jjh-_Iux10/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-ef4Bht9eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1jjh-_Iux10/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181285681144395234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7454133648857699487-7577499545416941163?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7577499545416941163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7577499545416941163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7577499545416941163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7577499545416941163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R-ef4hht9fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ajx_GEiBt0Q/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3801030229875287255</id><published>2008-03-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:10:06.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampong Ah Liang</title><content type='html'>Hi. My name is Lee Mei Fon and I am 22 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Sarikei. Then my family moved to Kuching, Kapit and back to Sarikei when I was 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 15, I was baptized with the name Bridget. Half a year later, I was confirmed with the name Patricia. Hence, my full name is Bridget Patricia Lee Mei Fon. But no one call me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, my nickname is Sarikei Sakai or country bumpkin. I do not know a lot of stuff. I was 18 when I fully understood why people giggles at the number 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was packing my stuff when I saw this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R903Z2QhiLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fk_gKku4aOQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R903Z2QhiLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fk_gKku4aOQ/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178356063747016882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it months ago, and I never have the chance to use it yet. So, at the age of 22, I owe my first sunglasses. Pathetic...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R903aGQhiMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sZfmYAKUh8w/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R903aGQhiMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sZfmYAKUh8w/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178356068041984194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when wanna go beach? Anyone?&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/7454133648857699487-3801030229875287255?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3801030229875287255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3801030229875287255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3801030229875287255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3801030229875287255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/kampong-ah-liang.html' title='Kampong Ah Liang'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R903Z2QhiLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fk_gKku4aOQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7072161925201943600</id><published>2008-03-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T07:21:05.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We Catholics are now entering the Holy Week of Lent Season. We have one last week before Good Friday arrives. I reflected over the four pass weeks. Have I been obedient? Have I fast and pray enough? Have I been a good example? Sadly, all those questions do not have positive answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, on Friday, after the CSS talk, I decided to go to the Adoration Room. It has been years since I last stepped into one. Adoration Room used to be my favourite hang-out place after my SPM. Now, that was years ago... Too many things burden my mind lately, to the point that I seriously need some comfort. I ended up spending an hour - talking to Jesus. Pouring out my everything. And I definitely feel a lot better. Love overcomes everything! And with God's love, so much the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was days ago. Feeling much better now. Besides, with assignments mountain piled high, I don't really have time to worry about my insignificant problems. Last night, I went to church with Mark. There was a reading - let me type it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 26:52 (the High Priest's slave's ear was cut and Jesus said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put your sword back in its place. Don't you know that I could call on my Father for help, and at once he would send me more than twelve armies of angels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was currently at that time busy doing the translation assignment for Comparative Literature course, I try to translate it into Malay version...like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letak pedangmu balik ke tempat asalnya. Kamu semua tidak tahu kah? Saya boleh panggil saja Bapaku untuk pertolongan. Dan dengan segera, dia akan hantar lebih daripada 12 pasukan askar malaikat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Chinese version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sorry. I forgot I'm Chinese illiterate. Anyway, read back the Malay version, and try to use it in daily conversation. One thing popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...Jesus sure is showing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence is so...so...so... show off. Not humble. Couldn't he just said, "Henti, tangkaplah saya." That's all. Why need to put that extravaganza details?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus is the most humble person you would ever find on earth. He doesn't mean to show off. And a realization hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is showing off? What is humble? All these are abstract concepts. I might feel that Jesus is showing off, but he is definitely not. We look and judge based on the concept that we learn from the human around us. And that is how it is with human relationship. The things we say, the action we do, we might meant no harm, but others might have interpret it the other way round. They might have feel offended, malicious and discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do? I don't know also oh. If people wanna think that way, we can't stop it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, live simple, be simple. May your Lent Season is a fulfilling one this year. And wishing you an early Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-7072161925201943600?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7072161925201943600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7072161925201943600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7072161925201943600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7072161925201943600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/lent-season.html' title='Lent Season'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6720220821245332053</id><published>2008-03-08T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T06:06:17.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair</title><content type='html'>I used to have really thick and bushy hair. I loved that hair a lot. It's very black and very healthy. Very easy to get oily too. And got lots of dandruff. But still, I love my thick hair very much.