<?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-4687744266848952900</id><updated>2012-01-20T00:08:38.729+08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='achievements'/><category term='tech'/><category term='TV'/><category term='food'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='college'/><category term='BIRTHDAY'/><category term='music'/><category term='tag'/><category term='sick'/><category term='football'/><category term='hostel'/><category term='rant'/><category term='university'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Never just live by, but LIVE HIGH</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is short, so why not enjoy it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5869196592787423494</id><published>2011-07-22T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:01:51.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes</title><content type='html'>It has been way too long since I posted anything here. Medical school has been keeping me way too busy and pre-occupied. Life has gotten a little too routined here that there is nothing much to update. Plus, there is just way too much information squeeze into my mind in such little amount of time that there is hardly any space left to formulate a decent blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of changes has occured since the last time I blogged. Firstly, I have shifted to a newly built hostel from the apartment that was 15 minutes walk away from my campus. It is a single room, hostel like environment. Frankly, I do not miss my old place because this new hostel is way more convenient for me as it is 10 minutes walk away from the lecture hall and 3 minutes away from the library. (In Manipal, sadly the library has become our only acceptable "social place"=P especially since most of us stay in single rooms now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it gets even better as the path to lecture halls, food court and library is a flat and a safer road. I no longer have to climb uphills, walk through lonely alleys or to worry about wrecklessly driven large trucks, as if they are about to swerve to the side of the road and hit a passenger. Hence, I have gotten myself a bicycle from a senior. I ride the bicycle to class everyday and there is nothing more satisfying and peaceful than that. Even with the monsoon bringing showers of rain every morning, I still cycle with lots of joy (and a raincoat of course=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been pretty irritating. Today, I was in a superbly motivated mood to jog at least 3 rounds at the park near my hostel since I've just completed my last semester exams. I took a slow stroll with my friend to the park and just as I started to jog, the rain poured. I decided to turn back and mind you, the park is at least 20 minutes walk away from my hostel. The rain got even heavier and who brings an umbrella when they jog? So, I got caught off guard and I had to walk in the rain with the cold wind. We were practically drenched all the way back. The funniest part of it? The rain stopped as we were almost reaching our hostel...Tough luck no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsoon, as much as it is a very efficient sleep inducer has also many problems. The environment is so humid that fungus began to take chance to grow on almost anything from food to shoes. Everyone (boys and girls included) carries an umbrella around as the rain can suddenly fall without any warning at all! It is common for us to arrive at the lecture with literally wet and cold feet, causing us to shiver during lectures. There is very little sunshine and the surroundings can sometimes get as cold as Genting Highlands! (And one would think India = A VERY HOT PLACE) I thought India was going to be hot all year round that I left all my sweatshirts back in Malaysia....=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, pre-occupying myself with medicine is both an amazing but stressful experience. We were recently exposed to the basics of neuroanatomy and despite its volumnious syllabus, I definitely enjoy learning how intricately the different structures of the brain are interconnected. And who would have known that every little groove(sulci as we medic students call it) has its own name! It was challenging recognizing them at first especially on the live brain specimens, but I've gotten pretty use to it. Hence, the fundamental trick to Anatomy is familiarity. Oh, the live brain...it looks like tofu..seriously. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a medical student is still stressful especially nearing exams. If you visit our library, you can't help but notice some really bizzare methods of studying adopted by medical students. Some stand while they are studying although comfy chairs are provided in the library while some study 24-7, even when they are walking to the toilet to ease themselves while some rehearse what they are studying, pacing back and forth like reading a mantra! =P Don't worry, very little Malaysians follow the "mantra-style" of studying. Most of us are still the conventional "sit-on-the-chair-and-study" kinda students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite the strings of information that we need to store in our brain in a short period of time, I don't feel the heat as much as I did when I first arrived here. It could be maybe due to the balance I have found to manage my time more wisely or I have simply learned to tolerate higher amounts of stress than I used to. It feels more like the latter situation is occuring, because finding balance in time has never been my forte. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my last semester examinations for today. I have three weeks of study break before the MAJOR FIRST YEAR EXAMINATIONS which will determine whether I'll pass my first year or not. I still can't believe first year of medical school is nearing its end. I think I'll miss Anatomy dissections once I go to second year. If I can pass my first year and head on to second year. I do feel pretty nervous about the upcoming major exams as it encompasses all that we have learned from day one of first year. Questions could come out from any region head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's next after my major exams? ........H-O-M-E!!!!! XD Simply can't wait for that. I have been having lack of sleep due to time constraints in completing my revision. I'll only probably regain my sleeping hours back in Malaysia. Home, you are my most major inspiration to study well and CLEAR FIRST YEAR! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-5869196592787423494?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5869196592787423494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5869196592787423494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5869196592787423494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5869196592787423494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2011/07/banana-pancakes.html' title='Banana Pancakes'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4286204352958825240</id><published>2011-03-06T08:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:36:30.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's Only Life</title><content type='html'>As I've often mentioned here, time really flies. My one-month holiday is nearing its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holidays has been different for me. I'll usually wake up late, glue myself to the computer randomly browsing the Internet, be a couch potato, watching every new DVD I could find during the holiday season. Basically, I've always wasted my holidays doing nothing truly productive and regretting it after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it was different. This time, I've finally managed to make a trip to Singapore for the very first time in 21 years of my life. The one thing I admired about this place was the efficiency of its public transport. Buses and MRTs came every 5 minutes without fail, unlike KL where a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"RAPID"&lt;/span&gt; kl bus can sometimes take 1.5 hours to arrive. When I was back in KL one day waiting for the ktm for almost half an hour just to travel from KL Sentral to MidValley (only one station), I really couldn't help comparing the public transportation systems of both countries. But other than that, Singapore is very much like KL minus the good food. Haha, sorry no offense. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holidays was also more family-centric. My grandmother is usually an active and lively person even at 80 years old. But recently, I've noticed something different about her. She slept more often than usual and was often tired even after walking for short distances. My mum decided that it was best that we took her to the hospital for a thorough check up. Admission took almost 5 hours to complete and my grandmother stayed in the hospital for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those 10 days, I went to and fro the hospital to visit her. She was not doing well initially and it got me really worried. I am really close to my grandmother because she took care of me when I was younger. My mum was also stressed out, to a point where she broke down and cried and I was helpless about it. For 21 years of my life, I am naive about the concept of death. Because of that, I had always lived in this silly bubble thinking that "Everybody lives forever and no one is going to leave. Not anytime soon". Yea, very silly no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this experience burst that bubble. It made me face reality that people do not live forever however much we want them too. That at any point of time, someone close to us may just leave us. The fact that we all have a time limit on this Earth. The problem is, we don't know when is it.  We don't know when is our expiry date. So, how do we face this ordeal of not knowing it? By appreciating the moments with people when we are still alive. Good memories make us survive through the worrying ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yea very morbid thoughts. My grandmother is doing better now, I just got a little carried away emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts, uncles and cousins came over to visit my grandmother and I was glad to see them. We gathered for a family reunion dinner, which was a rare occassion for me. I had to cram myself with about 10 poeple in a 4-seater dining table, but it was the best reunion dinner so far in my life. It over-compensates for all the days of CNY that I was away from home. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nic always says "Good food, good company, what more can I ask for?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4286204352958825240?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4286204352958825240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4286204352958825240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4286204352958825240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4286204352958825240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-only-life.html' title='It&apos;s Only Life'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1250608202610117045</id><published>2011-02-06T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:03:48.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Move Along</title><content type='html'>This week was just psychologically and mentally tiring for me. I had to spend my first CNY away from home and close to my Physiology books because this week was jam packed with tests...both oral and written ones. But I am glad for the small lunch and dinner gathering we managed to cram in between those many hours of studying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty bumped (I am still...) over my performance for Anatomy Spotters. Anatomy Spotters is an examination that is made up of 25 stations. Each station has a particular specimen and a particular anatomical structure like a nerve, artery would be marked. We are required to identify the marked structure correctly and complete any subsequent questions (usually related to the marked structure) given at a particular station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it does seem like a pretty easy examination. But the trick here is that we are only given ONE MINUTE per station. Hence, within one minute, one must be able to identify the marked structure correctly and answer the questions that follows. Here is where most of us screw ourselves up in this examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some of us may have spend the whole night cramming information but have forgotten to consolidate them, causing the inability to find the answer within such a short period of time. (It's like I know that structure, I've seen it before but I forgot its name or vice versa).&lt;br /&gt;-Some of us spend 30 seconds panicking ourselves...leading to more confusion and lesser time to finish. (OMG OMG What is that??)&lt;br /&gt;-Some of us overthink within the one minute given, coming out with answers that are totally unrelated to the specimen. (It is that artery, eh but why is it somewhere else now? Maybe it's a nerve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MINUTE makes this examination uber difficult. It is an examination that not only tests a person's knowledge, but our ability to stay calm and think on our feet. It is a test of speed and accuracy. It also drives us to not only be familiar with the knowledge we have, but to the point where it becomes instinctive to us. It is actually a very good training for a doctor because in this field, every second counts for the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall under the 3rd category of the overthinker for Spotters. It truly makes me disappointed when I fail to perform well for Spotters. Unlike any other normal theory exams, performing poorly for this one affects me so bad that it makes me feel incompetent about myself. It makes me doubt my ability to believe that "nothing is impossible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am not having any doubts about my current career choice or anything, which could also be the underlying reason why am I so stressed out lately. I want to graduate as a good doctor and not just a person who is "middling/barely surviving medical school". Some people may think that at university level, "just pass, can already lah". But I don't want to have that mindset, to simply just give up and settle for less. It may seem kiasu or greedy to some people for wanting more than "just pass", but that is not really what I am trying to portray. I just think it's good to push ourselves to the limit and see the magic that takes place after that. And of course, I just really want to be a good doctor and am currently not planning to deviate anywhere from that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially over-ranted. I still have another three theory exams and hopefully those turn out well. Then, afterthat..............HOME, HERE I COME!! =D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1250608202610117045?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1250608202610117045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1250608202610117045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1250608202610117045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1250608202610117045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2011/02/move-along.html' title='Move Along'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6639206737530695438</id><published>2011-01-08T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:53:41.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Indian Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indian summer, I need some return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hard to get warm where it's so easy to get burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin de Graw speaks the real truth about the weather in India. One may think that the weather in Manipal would not be any different from that of Malaysia. After all, both places are located very near the equator. When I first arrived here, it was the monsoon season and rain could continuously pour for 3 days until the roads become flooded. At that moment, I begged hard for sunshine. I think I wished a little too much for it cause now the rain refuse to return. Rain has taken a break for a good ONE month! Back in Malaysia, I would become worried if there was no rain for a week! =P. Plus, during the daytime, I can actually feel the scorching heat of the Sun piercing and hurting my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than the crazy weather in Manipal, my life has been pretty much preoccupied with studying. I realized that has been often the answer to the most frequently asked question by my friends or family members: HOWS LIFE? It is really not because I am shutting off the conversation, but studying is really what constitutes 97% of my life now. Medical school here has an accentuated "Asian" culture where education is the utmost importance. Hence, very little attention is given to other non academical activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the nearest decent mall and cinema is 1.5 hours drive away, so there is really no real place to "lepak" here. In fact, there are not even any benches in the campus environment for people to seat. One has to go all the way to the library just to read and this becomes a hassle especially during those short 30 minutes between PBL sessions. Hence, we kill time here by watching movies, TV series via our laptop or simply by day dreaming. =P Holidays like Christmas and New Year or any post-exam celebratory moments are also celebrated here with indulging in food due to the lack of cinema or malls. On New Year's Eve, Baskin Robbins was the most happening place in Manipal. If it weren't for the joys and fun from medicine, I would have seriously collapsed of BOREDOM. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the main reason why the frequency of my blog posts have recently declined. There have been countless times when I flip open my laptop, ready to blog about my week when I realized that it was a rather dull and uneventful one. I was not going to repeatedly rant over the same routine I was having because even I would find that dull after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has change and what was different about today? Today began with a Physiology test that has costs me 30% of my sleeping time. It went pretty well and there were lectures on Physiology afterthat. During the last moments of today's lecture, my mind was wandering off elsewhere because I was excited about the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted one of my senior right after my class was over. I impatiently waited for her reply while on the way to lunch. 15 minutes later, she texted back saying that I could come collect the "thing" from her. I walked there, my heart feeling elated and excited. I have waited close to 4 months for this and I knew that this was the outlet to all the boredom or stress moments I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/TSiiA0iUg6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZbL9hHFBLCE/s1600/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/TSiiA0iUg6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZbL9hHFBLCE/s400/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559871874975171490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD XD XD XD XD XD XD!&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice of her to have given it to me with no charge at all. The head of the guitar had a small crack but it didn't affect the position of the strings and it was still playable. I rush back home after indulging in bubble tea with my friend I spend the entire evening tweaking  and playing the guitar! =P Talk about drawing Histology and studying Biochemistry. Nevertheless, guitar is the best distraction EVER. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening part of the day was even better as I had a mini shopping experience. It has been way too long since I did some serious shopping. Qi Ying told us about the sales in Levis and we all made a trip there. It was a pretty small Levis outlet but they had 50% off! I got myself a decent pair of jeans for only RM56! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea, guitar and shopping really made my day. Today was fun and until now, I have no mood to return to studying. But I have wasted too much time. I need to get back to the real world of mountainous amounts of work. Sigh =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6639206737530695438?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6639206737530695438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6639206737530695438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6639206737530695438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6639206737530695438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2011/01/indian-summer.html' title='Indian Summer'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/TSiiA0iUg6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZbL9hHFBLCE/s72-c/DSC01196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-247835580737999396</id><published>2010-12-13T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:13:54.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Love Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Everybody's gonna love today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just had the most relaxing week ever since I landed here in Manipal. Block Two resumed on Monday and we barely had much to do or read. Oh, do not get me wrong. I am not complaining and in fact, I have been longing for this moment to come. The moment where I am allowed to daydream or to stare blankly into thin air without feeling guilty afterthat. A day where I need not multitask or stress myself over unfinished piles of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish was granted when Saturday and Monday was proclaimed a holiday due to Legenda. Legenda is a cultural event held by the Malaysian Students Association of India. It comprises of a Malaysian food festival held simultaneously with a concert that showcases the wide variety of cultures in Malaysia via dancing or singing performances. It was quite an experience and being a true Malaysian, I was instinctively drawn to the food sold at the festival. There was kuih batik, nasi dagang, rojak, fried wanton, ramlee burger, prawn mee and so much more mouth-watering Malaysian delicacies. As usual, I slightly overate.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out great too. I woke up without the need of an alarm after 7 solid hours of sleep. I switch on my music playlist to listen to Priscilla Ahn's dreamy voice instead of the usual "I-need-to-wake up-AC/DC" tunes. I took a stroll to the library and enjoyed the morning sun beaming at my face. I felt refreshed and managed to read up quite a bit of Anatomy. The rest of the day was basically alternating between Anatomy and eating. I had a dose of Bavarian Chocolate and Blueberry Cheesecake ice cream from Baskin Robbins. Dinner was a chicken that tasted almost 100% like KFC. There was not only good food at the restaurant, but a VERY good view. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling nostalgic a few days ago as I stumbled upon an old Facebook photo album. It feels weird how we always thought we would stay together at one place but instead all of us went on a totally different pathway at different corners of the world. I do miss home and my friends but I am glad that recent gleeful events have taken my mind of from missing them. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I miss my guitar! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-247835580737999396?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/247835580737999396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=247835580737999396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/247835580737999396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/247835580737999396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-today.html' title='Love Today'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4974719276293028772</id><published>2010-12-03T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:01:39.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>The Lazy Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today I don't feel like doing anything&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lay in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like picking up my phone&lt;br /&gt;So leave a message at the tone&lt;br /&gt;Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally completed my first block exams yesterday, which is a pretty big thing since it accounts for 7-8% of my first year. I am truly thankful that today was a holiday because I badly needed a break and unlike Malaysia, holidays here are hard to come by. Holidays here are almost equivalent to GOLD. (Believe me, they almost wanted to start the second half of the semester today..O.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody here was so relieve that examinations were over although we've really only been here for less than three months. Life here is VERY HECTIC and as you've noticed from the reduced frequency of me blogging. The adrenaline rush and the stress from studying medicine can really make or break someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really no room for procrastination in medicine because even if  you did study consistently, it is tough to completely memorise  everything in depth due to the volatility of the information. For example, one may be able to remember the entire muscles of the sole and their respective attachments (there are about 20 different muscle) but may face difficulty in recalling all of them by 1-2 days time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, medical course trains one to think that procrastination is totally not worth it because it can really drive people mad nearing examinations. There are times when I even felt guilty for watching one 45 minute episode of Glee just to destress. We have even been mugging so much that we never even realized the 2010 Commonwealth Games came and was over! (Notice the irony?=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long hours of lectures have also forced me to change my lifestyle. I had to learn multitasking (studying while munching a Subway sandwich), have sleepless nights as I burn the midnight oil studying and tried to absorb as much as possible from my 8am to 5pm lectures so that I need not revise so many times. It didn't help that I missed one week of lectures because it felt like I have miss a whole month's worth of workload! Time became more and more precious to me that I sometimes take the extra 5 minutes between each class to study up things I have missed out during my one week of absence. I would rather get food via delivery than to go out and eat as a pretext of "not wanting to waste time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I did nerd out too much until I could feel my social life slowly degrading. . .Plus, being an Asian-oriented medical school, there is really very little de-stressing outlets here. Social activities are scarce as the university feels that its students should place ultimate focus on their education (totally the Asian style). Moreover, people are so busy coping with medicine that we just shut ourselves in our rooms to continue revision after lectures. Or to sleep since our brains are too saturated =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that still keeps me hanging on was the beauty of the subjects itself. Although they are tough to memorize, I am completely immersed into them. I can finally feel the complete joy of learning despite the stress and there is not a subject that I particularly hate, unlike in high school. I may be overwhelmed by them (like Anatomy), but I still feel happy poking and finding for muscles or nerves or vessels on the cadaver during every dissection period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I may have mismanaged my method of studying or my time during this first three months. The "personal-detachment-alternate-dimension" state was also one of the issues that affected my studies. I messed up my Anatomy first block exams. However, I am feeling optimistic about block 2 and this time, I hope I will be better prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I REALLY DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING ANYTHING. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4974719276293028772?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4974719276293028772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4974719276293028772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4974719276293028772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4974719276293028772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/12/lazy-song.html' title='The Lazy Song'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1900066439153312392</id><published>2010-11-03T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:21:54.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Hot and Cold</title><content type='html'>It started with an Anopheles mosquito flying in the vicinity of Manipal. An innocent freshie who has been in Manipal for barely a month passed by. The mosquito found its target and landed on the freshie to do its job as a transporter of plasmodium. The freshie was unaware about what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "lucky" freshie turned out to be me. The intertwining fates of the mosquito and me did not turn out well at all. I was down with fever and I initially dismissed it as a normal fever. Moreover, I did admit that I overworked myself trying to cope with Anatomy at that time. So, I thought it was merely due to the lack of sleep. But the situation became worse when I started to have continuous chills at random moments of the day. But again, I thought that my body temperature shot up too high until it causes chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pseudo-recovery period on Saturday morning. I woke up feeling rejuvenated and I was almost convinced that it was the heavy workload that led to my fever. However, the chills came back when it was blazing hot outside. It was that moment when I knew something was VERY wrong about me. I got Qi Ying to accompany me to the hospital and we waited for a good 2 hours before they did a blood test on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came back the next morning, confirming that I had malaria p. vivax. My heart sank because I know that this is not a trifling matter...well at least not in Malaysia. Initially, I was admitted to a semi-private room and they could not start treatment because further tests needed to be done. I was nervous because this was the first time I have ever been admitted in a hospital and this is one of the "first-timers" one would rather experience in their home country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my relief, I was shifted to a private room the same evening I was admitted. It was a little uncomfortable sharing room with a total stranger and the windows were WIDE open in the semi-private room. Come on, imagine if another mosquito flew in and bit me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was a hellish one as I had chills and instantaneously followed by a high fever. I had no appetite to eat at all. The following nights were not really great too as my blood pressure fell until I needed to be hooked to an IV fluid. But I am truly lucky to have the most amazing bunch of friends supporting and helping me throughout the whole stay in the hospital. Thanks guys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only plus point about being stuck in the hospital was its television. I was so TV-deprived (We're so busy that we did not even have the time to look at the TV packages available here!), I did not mind watching the same episode of How I Met Your Mother and The Simpson 3-4 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really miss going to lectures and my "personal detachment" problem came back while I was recovering in the hospital. "Personal detachment" problem was something I faced when I initially came here. It is a problem where one is in disbelief that he or she is somewhere doing something. The feeling of disbelief is so strong that I felt like I was watching someone else's life pass by when it was really actually my own life passing by. It is really a complicated thing and it disappears when I get accustomed to this place. But the stay in the hospital brought back those feelings and now I have to learn to quell them again. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discharged yesterday and I began attending lectures today. I was "warmly" welcomed with an Anatomy class test, which I totally botched because I almost fail it. =.= Sigh, I really need to conduct a post-mortem on Anatomy...I am really not reading the subject correctly. I am so tempted to google "How to study Anatomy" just for my own satisfaction. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stumble and fall...is the heart of it all...so when you fall down...just try again"&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/4687744266848952900-1900066439153312392?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1900066439153312392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1900066439153312392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1900066439153312392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1900066439153312392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/11/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and Cold'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4051322408987659</id><published>2010-10-02T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:17:11.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Through My Window</title><content type='html'>1#&lt;br /&gt;First Sunday in a different land,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Hey, what do you plan to do today?&lt;br /&gt;H : Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;E : Oh. Yea I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, there is nothing much to do here other than End Point that one would want to read Anatomy instead. =P Yes, I started my class on the 4th day I arrived here and lecturers went on to teach at a lightning speed. But I guess that's university life and I enjoy lectures. There is not a single subject I dislike so far. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2#&lt;br /&gt;E : Hey, can I borrow the scapula?&lt;br /&gt;N : Lol. Sure come and get it from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3#&lt;br /&gt;E : Internal thoracic arteries, lateral branches of posterior intercostal arteries, superior thoracic, acromiothoracic...are branches of axillary arteries..All this supplies blood to the mammary glands...&lt;br /&gt;H: The BSNL guy (internet) is here!&lt;br /&gt;E : YAY! *Scrambles to the computer to log in Facebook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : [Oh crap..Which arteries supply blood to mammary glands?....T.T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4#&lt;br /&gt;B : Aiyo, after all of this, I need to go back and meet Axilla. (somewhere along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5#&lt;br /&gt;E : How was dissection?&lt;br /&gt;Y : The cadaver smell like the chicken rice I had last night&lt;br /&gt;E : o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Talk about the life of a medical student!=P Soon, you might find us hugging a humerus while we doze off reading Anatomy or having lunch while figuring out the parts of a cadaver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the little bits of my life so far. I will blog more about it  later..because I NEED to finish reading Anatomy now. Sigh, Anatomy is intriguing yet a little overwhelming for me. I hope to eliminate the latter feeling very soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4051322408987659?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4051322408987659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4051322408987659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4051322408987659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4051322408987659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-first-sunday-in-different-land-e-hey.html' title='Through My Window'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3982573209205089739</id><published>2010-09-15T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:01:00.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>Countdown: 4 days. This is probably my last post before I leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one question that has been bugging my mind now is "How do I feel about it?" Honestly, I am not sure about my feelings now. I am excited that I am FINALLY going to medical school. I am also thrilled because I do not know what to expect out of the country I am heading to because I am one of the first amongst my circle of friends to further my studies there. Moreover, I have never thought that I would have the chance to study overseas especially not on my family's own expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've begin to feel a tinge of sadness because this is the first time in my life that I am truly leaving home. (College was not counted since home was 25 mins drive away back then=P) This could have been the reason why I particularly attended plenty of reunions from meeting collegemates to primary school mates during this holidays. Well, other than the fact that I was blessed with over 2 months of no-commitment holidays so I was basically free everyday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion with friends makes me reminisce about my past life, how I've changed, how have they changed and what caused the change. Reminiscing things has been something I have been doing a lot lately...and I am not sure if it is related to turning 20. I've even stopped listening to mainstream music and dug up my old CDs from the 90's instead. My mind wonders on how the technology gadgets have improved and influenced people over the years. I have visited Sri Aman more often than ever and all my high school memories have been flooding my recent thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I will miss my family, friends and the life at home. But I know that I will have to leave home sooner or later. Now, I prefer to exaggerate the excitement rather than the homesickness because after all, a new chapter of my life begins. I am going to be a freshman at a medical university abroad wey! Wish me luck =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3982573209205089739?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3982573209205089739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3982573209205089739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3982573209205089739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3982573209205089739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/09/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5661063752849773469</id><published>2010-09-10T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:46:12.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>柴米油盐酱醋茶 Firewood.Rice.Oil.Salt,Sauce.Vinegar.Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you were young&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a big blue aeroplane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I could travel the whole world &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've grown up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did I want?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a red answering machine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can record this: "Hello, we're not at home at the moment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I began to like red instead of blue because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about Mandarin love songs is that they're lyrics are so simple but yet it really touches your heart. You may think it is weird for a banana like me to love Mandarin songs, but I can tell you that for me, this is one of the easiest way to learn a language at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from songs that I learn how to understand basic Mandarin conversations although I never know how to utter them. It is just weird because everytime I try to speak, I last for about 5 seconds before reverting back to English or Malay. Trust me, being part of the almost extinct species of "banana" is not exactly the coolest thing to be. Lol. But that is partly my fault too. I have never really tried to focus on learning up the language. Even after stating that "I shall not attempt to learn any other language unless I have mastered Mandarin", I still shift it from one to-do list to another since my post-SPM days until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post will not be about that. It is about a live concert and a concert addict of any kind from rock concerts to musicals. Yes, I am a sucker for live music especially if it is by artists I love. Some may cringe at the word "concert" because of the mad rush of people pushing each other to get a glimpse of their favourite celebrity. The heat and the discomfort of literally rubbing shoulders with a total stranger is also another deterrent. I personally enjoy concerts because of the music and the pre-concert excitement. The crowds and discomfort is just parts and parcel of the whole thing and it is definitely worth it especially when the concert begins. Except when the crowd's behaviour gets ugly and fights begin to take place. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..I have digressed again. Anyway, I heard from a friend that Lee Hom was going to be in One Utama for a showcase and autograph session. All I needed to attend the concert was his new album. I jumped at this chance of meeting him since he is one of my favourite artists. I admit that I did initially paid extra attention to his looks rather than his music. But as I slowly discovered more of his music and watch his interviews, I began to appreciate him as an artist with great talent instead of just a "Pretty Boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I patiently waited for him to perform under the blazing Sun for more than an hour. He came on stage at about 7 something and the crowd cheered happily. That's the other great thing about concerts. But I was a little dissatisfied since he only performed ONE song. Well, they don't call it showcase for nothing...Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for the autograph session. I made an honest mistake by lining up together with the Homaniacs because I thought the crowd was just divided into VIP and non-VIP. Little did I know that the VIP tickets get the first preference, followed by Homaniacs and then for the rest like me a non Homaniacs and non VIP with the album. It turned out to be a good mistake because I got his autograph pretty quick and by the time I realized I've already gotten his signature. I kinda felt bad afterthat for cutting queue but oh well.."Ignorance is bliss". =P Overall, it was a gleeful day. I got to see my favourite artist up close even if it was only for a split second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..Still can't believe I am going to miss Adam Lambert's concert! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-5661063752849773469?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5661063752849773469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5661063752849773469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5661063752849773469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5661063752849773469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chai-mi-you-yan-jiang-chu-cha.html' title='柴米油盐酱醋茶 Firewood.Rice.Oil.Salt,Sauce.Vinegar.Tea'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8768237427015158551</id><published>2010-08-21T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:22:29.