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZxmQhiFI/AAAAAAAAADo/kvXxQZhSQWE/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZxmQhiFI/AAAAAAAAADo/kvXxQZhSQWE/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175367999164614738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disaster strike after I straighten my hair. Following the steps of many other Ah Liangs, I straighten my hair. I remember I sat for six hours just to get my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZyGQhiGI/AAAAAAAAADw/NYVsqqeRbgc/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZyGQhiGI/AAAAAAAAADw/NYVsqqeRbgc/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175368007754549346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, strands of hairs started to fall down everyday. Lots of hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KbeWQhiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-A1T0Scylc4/s1600-h/1472612118_6777e8db1c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KbeWQhiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-A1T0Scylc4/s320/1472612118_6777e8db1c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175369867475388578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i started to be afraid that I will be bald. It has been two years since I last straighten my hair, but clumps of hair still fall down every morning, after washing my hair etc etc. What if I become like this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZy2QhiII/AAAAAAAAAEA/cynWSpu6RcQ/s1600-h/bald-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZy2QhiII/AAAAAAAAAEA/cynWSpu6RcQ/s320/bald-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175368020639451266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok lah, I know I dun look bald, I look like I have some kurap disease. But it is hard to do Photoshop with pictures, the two colour tones are not the same, I am simply suck in art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, back to the point. What if I become bald? Huhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-6720220821245332053?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6720220821245332053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6720220821245332053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6720220821245332053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6720220821245332053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-hair.html' title='My hair'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R9KZxmQhiFI/AAAAAAAAADo/kvXxQZhSQWE/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1552644379508158484</id><published>2008-03-06T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:41:55.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day!!</title><content type='html'>I am very very very very the happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8_8cnMh2OI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZbiNqtpdwIY/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8_8cnMh2OI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZbiNqtpdwIY/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174632065360058594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought 45 mini Doraemon comics from The Mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8_8dXMh2PI/AAAAAAAAADg/uMF0AsHNg30/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8_8dXMh2PI/AAAAAAAAADg/uMF0AsHNg30/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174632078244960498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's in Chinese and I am not Chinese educated. However, I am very motivated to read it. I am also very motivated to study Chinese. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, can't wait to read it all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1552644379508158484?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1552644379508158484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1552644379508158484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1552644379508158484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1552644379508158484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8_8cnMh2OI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZbiNqtpdwIY/s72-c/IMG_0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-6719505552644257877</id><published>2008-03-05T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:51:46.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle.com</title><content type='html'>You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this out at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/color/"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/color/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool. It's good to waste our time. Especially with so many assignments to do now, it is a good place to chill out, as well as to get to know more about ourselves. However, don't believe everything it said. If our whole attitude and lives can be known just by answering some questions, life would have been very easy. But we all know it is not. Anyway, happy trying out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-6719505552644257877?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/6719505552644257877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=6719505552644257877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6719505552644257877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/6719505552644257877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/ticklecom.html' title='Tickle.com'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-3199695188807597598</id><published>2008-03-03T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:35:19.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xandria the coward</title><content type='html'>I seldom check my friendster, especially my comments and testimonials in friendster. Hence, when I check my account, I am surprised to see a hate testimonial from someone called Xandria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all have the freedom to speak out our mind right? I accept the fact that he/she hated me, but hell, tell me why la... But on the other hand, Xandria is nothing but a coward, only daring to complain about me behind a fake identity. From the grammar that Xandria wrote, I can somehow connect it to someone who wrote the same way, but then it's not good to make unclear assumption. Later the consequences will be worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Xandria, use your real name, your real identity and face me. Stop being a coward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-3199695188807597598?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/3199695188807597598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=3199695188807597598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3199695188807597598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/3199695188807597598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/xandria-coward.html' title='Xandria the coward'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1847340391864328867</id><published>2008-03-03T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T03:33:01.