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Joy of Life</title><content type='html'>Random thought:&lt;br /&gt;I watched One Tree Hill Season 7 just a few days ago and I was quite stunned when I saw Sophia Bush..because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/TG9t0g_Bq5I/AAAAAAAAATo/t1m_GckLygs/s1600/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/TG9t0g_Bq5I/AAAAAAAAATo/t1m_GckLygs/s400/omg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507741618272316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty identical no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never really noticed when I watch the other seasons of One Tree Hill. But then again, I wasn't CRAZY about The Corrs back then too. It's pictures like this that make you wonder about the unproven fact that there may be 6(or 7?) other people in the world that looks like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still obsessed with The Corrs! There is news that they may make a &lt;a href="http://www.sharoncorr.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=22&amp;amp;t=707"&gt;comeback&lt;/a&gt; soon! And I am patiently waiting for that day to come. But for now, I can't wait for Sharon Corr's solo album! =D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8768237427015158551?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8768237427015158551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8768237427015158551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8768237427015158551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8768237427015158551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/08/joy-of-life.html' title='Joy of Life'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/TG9t0g_Bq5I/AAAAAAAAATo/t1m_GckLygs/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2965373570955875474</id><published>2010-08-20T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:24:57.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Erin Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I need to be out today...away from the Internet...or not I will be like a psycho refreshing the results page every minute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my day began with Elena picking me up from my house. I always love sitting next to a close friend who just learned to travel around in a car because you can see how they have passed that level of maturity to be behind wheels but yet they are still the same person you've met 5-9 years ago. I needed to be out of the house because I can't sit around the house waiting for my results. Plus, I wanted to relive the moments where I used to swing by her house for no particular reason and still have LOADS of fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some stuff and having random conversations then laughing hysterically about them on the way back, we packed back chicken rice to her house for lunch. Then, we played with a toy helicopter, watched One Tree Hill Season 7 [I still feel that it should have ended in Season 6.] , went out to get food from the Ramadhan bazaar...Basically, she really did help me to kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous on my way home. I sat in front of my laptop and sum up the courage to log on to ResultsPlus. I waited impatiently for the page to load and I slowly scroll down to read my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMG. Now I am like a crazy psycho repeatedly refreshing the page to make sure that it's correct. That it is my results displayed on the computer screen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this really for real? *Pinches hand*. Damn, I don't have a totem to double check.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have gotten more than I expected. I am still in a state of shock and I can't sleep eventhough it's 2.56AM. I called up A7309 buddies to share our good news and I apologized to Sam for all the overreacted drama I had after Bio Paper 5. Now, come to think of it, I kinda feel silly for that overreaction I had. (Oh my, I really need to be less dramatic or not I'll be just like those actresses in Hokkien dramas! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now heave a sigh of relief as I am one step closer to my most important dream. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ok Zhen, I know that you've told me that celebrating this success by listening to MORE Corrs would only ruin it because that's what I've been doing everyday, but it is a MUST to listen to "Erin Shore" because it's just the right song to sum up my day =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Congrats to everyone who got the results they wanted or more! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2965373570955875474?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2965373570955875474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2965373570955875474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2965373570955875474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2965373570955875474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/08/erin-shore.html' title='Erin Shore'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2602084124684820042</id><published>2010-08-08T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:58:04.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'</title><content type='html'>Call me a nutcase for being online on two devices at once. But that is how estatic am I about the long awaited HTC Desire, which is now comfortably resting beside my mouse. The best part is, the new Android touch screen phone with a stunning Amoled screen is not even mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother needed a phone badly because the buttons on his 5 year Nokia 7610 was beginning to loose its sensitivity. Plus, it is a 5 year old phone anyway so getting a new one will not prick his conscience so hard. We waited really long for it (God knows why I was anticipating it too!) because there was no stock and it took about 5 days before my brother brought back the phone, which is today. Then, it needed another good 8 hours of charging before we could really use the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it finally finished charging, I hopped on it and began to browse through the functions. We connected to our house wi-fi and the first thing we tried out was welll....Facebook of course!. =P. Then we went on to try out Youtube, Blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I haven't figure out is how to blog from the phone. I can't seem to click the space for the contents of a post. Other than that, I must say touch screen is honestly the new era of phone technology. If you are currently looking for a new phone, touchscreen is the way to go. It is so user-friendly and you don't even have to settle for an expensive iPhone. HTC can really live up to the iPhone in terms of phone function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual there was one drawback of HTC. If you are a music junkie, then iPhone still beats HTC Desire because the audio quality for the latter is not exceptionally good. It is bearable but not excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still an ardent fan of the iPhone. Maybe it is true what Elena told me the other day.. My dream part time job is seriously to work in an Apple store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2602084124684820042?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2602084124684820042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2602084124684820042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2602084124684820042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2602084124684820042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovin-touchin-squeezin.html' title='Lovin&apos; Touchin&apos; Squeezin&apos;'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6679738671151835385</id><published>2010-07-30T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:43:56.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>T.N.T</title><content type='html'>10 Reasons why I might be a Chemistry geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10# I am usually not sleepy during Chemistry class even though I was deprived of sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9# Chemistry is the only subject I bother to read before class or even study ahead of class. It is also the subject that I bother to do further Internet research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8# My mind could be figuring out a Chem problem when I am in a mall or having dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7# There was once I couldn't sleep because I was figuring out a part of Chemistry I didn't fully understand. If it was another subject, I would have said "Bah! There is always tomorrow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6# I still think "All alkalis are bases but not all bases are alkalis" is a super cool statement. And I love the toungue twister "Nonanol and nonanoic acid gives you nonanol nonanoate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5# I take pictures of chemical reactions and I love every lab period of Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4# Even after numerous times replaying the AC/DC playlist, "T.N.T" is still my favourite song. And the structure pops in my mind everytime I hear the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3# I am so tempted to get the book "The Disappearing Spoon" by Sam Kean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2# In high school, we invented an esterification reaction to represent our close friendship. The reaction involved an alcohol (Elena = Elenol) and an acid (Zhen = Zhenanoic acid) to make Elenyl Zhenanoate(Ester=Esther). The reaction even had a catalyst!-Nickel (Nicole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# When I passed by a billboard promoting CUCI musical, the first thing that came into my mind was "Huh, Copper (I) chloride" !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6679738671151835385?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6679738671151835385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6679738671151835385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6679738671151835385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6679738671151835385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/07/tnt.html' title='T.N.T'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1738686638209873417</id><published>2010-07-16T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:11:43.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>So Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cause we were so young then&lt;br /&gt;We are so young, so young now&lt;br /&gt;And when tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just do it all again  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Zhen came by in the morning with an aim to complete Glee Season 1 and we managed to achieve it XD. Then, Davi swing by to pick us up for a reunion lunch with Amans at Jaya 33. We had Italian food, which was not bad but they serve a pretty lousy latte. I really should have given "Everything but the Kitchen Sink"(A drink name..seriously) a try.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good old reunion as we shared bits and pieces of our lifes, mostly involving "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO LATELY!!??". It also involved a couple of medical jargons almost every five minutes because quite a number of them completed their first year at medical school. I even managed to gain some knowledge from their conversations about their life in their respective medical schools. Some said it is the ride of their life, while some said that it is a stressful path. But all of them agreed on one thing: MEDICINE IS FUN TO LEARN. =D We talked about random stuff too from trips to music to relationships. Basically, we really could go on talking the ENTIRE DAY if there were no other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Nikki gave Zhen and I a lift to Sri Aman because Zhen's mum can then give me a lift home. This is probably the 4th time returning to high school since I left, well mainly because I needed teachers to certify certs. Hence, every trip made here was to just hurriedly get things settled and I never really had time to revisit my high school years. Plus, I was more in the carnival mood for Hari K, so there was very little nostalgic feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's trip was really meaningful. Since I had time to linger around school grounds, Zhen and I decided to sort of "crash" the Prefect Board's AGM. Huh, I remember how my Fridays use to be...prefect meeting at the Form 6 classroom where I always thought that a sloping classroom was uber cool (jakun)...then there is staying back at the Prefect's Room until late in the evening due to the lack of transport...Prefect Room was the place where I found true friendship, solitude and solace. Well, it is also the place where I nerd through PMR and SPM and had my afternoon naps. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "crashed" just to meet up with our discipline teacher and well..to KPC. I saw a group full of neatly dressed maroon monsters (yes, that is the student label for prefects in my school), being there for different reasons. For the Fifth formers it was for freedom and satisfaction while for the Form Fours, it was the beginning of a hectic but enjoyable journey. Well, the rest was there to know who's the new boss or to feel the inspiration and positivity from soon-to-be-ex-prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment when everything came back to me. The feeling of unity and the sense of belonging..(cliche). How I used to have so much fun despite complaining about how hectic it was finishing weekly minutes of meeting or just completing paperwork. Famous phrases we gently and persistently tell students like "Please  kancing", "Please roll down your sleeves", "Don't lean against the  wall". The rushed 10 min recess that trained me to eat fast even in college nowadays. The awkwardness of walking around with a nail clipper and forcing students to clip their long nails. The privilege we had to skip class due to "an important prefect duty" which was sometimes true and sometimes not.=P Prefect Camps, organizing school events, handling school assemblies every Monday. The joy I felt when I was chosen as Secretary during the 2006 AGM or the last speech that I gave that have numerous "lahs" in it, which made me sound a little "ah beng" during the 2007 AGM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefect Board has truly shaped me as an individual and I have learned invaluable life lessons by being part of it. I have learned confidence, respect for others, proper ettiquette, manners, discipline, event management, social skills, teamwork and a whole long list of other great values from prefectship. But the most important thing was the friendship and love I felt in the Prefect Board that lasted until today even it has been 3 years since high school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a bit of a wake up call today. It reminded me of that disciplined girl I used to be and how complacent I have been during college. There was a spark of inspiration to fix my flaws and bad habits I developed in college. I further revisited prefectship by digging up the prefect scroll from my closet and I read through the oath several times the minute I reached home. I even took a peep at my maroon blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as if this blogpost is not already too cliche, I am going to quote from  Glee. Here goes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Being part of something special makes you special"&lt;/span&gt;.  For me,  it was being part of the Prefectorial Board of my school was what made  me feel special. And quoting a senior prefect that I truly look up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONCE A MAROON, ALWAYS A MAROON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I have decided not to waste away my three months playing Waka-Waka on Facebook or daydreaming. Oh, don't get me wrong...I was not planning on jumping at a medical book or something since I have 5 years to do that. I just think that with so little time left before I fly, I should spend it on something more useful. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1738686638209873417?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1738686638209873417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1738686638209873417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1738686638209873417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1738686638209873417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-young.html' title='So Young'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2148454975684185215</id><published>2010-07-11T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:31:43.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>7-3-0-9 (Sweet Caroline)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where it began, I can't begin to know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then I know it's growing strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it the spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then spring became the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who'd believe you'd come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands, touching hands, reaching out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touching me, touching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7-3-0-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good times never seem so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been inclined to believe it never would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look to the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now it don't seem so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We fill it up with only four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when I hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt runs off my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I hurt when being with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One, touching one, reaching out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touching me, touching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7-3-0-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good times never seem so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday night, I will usually be busy finishing up the last bits of my homework or gawking at the computer screen so that my Biology reports will miraculously complete itself. (Well, no miracles have taken place so far). Sunday nights were also spent on typing a mindless Facebook status like "I haven't pack" and then really packing up my stuff to return to my hostel the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Sunday night. But this time it feels different. I no longer need to worry myself with Biology reports and packing, but it suddenly hit me that I have seriously left my hostel. I have seriously left the place I lived in for 2 years. I felt a tinge of emotions because I knew that the days where I knock the room door of A7309 to say "I'm home" were a thing of my past. That, the four of us no longer stay together in a house. In fact, I felt a little empty tonight because there is no second home to go back to and share the bits of my weekend with someone. I guess I need to rely on Facebook for that from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really feel it until tonight because the lovely girls were still around last week and Friday was spent on Civilization 4 and Saturday with PM4. I felt a little sad when I gave them goodbye hugs before they leave on Friday, but now I am really missing them already. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I regret not trying hard enough to remain in Taylors, but when I think about A7309, the regret instantly disappears. Staying in Taylors may have been good for me, but that would also mean that I would have never met you guys. It also meant that I would not have experienced being part of A7309. You guys are probably one of the best things that ever happened in my life. You have helped me grow and mature throughout these two years, and you guys have always helped me to strive harder and further in everything. You were always there whenever I am sad or angry or when I needed to  talk to someone. You guys always knew what to say at the right time. And I am gonna miss all those gossips, internal jokes, movie marathons, heart-to-heart talks, karaoke sessions, cooking sessions or just some random crazy moments we have in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how four strangers who barely knew each other 2 years  before managed to forge a such a strong and priceless friendship. I am truly very grateful for this priceless friendship, or shall I say this SISTERHOOD that exist amongst us. Overall, I am  glad to have known you all, Nicole Tan Wei Wern, Kee Jia Yi and Samantha Sii Siaw Zhen because I doubt I  will be able to survive Intec without you guys. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS:If you ask me, I'd say that this is the HARDEST separation for me in my life so far. Gonna miss you guys a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to Nic, we've still got another 5 years together. Let's rock the streets of Manipal babeh! XD&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/4687744266848952900-2148454975684185215?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2148454975684185215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2148454975684185215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2148454975684185215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2148454975684185215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-3-0-9-sweet-caroline.html' title='7-3-0-9 (Sweet Caroline)'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1916070300747568875</id><published>2010-07-04T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T09:20:51.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Waka-waka (It's Time for Africa)</title><content type='html'>First, I am no MAJOR football fan, honestly. It is to the point where I still struggle until today figuring out what exactly is considered as "offside". In fact, one may conclude that my tendency to watch the World Cup is partly driven by good looking players. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have always love watching Germany play. In fact, I have sort of "sworn my allegiance" to Germany since 2002's World Cup. Well, there is some Ballack factor influencing my decision, but it is also largely because they always provide excitement to the game. Yes, they are seriously good at scoring goals or just continuously attacking the opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an exhiliarating match. I knew I simply cannot miss that match since my brother is a MAJOR Argentina fan. I do enjoy watching Lionel Messi play, but that was not enough to make me change sides. In fact, my brother and I made a pact that the winning team must buy dinner for the losing team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-match excitement began with my brother hanging up his away Argentina jersey to reiterate his loyalty. Since I do not see the point of buying a jersey, I wore a black t-shirt to synchronise with the colour of the away jersey for Germany. Next would be a few thrashing phrases at each other like "Germany is SO going to win" or "You just wait, Messi is going to score a hatrick" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the game began. Within the first few minutes, Thomas Muller scored. It took a few minutes for my neurones to fire before I found myself leaping out of the chair! XD. The game continued to be on Germany's side with a lovely goal by Arne Fredriech and Klose, which got me a little euphoric! I knew there was little hope for Argentina and the winner was sealed with the last 89 minute goal from Klose again. Germany played a good game, as usual. Their defense was AWESOME! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came home 10 minutes later from the mamak stall (you see, Shah Alam stole away the joy of mamak from me, hopefully I'll recover=P) and we all sat down to share the excitement. See, that is another thing I love about World Cup. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It brings families and people together. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a good 15 minute to cool down from the excitement before I slept. Plus, I now have to worry about my pocket because I need to buy my brother dinner! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1916070300747568875?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1916070300747568875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1916070300747568875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1916070300747568875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1916070300747568875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/07/waka-waka-its-time-for-africa.html' title='Waka-waka (It&apos;s Time for Africa)'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3101464094282501509</id><published>2010-07-03T09:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:10:23.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe I have managed to dump this blog aside for a full 7 weeks! It did not even cross my mind to type www.blogger.com in the address box of Mozilla. It was harder to resist Facebook, which brings me to a thought: Has blogging really become a thing of the last decade with the invasion of Facebook?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I begin on my post, let me make a very important announcement first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMGOMGOMGIAMFINALLYDONEWITHMYALEVELSAFTER2.5YEARSANDTWOCOLLEGES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that blood, sweat and tears (literally), I can finally feel REAL freedom, even if it only lasts for about 3 months. Post-exam feelings set in on the night of 29th June, to the point where my restless mind disrupted my ability to sleep. Not to mention the past-midnight cheers from the penalty shoot out between Japan and Paraguay (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went by quickly, from dinner to packing to interviews. When it finally came to the last day of my stay in Shah Alam, I looked back at my room, now stripped bare from packing up and that is when the nostalgia thought came. How much it was filled with sweet memories. How I managed to stay here for two years. How such a foreign place became so familiar to me. It was almost like a second home despite it several shortcomings. In fact, I have learned to deal with the physical problems of my room. I even miss staring out from the balcony, whether it was to figure out what the heck was baryons, observe falling raindrops or just to embrace the serenity of the place. I miss the homely feeling I felt when I see the "A7309" sign after a busy day, knowing I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I was emotional about leaving and there have been numerous times where I felt like crying but I held back my tears. So I have decided to dedicate this song to the physical aspects of my room because I love staying in this room despite its drawbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson-My Life Would Suck without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guess this means you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;You're standing at my door&lt;br /&gt;Guess  this means you take back&lt;br /&gt;All you said before&lt;br /&gt;Like how much you  wanted&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Said you'd never come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But here you  are again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause we belong together now, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever  united here somehow, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You got a piece of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My  life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was  stupid for telling you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a  fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I've got issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But you're pretty messed up  too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause  we belong together now, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You  got a piece of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My life (my life) would suck  (would suck) without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is so disfunctional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I  really shouldn't miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can’t let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause  we belong together now, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You  got a piece of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My life (my life) would suck  (would suck) without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause we belong together now, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever  united here somehow, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You got a piece of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My  life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3101464094282501509?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3101464094282501509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3101464094282501509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3101464094282501509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3101464094282501509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7775779279934026005</id><published>2010-04-22T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:48:54.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lift Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So can you lift me up,&lt;br /&gt;Turn the ashes into flames&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I have overcome&lt;br /&gt;More than words will ever say&lt;br /&gt;And I've been given hope&lt;br /&gt;That there's a light on up the hall&lt;br /&gt;And that a day will come&lt;br /&gt;When the fight is won&lt;br /&gt;And I think that day has just begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song by Kate Voegele is for all A-Levels for our upcoming A-Levels. GOOD LUCK PEOPLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now..I announce officially that my blog is.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See you after 7 weeks =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-7775779279934026005?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7775779279934026005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7775779279934026005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7775779279934026005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7775779279934026005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/04/lift-me-up.html' title='Lift Me Up'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-909691286785950352</id><published>2010-04-21T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:30:56.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Is This the End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then why does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'd only just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought we were done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had this feeling that college life was drawing near to its end because my mind was plagued with the thoughts of A Levels and Unit 6. Even the outing that my class had planned to celebrate the end of this 2 years period was not strong enough to spark nostalgic thoughts. In fact, if it weren't for our Chemistry teacher gently reminding us that this week was indeed the last week of college, we would continue our lifes tackling one past year after another. It is not like we are cold-hearted individuals, but most of us did not see the point of a celebration as we're still going to see each other for the next 5 years. We just would not see each other in a class like 9m1 as the class structure in medical school would definitely be different. But, we went out anyways as a pretext of "taking a break from our very very demanding lifes". =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I sat at the bus stop waiting for my friends so that we could take a taxi to SACC, the feelings suddenly rushed in. It happened when I saw the new students registering themselves to be part of this journey. It was when I saw their innocent and curious faces as they tried their very best to absorb and adapt to a surrounding that was entirely new to them. Most of them were lugging their heavy backpacks or trolley bags while cluelessly searching for a glimpse of connection they may instantly have with the place. Some had teary eyes as they parted with their parents while some were apathetic about it, probably to hide their real emotions to avoid unnecessary worries for their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me that almost two years ago, I was once like them, curious about meeting my new housemates, about the toilets and bedrooms. Then I thought about it...Two years ago, in the midst of my jakun behaviour exploring the place, was there a senior observing us from the bus stop too? Was that senior reminiscing the first moments she had with this place too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really unbelievable that this journey has almost come to an end for most of us. Two years felt like yesterday to me. Now, we only have one last obstacle to overcome before we part to separate corners of the world. Are we ready to start 12 May 2010 with a BANG? =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-909691286785950352?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/909691286785950352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=909691286785950352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/909691286785950352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/909691286785950352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-end.html' title='Is This the End?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8484021816058210916</id><published>2010-04-16T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:08:43.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Keep Holding On</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I am VERY SCARED for A Levels. Countdown shows 25 days 12 hours and 58 minutes, which actually means I should not even be typing this. But I need to because I realize I can't function when I have panic attacks and blogging calms me down..well a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think trials was the part that really woke me up despite crushing me with its fist first. Never have I felt so afraid for exams before and I have to say that I was much more prepared for SPM than for this. Sometimes I scold myself for the time lost idling around, but I know continuous remorse is not the key to good results now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe five years from now, I would think back and say "Bah, Piece of Cake". But right now, I AM BLOODY AFRAID. SO DAMN BLOODY AFRAID. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8484021816058210916?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8484021816058210916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8484021816058210916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8484021816058210916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8484021816058210916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-holding-on.html' title='Keep Holding On'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-387917985798827734</id><published>2010-04-14T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:35:19.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Don't Rain on My Parade. Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 12 April 2010&lt;br /&gt;Oh my..the Sun was shining brightly from 9am to 5pm. I was committed to start on my experiment and sunlight was an important component for my experiment. I have checked out the procedure beforehand and done my homework. But I ignored the section that talked about controlling the amount of sunlight needed, because I am in a tropical country with plentiful amount of sunlight to the point where we hide away from them by cuddling up in our air-conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sterile water was not prepared yet so I couldn't conduct my experiment after all. It didn't bother me to start on Tuesday, since the Sun will be up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 13 April 2010&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you should take note about the weather here. It is not only full with days of continuous, scorching sunshines but it is also very VERY unpredictable. Today, I finally truly understood the simile "Unpredictable as weather". The Sun shone brightly from 9 to 12 but I still had class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain began to pour down unexpectedly at 12, just when I was going to the lab to start my experiment! I thought that it just wasn't my day and I'd rather go back to the hostel than linger around doing nothing. But just as I finished packing and was set to go home, the rain stopped and the scorching sunshine returned. I was rather perplexed but I thought the "law of attraction" really happened when I prayed hard for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the lab to prepare my experiment. Once the organisms and apparatus were ready to get a taste of the hot Malaysian weather, it rained again!! I mulled over my fate with the weather and was about to clear my apparatus when the Sun came up again!! Now I felt like the weather was playing tricks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell for it since my optimism side was "Hey cool, the sunlight after rain. This will definitely last" Its like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. So I continued to prepare the organisms. Yes. Murphy's Law smack me hard as it rained again when I was about to expose the organisms to sunlight. And it was on this day, out of all days when the UV light in the laminar flow fails to function. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle carried on for the next two hours and at about 3pm, I was convinced that the Sun was buried too deep within the thick clouds and will hide itself until tomorrow comes. Well, at least I was right about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 14 April 2010&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Sun is shining so bright again. Who knows how the weather will treat me today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-387917985798827734?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/387917985798827734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=387917985798827734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/387917985798827734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/387917985798827734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-rain-on-my-parade-seriously.html' title='Don&apos;t Rain on My Parade. Seriously'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6363869276826108925</id><published>2010-04-10T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:10:23.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's All About Food</title><content type='html'>Due to the "WIDE" variety of food around our area, I have came up with a simple classification to help us in answering this question: So, what's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Good food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Always get a delicious meal&lt;br /&gt;-Satisfactory level is very high, always leaving the place with a smile&lt;br /&gt;-Comfortable environment&lt;br /&gt;-Waiting time is ambiguous but always worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;-Chance of getting diarrhoea is close to zero&lt;br /&gt;-Painful to the wallet, something that can't be eaten everyday unless you print money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. "Just want to eat" food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Convenient and lesser waiting time&lt;br /&gt;-Satisfactory level? Good enough to keep you full&lt;br /&gt;-Moderately comfortable environment&lt;br /&gt;-Chance of getting diarrhoea is slightly higher&lt;br /&gt;-Reasonably charged, can be a daily meal without burning a hole in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. DESPERATION food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Very convenient, good choice during rainy seasons&lt;br /&gt;-May lead to over eating or under eating since the portions are never constant&lt;br /&gt;-No consistency in the quality of food. For example, the fried rice may be as pale as white rice on one day or heavily soaked in black kicap on another.&lt;br /&gt;-Waiting time may be EXTREMELY LONG and NEVER worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;-Houseflies too are their unofficial customers&lt;br /&gt;-Chance of getting diarrhoea is EXTREMELY HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;-Not necessarily cheap, it depends on your order and the waiter's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it to you to figure out which place falls under which category. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6363869276826108925?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6363869276826108925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6363869276826108925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6363869276826108925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6363869276826108925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-about-food.html' title='It&apos;s All About Food'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3993750689087638003</id><published>2010-04-04T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:22:30.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song as old as rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty and the beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Princess and the Frog today. Bah, it was quite bland for me. Sometimes I wonder if the cartoons made nowadays are just boring or I am really losing my appeal towards them as I hit the big "Two-old" in less than 5 months time. I mean, the last cartoon that really cracked me up was Ice Age 3, but that was just plain NUTS with nothing really impactful. Wall E was cute and adorable, but nothing beats the classics back in the 90's. [oh crap, I feel old=P].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies like Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, Aladdin, Cinderella, Lion King, Pocahontas, Mulan always creates a lasting image that never leaves my mind. Well even though, I barely remember the minute details of the story, there will always be parts of it my mind until today. Watching Princess and the Frog today did not get me googling about that movie but instead, it made me to search older Disney movies just to rekindle the little memories I had about those movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my "fairytale-5-year-old" moment but those from the 90's knows how these movies can really make us escape from the complicated reality sometimes. A little sweet escape and cliche-ness won't hurt no? Btw, I still think Belle is the prettiest Disney princess, what about you?=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Blergh. I should snap out of this right now. I have got my last 2700 words report to complete, a coursework to be pulled out of a sinking quicksand and textbooks screaming for my attention. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3993750689087638003?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3993750689087638003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3993750689087638003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3993750689087638003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3993750689087638003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3330446406713367647</id><published>2010-03-30T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:27:21.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach for the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Climb every mountain higher,&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Follow your hearts desire,&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the stars,&lt;br /&gt;And when that rainbow shining over you,&lt;br /&gt;That's when your dreams will all come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Funny how I can still remember every line of this song even after 8 years not listening to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Down and emotional period is over man! No point binging until my risk of getting CVD increases ten fold, fuelling myself with depressing thoughts, and crying over spilled milk just for this one event. Sure, I sense getting back more trial results may not be a jovial event, but I ain't gonna let it ruin the rest of my life here. It will be an antidote to inspire me to work harder and reach for that dream I've always wanted. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear ALM9-ers, if you have been feeling down about your trials results, cheerios up and build a stronger wall to face the major exams. Because it is silly to waste time crying and getting depressed....TRUST ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3330446406713367647?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3330446406713367647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3330446406713367647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3330446406713367647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3330446406713367647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/reach.html' title='Reach'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5471808796701444003</id><published>2010-03-28T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:28:29.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>It All Started with a big bang....BANG!</title><content type='html'>I have always reminded myself to post a special entry just for this show but it always slipped past my mind. Well, A Levels trials also came in between and I suddenly found my blog having strings of emotional-do-or-die posts. Thus, to ease the tension of this blog, I have decided to blog about this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,&lt;br /&gt;Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait...&lt;br /&gt;The Earth began to cool,&lt;br /&gt;The autotrophs began to drool,&lt;br /&gt;Neanderthals developed tools,&lt;br /&gt;We built a wall (we built the pyramids),&lt;br /&gt;Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,&lt;br /&gt;That all started with the big bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those mega fans of The Big Bang Theory, Barenaked Ladies is the band behind this witty and creative theme song. But I seriously don't know which came first...the show or the song. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those uninformed ones, I was not talking about Stephen Hawking's theory but a HILARIOUS TV show. My roommate recommended me to watch it and it is VERY HILARIOUS. Ok...let me rephrase that. If you are a geek, then it's hilarious. Just too bad if you don't get the jokes =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is about 2 guys, Leonard an experimental physicist and Sheldon, a super genius theoretical physicist living together. So I bet you can guess what they do all day....PHYSICS. In fact, their social life revolves around science. Plus, they also love what all geeks love which includes Star Wars, superhero comic books, computer games and of course STAR TREK, the standard global label for geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Penny, the gorgeous new neighbour that just shift in next to them and caught Leonard's attention. So, Leonard tries to win her with geeky pick-up lines while Sheldon continues to ignore personal contact with people as he fears that would jeopardize his chances of winning a Physics Nobel Prize. There is also Howard, an aerospace engineer who always wears a Batman belt and Koorthrapali, a computer software engineer and of course, they are friends of Sheldon and Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think Periodic Table shower curtains, Darth Vader shampoos, fake time machines, dressing up as the Doppler's Effect for a dress up party and a plethora of other science jokes that makes a layman gawk (and makes me laugh =P), then you'll get an idea of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memorable lines to get you (geek or not) convinced =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;: Sheldon, this is not your  home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon&lt;/strong&gt;: This isn't anyone's 'home'. This is  a swirling vortex of entropy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny:&lt;/span&gt; You know I do like the one where Lois Lane falls down from the helicopter and Superman swooshes down and catches her. Which one (movie) was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All 4 of them:&lt;/span&gt; ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/span&gt; You know that scene was rife with scientific inaccuracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, I know men can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon&lt;/strong&gt;:  No, no let's assume that they can.  Lois Lane is falling, accelerating  at an initial rate of 32ft per second, per second. Superman swoops down  to save her by reaching out two arms of steel. Ms. Lane, who is now  traveling at approximately 120 miles per hour, hits them, and is  immediately sliced into three equal pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonard: &lt;/span&gt;Unless Superman matches her speed and decelerates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheldon&lt;/span&gt;: In what space, sir, in what space? She's two feet above the ground.  Frankly, if he really loved her, he'd let her hit the pavement. It'd be a  more merciful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonard:&lt;/span&gt; Well, excuse me! Your entire argument is predicated on the assumption  that Superman's flight is a feat of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/span&gt; Are you listening to yourself? It is well established that Superman's  flight is a feat of strength. It is an extension of his ability to leap  tall buildings, an ability he derives from Earth's yellow sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard:&lt;/span&gt; And you don't have a problem with that? How does he fly at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, a combination of the Moon's solar reflection, and the energy storage  capacity of Kryptonian skin cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Penny:&lt;/b&gt; I'm.... just... gonna go wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonard:&lt;/b&gt; I have 26 hundred comic books in there; I challenge you to find a single  reference to "Kryptonian skin cells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheldon: &lt;/b&gt;Challenge accepted!&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;walks to door&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/b&gt;We're locked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koorthrapali:&lt;/b&gt; Also, the pretty girl left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penny&lt;/strong&gt;: I always say that when one door closes, another  one opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon&lt;/strong&gt;: No it doesn't. Not unless the  two doors are connected by relays or there are motion sensors involved.  Or if the first door closing creates a change of air pressure that acts  upon the second door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penny&lt;/strong&gt;: (gives Sheldon a long  look) Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;: Do you really need the Honorary Justice League  of America Membership card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon&lt;/strong&gt;: It's been in  every wallet I owned since I was five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;:  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon&lt;/strong&gt;: It says keep this on your person at  all times. It's right here under Batman's signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, here you go Leonard.  One tequila sunrise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonard&lt;/b&gt;: Thank you!  You know, this drink is a wonderful example  of how liquids with different specific gravities interact in a  cylindrical container!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;: (Gawk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;: Ok. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the classic one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S68Y3hYTW3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/M5qxK2c8sVU/s1600/6-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S68Y3hYTW3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/M5qxK2c8sVU/s320/6-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453605015901133682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't care if anybody gets it. I'm going as  the Doppler effect. If I have to, I can demonstrate. NYEEEROOOOM&lt;/span&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/4687744266848952900-5471808796701444003?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5471808796701444003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5471808796701444003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5471808796701444003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5471808796701444003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-all-started-with-big-bangbang.html' title='It All Started with a big bang....BANG!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S68Y3hYTW3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/M5qxK2c8sVU/s72-c/6-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-324265461894625542</id><published>2010-03-25T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:00:39.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S6rA5gpMpDI/AAAAAAAAATI/iQgXT_se83Q/s1600/image-upload-32-702334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S6rA5gpMpDI/AAAAAAAAATI/iQgXT_se83Q/s320/image-upload-32-702334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how many times can i brake till i'm shattered?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Receiving trials results is heart breaking at times. My heart feels like a glass that has been shattered for the umpth-teen time. Now i am picking up the broken pieces and mending them together. Will i am be that phoenix that rise from the ashes? Or i am really just a lump of ashes? Self doubt fills me right now. Even oreo mudpie mcflurry won't help this time. . &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/4687744266848952900-324265461894625542?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/324265461894625542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=324265461894625542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/324265461894625542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/324265461894625542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S6rA5gpMpDI/AAAAAAAAATI/iQgXT_se83Q/s72-c/image-upload-32-702334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3557131518833121156</id><published>2010-03-22T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:15:34.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>No Sleep Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;No sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I won't get, no sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S6d557px6BI/AAAAAAAAATA/FWT87OcA7EU/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S6d557px6BI/AAAAAAAAATA/FWT87OcA7EU/s320/DSC00928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451459910127708178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no....It ain't a book fair. It ain't a newstand. It ain't a person drying his or her books after being caught in such a heavy downpour today. That, my friend is what students fear the most - HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say "Sleep A Levels, Breathe A Levels and Eat A Levels", I was not kidding. Countdown check says that we have 50 days 8 hours 47 minutes to A Levels. (I'm not making this up, I seriously have a countdown timer software on my laptop screen to remind me that I'm not suppose to be even typing this =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus to all ALM9-ers, only one word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GANBATEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3557131518833121156?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3557131518833121156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3557131518833121156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3557131518833121156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3557131518833121156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-sleep-tonight.html' title='No Sleep Tonight'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S6d557px6BI/AAAAAAAAATA/FWT87OcA7EU/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1561181393842378170</id><published>2010-03-20T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:14:26.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Tonight, I Feel Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;It all began tonight&lt;br /&gt;I saw you and the world went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's only you tonight&lt;br /&gt;What you are, what you do, what you say&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel pretty and witty and gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I  pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any girl who isn't me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh so  charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's alarming how charming I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I  hardly can believe I'm real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the pretty girl in that mirror  there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can that attractive girl be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such  a pretty dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a pretty smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a pretty me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some of you may know that I, for one never refrain from watching any musicals. Well, at least not until HSM2 came and tainted the beauty of musicals. Musicals is probably my favourite genre of movies. Sound of Music, My Fair Lady, Phantom of the Opera, King and I, Hairspray, Annie, Fiddler on the Roof, Sweeney Todd, Mamma Mia!, Across the Universe..ooh and the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Glee has become one of my favourite TV shows. I even have a list of "musicals-I-must-watch-before-I-die". I woukd go to the music section of a library or a bookstore and dig out books like "Musicals: The History" or "500 musicals you must watch". I can read or glance through these books forever, then I leave without buying them since I usually can't afford them. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you notice the long list I had, I missed out one of the most famous musicals. Yes, it's West Side Story. Sigh, for me being such a musical addict, I've only managed to watch this AMAZING musical just an hour ago. It felt like a crime for me to miss out this AWESOME musical from my list. It should have been on my "already watched 300 times" list a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I was not interested to watch it. I wanted to when my dad bought the DVD about 4 years ago. I was so excited to watch it, but my excitement died down when our DVD could not read the disc. Then the disc was misplaced somewhere. Then came SPM and A-Levels and a whole lot of other more important things until the point where I always thought I've watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we changed the DVD player a couple of times(never buy cheap players) and several reminders from my roommate and some friends, I finally watched it today at the expense of my Maths and Biology work. Was it worth it? DEFINITELY. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1561181393842378170?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1561181393842378170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1561181393842378170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1561181393842378170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1561181393842378170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonight-i-feel-pretty.html' title='Tonight, I Feel Pretty'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-9155957166063085806</id><published>2010-03-19T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:11:11.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Jalur Gemilang</title><content type='html'>They say that "Seeing is believing". But to me, it takes more than just looking to truly believe in something or what a person said. Say there is an accident on the highway, bystanders and onlookers love to take a peek and begin their own speculation about the accident or when to get that 4D number without even knowing the real situation. Thus, if there was something I have learned this week, it was that experiencing or being part of it can only really be used to decide if we believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, like most of us, too wary at first because of what I've heard. But the tension I felt slowly eased down throughout the week. In fact, like my roommate said, it was indeed an eye-opener for most of us in a good sense. We met amazing people who have gone through a lot in life that managed to show us that there is hope if we are willing to look and work for it. Some of us (me included) felt how ignorant we were to things we should have had on our fingertips by now. The last two activities were particularly meaningful, to the point where some of us could no longer hide our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, new friendships were made and the old ones were further strengthened. Overall, I've received a package consisting of meaningful advices wrapped with fun. Oh, and probably a note that says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should maybe get some sleep after this.=)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-9155957166063085806?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/9155957166063085806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=9155957166063085806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/9155957166063085806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/9155957166063085806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/jalur-gemilang.html' title='Jalur Gemilang'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6490889496409640420</id><published>2010-03-12T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:01:45.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Barcarolle</title><content type='html'>Random thought: I dug out CDs with Chopin's pieces from my dad's collection because I wanted to listen to something lighter than symphonies. And now I am hooked on Barcarolle. I love how it begins mellow and elegant at the beginning, then it builds  up into an amazing mind-blowing climax. I probably listen to it 5 times a day. Seriously. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials just came to an end today and I could finally find time to sleep normally again. In fact, I finished off today with a scrumptuous sushi buffet at Shogun with my friends. Gah, now I am so full that I can't sleep! No wonder they always say that buffets are not healthy. =P But with so many mouthwatering and attractive sushis laid in front of us, how can we resist them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days would probably be spent with sleeping and packing. Then, after a few post mortems on trials and I'll be back for my final preparation for A-Levels. I stared at the countdown clock I have for A Levels on my computer screen. It says 60 days from today. Exactly 2 months for the final battle to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SCARY, but now...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANT TO SLEEP LAH!&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6490889496409640420?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6490889496409640420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6490889496409640420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6490889496409640420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6490889496409640420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/barcarolle.html' title='Barcarolle'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3796578170084533419</id><published>2010-03-11T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:05:43.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy little thing called exams pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S5h6JJGx0qI/AAAAAAAAASw/Y2P9ZsQR97Y/s1600-h/image-upload-9-740703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S5h6JJGx0qI/AAAAAAAAASw/Y2P9ZsQR97Y/s320/image-upload-9-740703.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I should be reading physics right now. But nothing is going in. D-hour is near. Suddenly i just want to get over with this paper. Esther is currently hyper actively nuts. :p &lt;/span&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/4687744266848952900-3796578170084533419?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3796578170084533419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3796578170084533419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3796578170084533419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3796578170084533419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-little-thing-called-exams-pt-2.html' title='Crazy little thing called exams pt. 2'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S5h6JJGx0qI/AAAAAAAAASw/Y2P9ZsQR97Y/s72-c/image-upload-9-740703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7823565249211416497</id><published>2010-03-08T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:00:46.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy little thing called exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S5S8vO3NwBI/AAAAAAAAASo/9q77HTTji6k/s1600-h/image-upload-17-744145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S5S8vO3NwBI/AAAAAAAAASo/9q77HTTji6k/s320/image-upload-17-744145.