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does the future hold for Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>I heard a shocking news today. There are rumours that riots might happened after the election. The news figuratively makes my heart stops beating. I felt like I had just receive death news from someone closed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to my source (if it was correct la), the current situation is that the opposition holds a stronger chance of winning this general election. These few days, I have been reading newspaper fervently, and I notice a glaring question. Where is he? Our current Prime Minister seldom hits the headlines lately, which I think is critical with the election days just around the corner. He should say something, do something to promote BN and to build confidence among the people. But hell,where is he now? Hence it is no surprise that the opposition currently holds a stronger chance of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not into politics. I think politics is full of lies, conceit and avarice. But I am definitely into Malaysia's peacefulness. After the election, I am scared that 1969 will happened again. I am scared that we won't be able to enjoy the peaceful life we have now. I am scared that we won't be a multicultural and multiracial country anymore. I am scared that once the evil is unleashed, people life will be taken for granted and killing will pursued. I am truly scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have advised me to stay in my room for this weekend. It is simply too dangerous to go outside since we won't know what will happen this weekend. My wish now is that, whatever happens, it is for the best for Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1847340391864328867?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1847340391864328867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1847340391864328867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1847340391864328867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1847340391864328867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-future-hold-for-malaysia.html' title='What does the future hold for Malaysia?'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8773534502765687592</id><published>2008-03-01T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:46:01.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungku Omar Karnival Varic-C</title><content type='html'>It was 1445 and I was learning Chinese. Yesterday, I had my first Chinese tuition class with Tiew Mee and I wanted to do my revision. Chinese characters are so confusing...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTcUlRDbI/AAAAAAAAACg/LGPqjt2cj5o/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTcUlRDbI/AAAAAAAAACg/LGPqjt2cj5o/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172687024294006194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTc0lRDcI/AAAAAAAAACo/z1o09cz91qI/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTc0lRDcI/AAAAAAAAACo/z1o09cz91qI/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172687032883940802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard a very familiar voice calling out to me outside my room. It was Hakim. He asked me to go watch him sing at my college. So I went lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before that, this is how Ungku Omar is now with the carnival in full swing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTdElRDdI/AAAAAAAAACw/0B5kYtos5pY/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTdElRDdI/AAAAAAAAACw/0B5kYtos5pY/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172687037178908114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayamas booth. Last night, I hang out with Jaime, Pris, Cat, Jey and Emm at here till almost 1am. Some of the food is nice, some not. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTdUlRDeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lw7QIJNaeks/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTdUlRDeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lw7QIJNaeks/s320/IMG_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172687041473875426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  found Hakim practising his song here. He was very anxious for his turn. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTdklRDfI/AAAAAAAAADA/4KiN_O3evWU/s1600-h/IMG_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTdklRDfI/AAAAAAAAADA/4KiN_O3evWU/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172687045768842738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rumah puaka. I so wanna go in and experience it last nite, however only Pris obliged. So we ended up, sitting at the Ayamas booth while listening to the screams. It was only opened for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to Hakim. So here before he sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kV5klRDgI/AAAAAAAAADI/iHVFoALSuVE/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kV5klRDgI/AAAAAAAAADI/iHVFoALSuVE/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172689725828435458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kV50lRDhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6QYJdnNaxA4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kV50lRDhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6QYJdnNaxA4/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172689730123402770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As predicted, he is in the top five. Tomorrow, he will compete in the final with the other four finalists. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8773534502765687592?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8773534502765687592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8773534502765687592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8773534502765687592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8773534502765687592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/03/ungku-omar-karnival-varic-c.html' title='Ungku Omar Karnival Varic-C'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8kTcUlRDbI/AAAAAAAAACg/LGPqjt2cj5o/s72-c/IMG_0856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-9167250981612027700</id><published>2008-02-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:41:02.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I had an accident today. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8QFF4fv8aI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZQtHE6oMCBY/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8QFF4fv8aI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZQtHE6oMCBY/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171263870751207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost control of my bike and felt down with Lydia near Pusat Bahasa UKM. A lot of girls near the bus stop stood up and ... simply watched. When I fell, three things popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stupid bike!&lt;br /&gt;2. Shit, how's Lydia?&lt;br /&gt;3. Air Asia tickets - need to change date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached Education Faculty, then I had the time to examine my injury.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8QFGYfv8bI/AAAAAAAAACI/bl3Fx5AEMyA/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8QFGYfv8bI/AAAAAAAAACI/bl3Fx5AEMyA/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171263879341142450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap, it hurts like hell. I just had my bath just now and I dread for another. The picture was taken seven hours after the accident. I wish the wound would dry up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse at Pusat Kesihatan UKM asked me, "Adik, dah phobia naik motosikal?" Pondering on the question, I realize the answer is a definitely - no, no phobia at all. I still like the rush of winds on my face while driving bike and the easy control of a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-9167250981612027700?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/9167250981612027700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=9167250981612027700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9167250981612027700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/9167250981612027700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R8QFF4fv8aI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZQtHE6oMCBY/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8639318008105955418</id><published>2008-02-20T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:58:47.