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Exams are the biggest obstacle a student usually faces. It is not only a test of knowledge, but it also of one's emotions and attitude. Today, i failed the two latter sections. I allowed emotions to control me (think panic attacks) and that led to a disaster. Wth, no one messes up stats. That is suppose to be the marks buffer for maths since c3 and c4 are riskier papers. But that's what happen to me today. And it happened just after i paid for my physics fees. Thus, there is no turning back from this point. How long and how the hell am i going to survive this? I prefer not to think about that now. :( &lt;/span&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/4687744266848952900-7823565249211416497?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7823565249211416497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7823565249211416497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7823565249211416497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7823565249211416497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-little-thing-called-exams.html' title='Crazy little thing called exams'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S5S8vO3NwBI/AAAAAAAAASo/9q77HTTji6k/s72-c/image-upload-17-744145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-185554181948160008</id><published>2010-02-24T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:15:58.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's the time you must KEEP ON TRYING,&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably take advice from this song. I have been a whiny, annoying girl lately. It is the pressure of A-Levels and I take it out on my handphone, my computer keyboard, my stomach. But today was when I felt myself crumbling down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how long I can last in this gruelling mental battle. EVERYTHING is happening at the same time and EVERYONE is being demanding and wants their part, their homework to be look at first. All I can do is prioritize but if everything is on the top priority, how do I segregrate it from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH I am being whiny again. I apologized for all the inconvenience caused today by my lack of self control at being irritating when I am stress...Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably just smile away all my worries....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-185554181948160008?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/185554181948160008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=185554181948160008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/185554181948160008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/185554181948160008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile.html' title='Smile?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-472528947809904863</id><published>2010-02-19T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:41:49.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Live Like We're Dying</title><content type='html'>Here is a story I got from an email just a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a charismatic and capable general who served the Emperor of China. One day, the Emperor made a deal with the general. The Emperor said, "If you can ride on your horse and cover as much lands as you like, I will give you all the lands you have covered".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the general rode off as quickly as possible the next day to venture out to as many lands as possible. He kept on riding he wanted to cover as much lands as possible. He did not stop at all for a proper meal or to get some rest for fear of not having enough time to cover the lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon managed to cover great amounts of land but he was exhausted and suffered from starvation problems. When he was finally rewarded the lands covered by the Emperor, he was sick due to the lack of food and rest to the point where he was on his deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, he thought to himself, "Why did I tire myself over this deal? After all, I do not need this much land to bury myself decently..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;This is one the emails that really caught my attention. It is epitome of human greed and our never ending dissatisfaction on life. Some of us keep working so hard, saving up all the money without reaping any benefits out of it because we often take for granted that we will live to see the next day and that we can "enjoy later". To some, "later" never seems to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us work so hard that we forgot to contact our family and friends, thinking that human contact is not important as it does not gives us monetary benefits. We cut our sleep at night and miss proper meals in order to have more time to make more money. It is also ironic that very wealthy people still feel unsatisfied with their wealth and still work their butts off. Their excuse? To be EVEN RICHER. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, if we don't live to enjoy the money, what's the point? Or at the end of the day, you realize that at the end of the day, you die alone and your only companion is a lifeless stash of money?Or when you feel all the money in the world cannot give you the same happiness as friends and family does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, money does not remember you after your death, it just gets a new owner and forgets completely about you. But when a love one passed away, he or she will always be remembered by their friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that one can live on just rain, sunshine and love as that would be very unrealistic. Money is important, but it is not the most important thing in the world. It is not unethical or immoral to have the need to chase for a more comfortable life, but there has to be a tipping point. We should NOT risk everything we have just for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALANCE is the key here. So if you felt that you have been working or studying too hard lately to a point where you forgot about your friends and family, do make it a point to call them or talk to them for just 20 minutes. Or, if you have been pretty stressed out lately, take a short break and do something you love. I should take note of the latter point too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hey but don't take it as an excuse to overindulge yourselves. Esther shall not be responsible if that happens =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-472528947809904863?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/472528947809904863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=472528947809904863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/472528947809904863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/472528947809904863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-like-were-dying.html' title='Live Like We&apos;re Dying'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5319717554946659159</id><published>2010-02-15T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:33:16.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to try  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Defying gravity  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'll try  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Defying gravity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss me goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am defying gravity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you wont bring me down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had an emotional moment when I heard this song a few days ago. Tears just started flowing unknowingly when I was trying to sing it. I think the stress has finally got to me. But I think that moment was good, at least it was an outlet to release it all out and I honestly felt much better afterthat. In fact, I was laughing in my head a little about how silly and unnecessary that moment felt. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am all pumped up with idealism right now and hopefully this lasts throughout this week. Plus, I am never going to allow the New Year spirit to be dampen by this matter.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a Roaring New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little joke that came via SMS:&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the year of the Tiger,&lt;br /&gt;when one has a headache, use Tiger Balm,&lt;br /&gt;when one is feeling joyous, celebrate with Tiger Beer,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing is for sure, that is...&lt;br /&gt;NEVER BEHAVE LIKE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TIGER WOODS&lt;/span&gt;! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To roomies: I have cool videos of Matthew Morrison as Link Larkin in Hairspray and Lea Michele as Eponine in Les Miserables. You might want to see Mr Schuester of Glee with the 80's hairstyle...so funny!! =P and of course how amazing is Rachel Berry of Glee off screen! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...I'm a crazy musical-addict. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-5319717554946659159?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5319717554946659159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5319717554946659159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5319717554946659159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5319717554946659159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/02/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-200234461547002826</id><published>2010-02-07T07:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:46:43.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to make myself believe that planet Earth moves slowly..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when that happens, we might end up with 48 hours in a day. Then I will have more time to settle unfinished homework and half-done or barely-done projects. I would stop whining here about how worried I am and I would not need to cut off my sleep or feel guilty for sleeping more than 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I had 48 hours, others will have the same amount of time, (it's the Earth that is moving slower, not me!) and my homework load would probably be doubled the current amount. And I will probably need to sleep more. So, it makes no difference at all. Hey, maybe a time machine can help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or I should stop being unrealistically imaginative. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-200234461547002826?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/200234461547002826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=200234461547002826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/200234461547002826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/200234461547002826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/02/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6376835828940588718</id><published>2010-02-02T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:03:36.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believin</title><content type='html'>What happens when miracles do occur but yet it does not solve the problem? What happens when I need MORE THAN A MIRACLE to make this work? That I need an item that has a power greater than a miracle, well let's call it "Item B" to succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, then I will work my butt of to get Item B! T.T Oh, Astrophysics, don't you think that you can bring me down that easily!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Only "Glee" is keeping me sane..well and maybe "Big Bang Theory"]&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/4687744266848952900-6376835828940588718?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6376835828940588718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6376835828940588718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6376835828940588718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6376835828940588718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-stop-believin.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believin'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-518050958697636248</id><published>2010-01-30T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:21:18.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Music Again</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh!! I was suppose to have completed a lot of work by now if I actually followed my "overstuffed" schedule. But Glee kept my work undone. Well, I did do some Maths..and then I had stomachache...so I took that as an excuse to watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first new about Glee when I saw the poster online. There was a lot of hype about it and I thought it was just another "dry-humour-and-heavily-sarcastic" kind of shows, which did not interest me since no one beats Dr. House in sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a review in Star and when I read the gist of it, I knew this was my kind of show. It is a musical TV series! No kidding! I knew I had to check it out immediately, which I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot was not that exciting and my hopes were quite dashed at first. I expected it to start with bang and people breaking into a song immediately. But I think it was because they were still introducing the show and the characters. It was more like a warm up period. Plus, it would be seriously too cliche to begin like that. But the second episode seriously GOT ME HOOKED! It is hilarious, the characters are so quirky and eccentric in their own way and it is pretty creatively done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the songs! AMAZING since most of them are Broadway singers. I absolutely love the voice of the lead actress!! And yes there rumours are true, it is really like High School Musical but this is way better!! Unlike HSM, at least this includes more effective comedic scenes, there are lesser cliche scenes and some older kids jokes. The eccentricity of each character can seriously make you laugh like MAD! XD And although they mostly do covers, it is way better than HSM. More thrilling and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there is definitely no scene where a single guy dressed in black, belting out songs on an open green field (HSM2). THANK GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now...I am officially a GLEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S2P5IyFA-SI/AAAAAAAAASg/fVMxxcBGEZY/s1600-h/gleek.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S2P5IyFA-SI/AAAAAAAAASg/fVMxxcBGEZY/s320/gleek.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432459504816027938" 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/4687744266848952900-518050958697636248?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/518050958697636248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=518050958697636248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/518050958697636248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/518050958697636248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-again.html' title='Music Again'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S2P5IyFA-SI/AAAAAAAAASg/fVMxxcBGEZY/s72-c/gleek.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-871940030787236993</id><published>2010-01-29T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:15:21.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>It's All About the Money</title><content type='html'>Before you continue reading this, words in square brackets were thoughts running through my head but not said out loud. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I just wanted to inform you that I will be taking the subject. Is there anything I need to fill in or...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Just give me your name...oh and you need to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ok. How much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Erm...last I know..it should be about 20.5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: [WOW..RM20.50 sahaja? Murah yo!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: ....But since there are 6 papers....so 20.5 x 6....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: [oh..cheh..it's about RM120 something. Yea lah, how can it be only RM20...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: .....120 something......................pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: [O.O ?!! Exchange rate exchange rate!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: So that should be about......RM738. Around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ok. [still O.O]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, maybe money can be my motivation factor rather than a deterrent one. I must now look at the RM700++ as an investment so that I will push myself over boundaries and comfort zones. I must prove that I am indeed a good investment. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-871940030787236993?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/871940030787236993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=871940030787236993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/871940030787236993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/871940030787236993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-about-money.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Money'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8645785678764463963</id><published>2010-01-27T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:26:27.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Raindrops are Falling on My Head</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if I have mentioned this before. I like it when it rains because it not only makes siestas more comfortable, but one can just get lost in dreamland staring at the raindrops falling down. Plus, staring at it or even getting drenched in it helps to calm the soul (Although the latter might land you a trip to a clinic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the rain was just the way I like it. Oh believe me, I am not thrilled to all types of rainy seasons. I dislike storms because they always look terrifying, I dislike the strong winds that sometimes accompany the rainfall because that combination always ruins the serenity of rain. But slight dristles seems pretty annoying too since the effect is not calming enough. The worst kind of rain would be the one that occurs when the Sun is shining brightly at the same time. Other than doubling the risk of falling ill, that mixture makes the weather humid and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best type of rain for me? The type where there is heavy rainfall with no wind and just some occasional lightning. (Of course, how else would I expect heavy rainfall?). The type of raindrops that just fall straight down, unaffected by the wind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think I had so much time to stare at the rain? With so much piled up homework, I barely have time to eat! I was just stuck in Baker's Cottage with no umbrella. Lol. But it was not an entirely bad moment, thanks to the rain. =) And I treated myself with New York Cheesecake! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8645785678764463963?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8645785678764463963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8645785678764463963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8645785678764463963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8645785678764463963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/raindrops-are-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops are Falling on My Head'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6439182242640045175</id><published>2010-01-19T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:53:26.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>With a Little Help from My Friends</title><content type='html'>I was agitated, stressed and I thought I was not willing cope with Physics anymore. I mean, with my very VERY mediocre marks, the thought of not being able to attend sessions on Astrophysics with probably the BEST Physics teacher was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend reminded me of something today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If other people can cope, I also can cope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to say that to myself repeatedly when I face troubles in the past. Whatever happened to that part of me? I think recent events has shattered the confidence and optimism I had in the past. But what my friend said awaken that dormant part of me again. I must believe in myself. Thanks dear =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something to share to all from One Tree Hill Season 6 Finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a look at yourself in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who do you see looking back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is it the person you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or is there someone else you were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The person you should’ve been but felt short of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is someone telling you, you can’t or you won’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Believe that Love is out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Believe that dreams come true everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or fame, or power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And from the quiet nobility of leading a good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe that dreams come true everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Because they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So take a look at yourself in that mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And remind yourself to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because you deserve to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And believe that dreams come true everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If you realized, I've changed my blogging style a little bit. The title will be a song. Not sure how long I can keep up. So One Tree Hill inspired...