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to research, I am officially fat!</title><content type='html'>Currently, there is a free fitness test held in Education Faculty UKM. As usual, not wanting to miss anything that is free for all, I decided to sign up for it. So at 3pm, I arrived at the gym and started first by measuring my fat body.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo5Yfv8UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xFc5ic_va9A/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo5Yfv8UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xFc5ic_va9A/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168981069863579970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a fat calliper, a lady pinched me as hard as possible and use the calliper to measure the amount of my fat. It was a bit painful but I do realize that my waist does seem to have a bundle of fat...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo5ofv8VI/AAAAAAAAABY/beXPLLmjPcE/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo5ofv8VI/AAAAAAAAABY/beXPLLmjPcE/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168981074158547282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo5ofv8VI/AAAAAAAAABY/beXPLLmjPcE/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fat Calliper&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo54fv8WI/AAAAAAAAABg/qU912gxHzLk/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo54fv8WI/AAAAAAAAABg/qU912gxHzLk/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168981078453514594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pinching session, I proceed to the questionnaire answering. I have to admit here that I wasn't answering it truthfully. Some I simply fill in because I was too excited to know how I fair in the measurement. It's the numbers that concerns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the questionnaire in record time. After I handed it in, I was instructed to wear an electronic device at my chest to count my heart rate as well as a watch to show my heart rate. It's kinda cool. It's interesting to see my heart rate fall and rise. As a matter of fact, I am thinking right now to get one..just for fun. Anyway, I was then taught how to do the step test after 3 minutes of rest to know my resting heart rate. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo6Ifv8XI/AAAAAAAAABo/PkET0NTT1ac/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo6Ifv8XI/AAAAAAAAABo/PkET0NTT1ac/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168981082748481906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed of the step test is 88 beats per minute. I was told to do it for 3  minutes. Quite easy - I thought. It turned out to be wrong. 30 seconds before it ended, I was breathing heavily and wasn't following the beat correctly. My right leg was so tired that every new steps take a great effort. My resting heart rate is 78 beats per minute but when I was finished, it was 185 beats per minute. After 15 seconds recovery, it still stayed at 181 beats per minute. Not good for my fitness/aerobic capacity. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the step test, it was the end of the fitness test. I was shown of my result, which was truly shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo6ofv8YI/AAAAAAAAABw/QK2fFlQqmxU/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 349px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo6ofv8YI/AAAAAAAAABw/QK2fFlQqmxU/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168981091338416514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BMI is 20.93, therefore it's normal. My fitness is only on fair level (there are not fair, fair, good, excellent, very excellent). My waist-to-hip grith ratio is at a dangerous level, my result has shown that I have A VERY HIGH RISK of diseases such as hyperinsulinemia, insulin resistance, type 2 diabetes, endometrial cancer, hypertension, hypercholesterolemia and atherosclerosis (whatever these mean lah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the lady was more surprised with my body fat percentage value. Apparently, it shows that I am fat. In sequence, body fat percentage is like this - leanest, lean, leaner than average, average, fat, very fat. So, when my result shows that I am fat, it is shocking. Surprising. Appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vsyYfv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lcIQUiMhGLc/s1600-h/fat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vsyYfv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lcIQUiMhGLc/s320/fat.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168985347651006866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture shows a very fat man. Meanwhile, I am not fat, or so I thought. I have always see myself as an average size. The test begs to differ though. The lady who measured me did not believe the result and asked to measure my body fat once more. Just like her, I choose not to believe that I am fat and that there was so mistake in the measurement, so I agree to be pinched painfully again for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time measurement, I am still fat. Yeap, still, definitely fat. The lady looked at me (with sympathy eyes?) and kept saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I felt like receiving a terrible new in the hospital. It felt like she was saying, "I'm sorry Miss Lee, but it seems like you only have 2 weeks to live. I am so sorry. Sorry. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight, exercise, and take good care of my life. There is still so much in my life that I haven't explore. Hmmm...kennysia.com did introduce a slimming tea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8639318008105955418?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8639318008105955418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8639318008105955418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8639318008105955418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8639318008105955418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/02/according-to-research-i-am-officially.html' title='According to research, I am officially fat!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7vo5Yfv8UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xFc5ic_va9A/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-8275436453822756839</id><published>2008-02-19T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:21:45.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death Experience</title><content type='html'>I was groping around for something to hold but there was none. My breath tank was depleting fast. I began to panic and I struggled harder to stand but failed. My feet were unable to touch the ground. Death hit my thought. I'm too young to die - I screamed silently. Suddenly, my feet touched the ground, and I quickly stood up straight. My face resurfaced from the pool water and I was able to breath the glorious air!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I learn how to float in my first swimming lesson class. I am still not able to swim...yet. I enjoy the class a lot, except when I can't stand when I wanted to. I guess I am just not graceful enough in water. I kept kicking at the water, but when I stood up, I was still at the same spot. I see myself as a floater expert - a floater, but definitely not a swimmer. Try to imagine, how many of us, when they kicked in the water, can still remain at the same place, unmoved? A feat I believe will remain unchallenged for a long long time... Huh, I am truly an expert floater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't intend to stay a floater for long. Hopefully, by the second and third class, I would be able to make breaststroke. It's a good exercise as well - swimming. After Chinese New Year, I have gain all those unnecessary fat around my waist. Time to lose it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-8275436453822756839?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/8275436453822756839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=8275436453822756839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8275436453822756839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/8275436453822756839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-and-death-experience.html' title='Life and Death Experience'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-7571269533471818544</id><published>2008-02-18T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:38:54.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeiFon'/><title type='text'>17 February 2008</title><content type='html'>On 17 February 2008, me, Lyd, Hakim and Mul rented a car and wnet to LCCT to fetch Maria who had just touched down from Kuching. We had done this car renting business several times while we are studying in Ukm and all the experiences are truly memorable. This time is no exceptional from gaining more experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went for schools hunting. We were posted to different schools for our practicum so we would like to visit the schools earlier, just to get to know where it is and how is the environment. We found Mul's school - SMK Cheras Jaya (correct ka?), Lyd and Maria's school - SMK Tasek Permai and my school - SMK Bandar Baru Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ppxIfv8SI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZFGPdPnTjes/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ppxIfv8SI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZFGPdPnTjes/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168559815176220962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to TV3 Sri Pentas. I learnt that the rules there are so strict that most of the employers are unable to drive their own cars to work as no parking space is provided for them. Only certain cars can enter the building. Hakim went there to ask about tickets (I am actually still not sure what ticket and why) but since it was a Sunday, the person in charge was absent, so we left, not before taking a few pictures though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnRYfv8RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-dgSIIsafWo/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnRYfv8RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-dgSIIsafWo/s320/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168557070692118802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ppxofv8TI/AAAAAAAAABI/4HfIIrRHAhg/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ppxofv8TI/AAAAAAAAABI/4HfIIrRHAhg/s320/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168559823766155570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at Burger King Wang Utama, we were at lost where else to go. But Hakim and Mul came to the resuce. They knew that something was on at Istana Budaya. Therefore, we decided to go there. It is a concert and it is an amazing concert.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnQ4fv8OI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KdAYPffsagY/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnQ4fv8OI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KdAYPffsagY/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168557062102184162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performers are...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnQofv8NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_RTanu8bZXU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnQofv8NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_RTanu8bZXU/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168557057807216850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performances, we get to take pictures with some celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnRIfv8PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oD0kwxMYUQ4/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnRIfv8PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oD0kwxMYUQ4/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168557066397151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To end it all up, we were standing at the grand staircase of the Istana Budaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnRYfv8QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pwfVOJBcigY/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7pnRYfv8QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pwfVOJBcigY/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168557070692118786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it's back to UKM. It's time to return the car. But the night is still early, so we go Fariz for late supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in UKM - it will be interesting and memorable if you make it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-7571269533471818544?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/7571269533471818544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=7571269533471818544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7571269533471818544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/7571269533471818544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/02/17-february-2008.html' title='17 February 2008'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ppxIfv8SI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZFGPdPnTjes/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454133648857699487.post-1022366600976014586</id><published>2008-02-17T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:54:30.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Third Blog!</title><content type='html'>This is my third blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, keep changing address for my blog is definitely not good. Especially when a friend just told me that he bookmarks his friends' blog address (including me, of course!) in his laptop. Sweet of him :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I used to have meifon.blogspot.com, and then I forgotten all about it. Then a month ago, I suddenly desire to blog, so I opened up an account using my yahoo email and leemeifon.blogspot.com was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, I tried to log in into leemeifon.blogspot.com. Surprisingly, blogger.com changes all their members' accounts to gmail. This causes difficulty as blogger.com cannot detect my blog. Although I type in my username as MeiFon, it's my old, first, useless blog address that pop up. There is absolutely no way for me to access my leemeifon.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...so here I am again, with my third blog. Haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454133648857699487-1022366600976014586?l=bridgetlee85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/feeds/1022366600976014586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454133648857699487&amp;postID=1022366600976014586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1022366600976014586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454133648857699487/posts/default/1022366600976014586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-third-blog.html' title='My Third Blog!'/><author><name>Bridget Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01708617969878805452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x5hU--L5fb0/R7ihb4fv8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hTK3qQm-ZP4/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