=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6439182242640045175?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6439182242640045175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6439182242640045175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6439182242640045175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6439182242640045175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='With a Little Help from My Friends'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4863728759418674956</id><published>2010-01-15T08:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:57:38.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sweet Silver Lining?</title><content type='html'>This post may be redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was committed and so certain that I will take up the challenge. And that nothing can stop me from creating miracle-like improvements. That I was willing to reduce my sleep, work harder, play lesser and focus more on it so that I will get what I expected. I would tell myself to stop running away, but to face it by making a decision largely based on idealism with very little logic involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to tell her my decision on that day. I was suppose to remind her that I am ready for this so the registration can be settled. But suddenly I heard the news which changes everything. The smell of more work, which made me doubtful of my decision again. On that day where I was suppose to tell her about it, I ran away from it yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am again at crossroads, unsure of which path to take. Not sure if I should let go or hang on to it and have a little faith in myself...an OVERLY idealistic thing to do. To commit is to literally have limited sleep everyday and to become an anti-social freak who packs food to the room everyday and have little to no conversations with people. Or to stop enjoying the thing I love most-MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like I even need it. It is a matter of choice, not a compulsory do-or-die thing. It is not like I am heads-over-heels about it or I adore ALL the little intricate details of it. It is just a matter of personal achievement and satisfaction. It is definitely nothing compared to the beauty of rods and cones of human eye and neither does it thrills me like an organic chemistry mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say it is extra knowledge and that we should never just stop at our textbooks or focus only on relevant things. Thus, people tend to keep up with the current news or pick up a hobby like fishing. But what if I told you that you need to sit an exam for that? Plus, I have disconnected from the world recently because I hardly even have time to read the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, is it even worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is a tangled up mess. Hopefully Pangkor clears my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4863728759418674956?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4863728759418674956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4863728759418674956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4863728759418674956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4863728759418674956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-silver-lining.html' title='Sweet Silver Lining?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8577748111664790938</id><published>2010-01-09T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:39:53.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>This is...the story of Physics..</title><content type='html'>Week One back in college presented me with nothing but work. It was fun though to be able to meet back with friends and acquaintances to share stories of our holidays. But other than that was just more work. It is the final semester for all ALM9-ers, which meant that idling around and procrastination are clearly not wise options anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is Unit 6 of Biology, which I am still rather clueless about. I have thought of plenty of ideas, but have not come up with anything solid and conclusive. The dateline is drawing nearer each day and by hook or by crook, I need an idea BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Physics, a subject that makes me think that I am really a BIG hypocrite. When Julius handed me the 6 exam papers one by one on the way back from college, I nearly fainted at the sight of the horrible marks. It got me thinking over the same silly question over again on Friday-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I take Physics? &lt;/span&gt;I know that in just weeks I have to give my answer to my Head of Programme about this and I can't believe that I do not have one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go would be a BIG relieve to me but to do so would be to give up the challenge. And I have swore never to give up on anything I did ever since the "black and white keys" incident. Gosh, but I am not even sure if I am ready for the challenge looking at my recent test marks! I love learning Physics but at some times I just can't stand it![Now you'd concur with me about how Physics has bring hypocrisy into the centre of my life!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, at the end of everything, there is trials and A Levels exams to worry about. Actually, when I look at it overall, the only thing that seems to be bugging me about this is Physics. All in my head is "How to study Physics on time?", "Shall I do Physics today?", "Ok, where do I start in Physics?". BRRRRRAHHHH!!! Oh there is another reason why I refuse to let go, because I have gone this far and spent too much time on it that it seems not worth it to let go. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I rant a lot about Physics but yet I still take it and am happy to learn about it. Bleh...hypocrisy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8577748111664790938?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8577748111664790938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8577748111664790938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8577748111664790938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8577748111664790938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-isthe-story-of-physics.html' title='This is...the story of Physics..'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1418816350171752791</id><published>2010-01-06T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:55:48.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S0STx6nJIHI/AAAAAAAAASY/22m3PeYDr6U/s1600-h/image-upload-102-779705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S0STx6nJIHI/AAAAAAAAASY/22m3PeYDr6U/s320/image-upload-102-779705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No. Seriously. I was studying. Then came galaxie's annual bumper issue. Then came the picture of gorgeous men. Then came the idea of renewing my softboard. Then came the feeling of satisfaction. Then there was the 'staring at it cause i'm bored' moment. Ahh such an inspiration to keep me glued to my study table. even if it is not for studying purposes. :) &lt;/span&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/4687744266848952900-1418816350171752791?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1418816350171752791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1418816350171752791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1418816350171752791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1418816350171752791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/motivation.html' title='Hot Stuff'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/S0STx6nJIHI/AAAAAAAAASY/22m3PeYDr6U/s72-c/image-upload-102-779705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6864588445458544852</id><published>2010-01-03T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:57:05.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>We The Dreamers</title><content type='html'>Dreams often occur when one fails to get enough or proper sleep at night. I have not look up the scientific logic behind dreams, but I know it has something to do with REM. (Enlighten me, please). People dream of various things, ranging from hilarious ones (being in a movie) or to bizzare ones (jumping off a cliff). But usually dreams encompasses and sometimes exaggerates the events that occur in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. An AWESOME one. My hostel had been renovated over the long break into a 6-star, fully air-conditioned presidential suite but which had more resemblance to a mansion. There is an enormous hall in the centre of the room which was equipped with a plasma TV and a comfortable sofa. The window looks out to a sandy beach and the bluest sea I have ever seen. (Now, I told you they were heavily accentuated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four rooms with two on each side of the hall. Mine was on the left side and the door led me to a huge room with four single beds. Although I knew we had to share room, I was delighted because there was more than enough space for everyone. They even provided us with study tables made out of solid wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the far end of the "mansion" was a kitchen. It was not just a kitchen, but a nicely decorated and fully equipped one with items ranging from a two-door fridge, gas stoves, an oven and shiny pots and pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slowly absorbing the details of my renovated home. It felt like my dream home or my fantasized vacation...or a dream come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..BUT IT WAS JUST A DREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to hard reality. In less than 24 hours, I will be back in my hostel, reality-style which is nothing like I have ever dream of. Today marks the start of my last semester, the determination stage. I hope I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've only got 86400 seconds in a day, to turn it all around or to throw it all away.."-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live Like We're Dying by Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you that I threw away 86400 X 45 seconds? DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6864588445458544852?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6864588445458544852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6864588445458544852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6864588445458544852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6864588445458544852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-day-dreaming.html' title='We The Dreamers'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1027353599653229224</id><published>2009-12-30T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:54:32.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Year of Learning</title><content type='html'>2009 was a mixture of everything for me. I can't clearly defined 2009 in one word unlike 2008, where CHANGE described almost every part it. There were moments when I am ultimately in joy, like when I spend time with my roommates talking, laughing, karaoke-ing or drooling over overly-gorgeous men. =P Or the time where I met up with my old buddies just to catch up over a lovely meal in a nice restaurant. Or the time when I reunite with friends I have never seen since I left high school. Or the time when I go for outings with my classmates or celebrate birthdays of college friends in the most creative and bizzare ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there were moments when I shed tears, became quick-tempered and felt loneliness because friends left for a new places whether it is just 25 minutes drive away or 12 hours flight away. Or the moments where I look out of my hostel window, missing my old friends. Or the moments when I am saddened by my recent test marks and the problems I face with my books. Or the moments when I blamed everything but myself because I could not manage time properly. Or when I procrastinate things to run away from them, only to find them chasing after me and doubling up my burdens instead. Or when I said or done things I should not have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were a few sweet memories that were life changing ones and I have to say that being part of MMS was one of them. Not only have I helped the juniors, once as confused as me to get adjusted to college, I have even made myself more well adjusted in college by meeting a lot of friends from various courses. I took on an important role, met people from various different backgrounds and have truly enjoyed myself throughout the process despite being overly-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, one of my resolutions was to attend a live concert. Never did I know I would be so lucky to have attended THREE of them! The year kicked off with Mamma Mia at Istana Budaya with my mum, Wang Lee Hom's concert with Ker Yin in 2nd semester and All American Rejects with Nic in 3rd semester. The jakun bandar finally managed to experience what she longed for a long time-to watch a concert by the artists she loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think 2009 was like an emotional roller coaster for me where happiness, sadness or loneliness were greatly exaggerated instead of evenly spread out. But I have learned a lot from it. And maybe I can use a word for 2009 after all. It's LEARNING. Not academically but by learning about dealing with life issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1027353599653229224?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1027353599653229224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1027353599653229224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1027353599653229224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1027353599653229224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-of-learning.html' title='The Year of Learning'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4215085364244593658</id><published>2009-12-24T16:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:52:36.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Future is Near...</title><content type='html'>I have rather mixed feelings about the holidays coming to an end. I am glad that it is almost over so I can launch myself back into geek mode and get on with life. In fact, I almost disliked this holidays because I was basically at home rotting away, not knowing the day and date. But I would want a longer holiday because it is innate in almost everyone that relaxing is better than working. It is also because I haven't completed or accomplished anything useful this holidays &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(By useful I meant on the academic side of life since watching all episodes of House Season 1, 2 &amp;amp; 5, learning up Priscilla Ahn's songs on guitar or leveling up 10 levels in Restaurant City clearly does not fall under that category..=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often tell myself to get myself out of the computer and do something more fruitful but I always NEVER leave in the end or I will end up on the couch flipping TV channels. Then at the end of the day, when I do my little reflections I realized that I wasted time. -.- I guess since the invention of my own overworked-overstressed space in my hostel life, I see home as a relaxation spot whether it is just over a weekend or over a time span of 1.5 months.  Thus, I can hardly discipline myself at home although many may say that home is a much better place to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have to change that attitude of mine since the next semester is the FINAL semester in Intec. The semester of examinations that will be the stepping stone to medical school. I would even dare say that it is our lifeline to medical school. I have to admit that I was facing a bit of glitches during the third semester and I am not sure if things will fall into place like how I thought it would during the 1st or 2nd semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I have been a little scared lately and am occasionally self-doubting because my confidence was shattered a few times during the 3rd semester. And the more truth is that I have been procrastinating a lot during the holidays because I was a bit scared and clueless on how to face the situation. I am scared...DAMN scared of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAL's twin-The Dark Lord of Edexcel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say 3rd semester was a "hell semester" and it was. But I think the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fourth semester is the doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-or-not-determining one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4215085364244593658?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4215085364244593658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4215085364244593658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4215085364244593658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4215085364244593658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/future-is-near.html' title='The Future is Near...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1739445436375430227</id><published>2009-12-20T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:37:03.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>In Looove...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sy4oKMK829I/AAAAAAAAASQ/l_A3VBLH-bs/s1600-h/15133_185638833178_27267933178_3828161_1431105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sy4oKMK829I/AAAAAAAAASQ/l_A3VBLH-bs/s400/15133_185638833178_27267933178_3828161_1431105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417311557304245202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my hands on this  DVD I must.. =D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1739445436375430227?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1739445436375430227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1739445436375430227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1739445436375430227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1739445436375430227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-looove.html' title='In Looove...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sy4oKMK829I/AAAAAAAAASQ/l_A3VBLH-bs/s72-c/15133_185638833178_27267933178_3828161_1431105_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8745396234176807227</id><published>2009-12-12T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:04:05.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Confessions of an Internetaholic</title><content type='html'>Suze: *Gasp* OMG Bex you spent 200 dollars on a Marc Jacobs underwear????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bex: Underwear is a basic human right&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Four words to conclude: Extremely Hilarious &amp;amp; Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414333671736215186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SyOTyb9GBpI/AAAAAAAAASI/_RApiGcBAIA/s400/shopaholic1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shopping 101: one can never have enough shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esok aku akan ke PD. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8745396234176807227?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8745396234176807227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8745396234176807227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8745396234176807227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8745396234176807227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-internetaholic.html' title='Confessions of an Internetaholic'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SyOTyb9GBpI/AAAAAAAAASI/_RApiGcBAIA/s72-c/shopaholic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6675347061849936771</id><published>2009-12-07T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:20:05.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Days.</title><content type='html'>With less than a month left for this year, let us take a look at the weirdest, bizzare and odd days celebrated. Nowadays, there seems to be a day for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.BUBBLE BATH DAY (8th January)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it is a day to relax and indulge in bubble baths. You can even send E-cards in conjunction of Bubble Bath Day. Anyone interested?=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.MY WAY DAY (17th February)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it my... way......" as quoted from the famous Frank Sinatra song. It is a day where everyone choose to do what they want and what they truly believe in without the influence of another party. Can you imagine if this day was a public holiday? All hell breaks loose! =P In my opinion, tolerance, give and take existed for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.MAKE UP YOUR OWN HOLIDAY DAY (26th March)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they've run out of ideas to name everyday a special day, here's the modifiable default version of it. A day where you can name it as any day that has not receive a proper recognition yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.NOISE AWARENESS DAY (29th April)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw this in my friend's diary and I decided to dig deeper about it. It basically speaks for itself...a day where everyone keeps quiet. (Well not literally, of course!) It is more of a day to promote awareness to the public about the long term effects of uncomfortable and loud noises to the ear. It is set to educate the public about avoiding the exposure of loud music (something I should take note=P) from clubs, concerts or any form of loud noises. I guess it helps in alarming us about the increasing sound pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.STAR WARS DAY (4th May)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. This is definitely my day. You might think that this is a day to celebrate the birth of an AMAZING sci-fi movie so it is just like every other recognition days. But this day is more of a joke as it was set specially because "May the 4th be with you" sounds like "May the force be with you", a famous line uttered by the Jedis in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ready to smack your hands to your head yet? Wait there's more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.INTERNATIONAL FAIRY DAY (24th June)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really about the fairies from the fantasy and imaginative world. No offense to fantasy lovers, but although they are described as mythical and legendary creatures, do they really exist? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.EMBRACE YOUR GEEKNESS DAY (13th July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out to all the geeks out there! This is our day whether you spent hours tweaking on a software you developed, reading superhero comics, cracking Chemistry jokes or any other form of geekiness nature you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.RACE YOUR MOUSE AROUND THE ICONS DAY (28th August)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I was born on the same day as this day..-.- and I doubt that I will ever celebrate this day. The mouse here means your computer mouse...where you can kill time by literally racing your mouse around the icons on your desktop. Gosh! I'd rather google "I am bored" instead of doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.PUNCTUATION DAY (24th September)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:;"?!,.-...A day to promote the correct usage of punctuation. It is quite useful actually to remind ourselves about when to use the correct punctuation. But I still find it really pointless. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.INTERNATIONAL MOMENT OF FRUSTRATION SCREAM DAY (12th October)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Get ready with your earplugs as anyone interested will go out and scream for thirty seconds at 12:00 GMT. I bet you the initiators of Noise Awareness Day has something to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.USE YOUR COMMON SENSE DAY (4th November)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like PCK always says it "Use your brain...Use your brain...". A day to remind everyone to make use of the one ability that we all have to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.MAKE UP YOUR MIND DAY (31st December)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...we still have time for this day. It is apparently an important day to those indecisive ones out there where a decision must be made. It is time to take a stand and make your choice on whatever doubts. I think 31st December is the right date for this day because it makes it seemed like a transition....it makes us think "Today is a day I DECIDE to change/improve". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That officially concludes how bored I have been. But hey, at least I was not racing my mouse between icons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6675347061849936771?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6675347061849936771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6675347061849936771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6675347061849936771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6675347061849936771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/days.html' title='Days.'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3224621424800952580</id><published>2009-12-03T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:11:38.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>If you love Zee Avi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;..then you will love this singer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410949377931790674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SxeNynE-yVI/AAAAAAAAASA/i1H7zOCHqAI/s400/priscillaahn_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might have heard about her before. She is a multi-instrumentalist with a lovely voice. She may not have those powerful stuff like ballad singers, but her voice feels so original and untainted from the "I only care about making money instead of music" image most singers have nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found her music via Yahoo! Music not Malaysian radio (God knows what is being played on those stations nowadays) and I did some research about her and before I know it, I am crazy about her songs!The few songs that I am infatuated about are Dream, Rain, I Don't Think So...and the list goes on! XD "Dream" was actually featured in "Bride Wars" and will be featured in "Love Happens", a movie starring Aaron Eckhart and Jennifer Anniston that I can't wait to watch. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream by Priscilla Ahn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little girl alone in my little world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who dreamed of a little home for me&lt;br /&gt;I played pretend between the trees, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and laughed in my pretty bed of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest swing.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks in the dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through woods grown behind the park, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked God who I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;The stars smiled down on me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God answered in silent reverie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said a prayer and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest tree.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm old and feeling grey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's left to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about this life I'm willing to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I lived it full and I lived it well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's many tales I've lived to tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fly from the highest wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3224621424800952580?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3224621424800952580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3224621424800952580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3224621424800952580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3224621424800952580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-love-zee-avi.html' title='If you love Zee Avi...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SxeNynE-yVI/AAAAAAAAASA/i1H7zOCHqAI/s72-c/priscillaahn_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4599568635863863991</id><published>2009-12-01T08:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:16:23.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Soopreeszingly Interesting Movie</title><content type='html'>Grr..I dislike third party XML layouts while my plans to master simple programming and create my own blogskin is still a faraway thing. Thus, it is time to revert and depend on Blogger ones instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about being surprised by Sri Aman friends at the airport. We later embarked on a similar adventure I had with my Intec friends. Sigh...I really miss my friends, whether they are 1.5 hours drive away or more than 7 hours of flight away. I did not really felt it before this because my mind was in overclocking mode before the holidays. Now when my day starts with no alarm or study plans to wake up to, my mind slowly wanders to imagine what are they currently doing, eating or just what's up with their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap! Back to reality, I watch yet another DVD that was soopreezingly good. I think by observing how I spelled out "surprise", some of you might have already know what movie is it. It is a movie about an inventor, a researcher and a biter. On top of that, add pasta putanesca, a scarily creepy Count, a warm-hearted reptile scientist, a hyper-paranoid aunt, a fake but real wedding, fire-causing converging lenses and you get a whole package of a fun-filled family movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same as Stardust where I never intended to even consider watching this movie. I thought it will be childish or I might have grown out of it or I thought it will be something queer that requires one to read the book before knowing the real picture. But again, we must never judge a book by its cover because I was really entertained by this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410113338685625714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SxSVauL1lXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r6_S2wyuX70/s320/A_Series_Of_Unfortunate_Events_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Soo-preez!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am facing problem with blues improvisation. My experimented tunes sounds like an alien theme song rather than real blues. T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4599568635863863991?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4599568635863863991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4599568635863863991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4599568635863863991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4599568635863863991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/12/soopreeszingly-interesting-movie.html' title='A Soopreeszingly Interesting Movie'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SxSVauL1lXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r6_S2wyuX70/s72-c/A_Series_Of_Unfortunate_Events_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1985071190361110467</id><published>2009-11-25T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:32:39.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Oh...the excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd Nov 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out his album on MySpace. I only got to listen to it halfway because the connection became increasingly slow as I stream the playlist. But the first few tracks were enough to convince me to get his album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd Nov 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling jubilant because not only can I get my hands on his album but the fact that my mum is not working today. We went for a shopping spree in the Golden Triangle to look out for a new laptop and of course clothes and whatever it is a girl needs. I stopped by the CD shop but the album was not there. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th Nov 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the newspaper while having brunch and I saw a two page spread about him and his new album. I smacked my head and realized "Of course, it was not in the CD shop yesterday....it is only the 22nd of Nov in US yesterday!!" LOL. I went to a MAD sale in 1 Utama. It was crazy because it was J-Card Day and about 30% of the mall was on offer especially Jusco where there were offers up to 80% off. I checked the CD shop again and it has not arrived yet because it was still early in the US. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th Nov 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty confident that the album is now stocked in every shop. But, my mum is working today and hence, I am stuck at home with no transport. Looks like I have to wait for the weekends before I can get the album....Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407831899170244866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Swx6ddsRiQI/AAAAAAAAARw/tZVhO3xWaKw/s320/adam-lambert-feeling-good-video.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heehee...I had to put this picture..his album cover is not really appealing..but who cares? It's the content that matters. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1985071190361110467?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1985071190361110467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1985071190361110467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1985071190361110467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1985071190361110467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohthe-excitement.html' title='Oh...the excitement'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Swx6ddsRiQI/AAAAAAAAARw/tZVhO3xWaKw/s72-c/adam-lambert-feeling-good-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-49509132342898466</id><published>2009-11-20T08:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:14:15.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>When Looks Meet Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been NUTS about an entirely new music genre-POPopera. However, I think that the only group I know that falls in this category is Il Divo. This post will be about my obsession over them. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first time I ever heard Il Divo was when they release their first single "Regres A Mi" in Malaysia a few years ago. However, I did not really pay attention to them because it did not really fit my taste at that time and I did not take music listening as a serious hobby. Plus, it came during my hormonal stage of growth, where my playlist was filled with emo and rock music. Oh don't get me wrong, I still listen to rock music but I am over the very very emo tunes. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then my dad got the DVD of Il Divo's live performance in Merida, Spain just a few months ago. I kept on reminding myself to watch it but I have been so busy that it always slip past my mind. I finally watched it during one of the mini breaks I had and they were AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first song that got me really hooked to them was "Isabel". It is a Spanish song and despite being clueless about its meaning, the rhythm and their voices for the song melt my heart. I can sense that it is a sad song sang beautifully. From then on, I became their biggest fan where I continuously search more of their music and slowly add them to my collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I can spend an entire day just listening to their songs. I listened to them so frequently that I recognise who was singing at which part. David Miller has the flawless, soulful, higher pitch voice, Carlos has the strong, richer and deeper voice that usually acts as the anchor of a song, Sebastian Izambard, probably the most gorgeous French alive, has more a pop voice, the mellow yet unique-Westlife kinda voice..which is why he always starts a song and Urs, the one with the dreamy voice. All together, they form songs that sounds perfect and flawless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would totally recommend this group to anyone who wants to relax themselves after a stressful day. This is like a breath of fresh air in a crowded place or a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Haha...cliche-ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say YES to IL DIVO! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405984283816729954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SwXqEGI9nWI/AAAAAAAAARo/jiOcAPFP90s/s320/ildivogroup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great looks, great voices..what more can you ask for in a music group?&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/4687744266848952900-49509132342898466?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/49509132342898466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=49509132342898466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/49509132342898466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/49509132342898466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-looks-meet-voices.html' title='When Looks Meet Voices'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SwXqEGI9nWI/AAAAAAAAARo/jiOcAPFP90s/s72-c/ildivogroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7811578024915540331</id><published>2009-11-17T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:31:15.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Sunny...with a chance of Ice Creams</title><content type='html'>Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing. (Influence from Flint Lockwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 3 came to an end so abruptly that I did not feel like it has ended. Even as I began to enjoy myself at the Intec Awards Night with a bunch of lively people and great food, it still felt like a normal Friday. The weekends too felt pretty normal despite the light headed feeling of finally being able to go for guilt-free shopping. Semester 3 just whizzed past me so quickly I hardly had time to day-dream. It was as if I am going to return back to school next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with 3rd semester ending, 4th semester approaches us with its surprises. I am glad IELTS is over and done with but I now have a bigger mountain to climb-A LEVELS. And if I look further into the future, in less than a year, if all goes well, I will be flown off to a foreign land to be a medical student. Gosh, I am not even sure if I am prepared for that. Everything just seems so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, I have been a pretty lifeless person as I have watched 3 movies in 2 days. The first was Star Trek on Monday morning. OMG, after watching that show I am uncertain about which I like better- Star Wars or Star Trek. It was so COOL! Especially how they beam people to different destinations! And Zachary Quinto is nice to look at(Despite the pointy ears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next was Michael Jackson This Is It. It was amazing just watching the rehersals and my mum and I imagined about how it would be like if he actually DID stage the concert. If the rehersals (mind you not live) were already breath-taking, I am sure that the live concert would be surreal and mind-blowing. It is just pretty sad that he left the world too soon. It is just too soon. I almost cried the day I found out he died. He is truly a legend that will be remembered forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. It was SO HILARIOUS! Or maybe I am the only crazy maniac geek laugh at the goofiness and the geekiness of Flint Lockwood. His mannerism of announcing whatever he does is really amusing! His geeky thoughts and inventions too were funny to laugh at. And the part where his dad raise his eyebrows...the shocked eyes snet me laughing out loud! The part that got me laughing too was when he told the dad to send him the email and how the dad tried to use the computer. The entire show is just hilarious! Plus, imagine if his invention really succeeded in reality with no dangerometer. It would solve one of the world's biggest problem: Famine. What was funny about this was I am the only one laughing because I watched the show alone...sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: You're a pilot too?&lt;br /&gt;G1: Yes and I am also a particle physicist&lt;br /&gt;SP: SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;G1:No, just kidding. Oh, I am a comedian too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressing the "Publish Post" button. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-7811578024915540331?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7811578024915540331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7811578024915540331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7811578024915540331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7811578024915540331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunnywith-chance-of-ice-creams.html' title='Sunny...with a chance of Ice Creams'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4859861577967931294</id><published>2009-11-08T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:34:28.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>No shortcut</title><content type='html'>Q: A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely unprepared student&lt;/span&gt; is given a true/false type of test which contains 10 questions. What is the probability that the student will, by selecting the answers at random, get all answers right?&lt;br /&gt;It is later decided that a pass will be awarded or 8 correct answers. What is the probability of the student passing the test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;For first part, using X~Bin (10, 0.5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P(X=10) = 10C0 x 0.5^10 = 0.0009766&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P(X ≥ 8) = 1 - P(X ≤ 7) = 1 - 0.9453 = 0.0547&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: There is only a 0.09766% chance of getting full marks and a 5.47% chance of passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Even if it kills you Esther, please study Physics before the test date. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for the rest. Guessing game never helps. GOOD LUCK FOR TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4859861577967931294?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4859861577967931294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4859861577967931294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4859861577967931294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4859861577967931294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-shortcut.html' title='No shortcut'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1738470114680790839</id><published>2009-11-06T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:07:42.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Cause and Effect</title><content type='html'>"I wish I had the power to time travel, like Masi Oka..Then I can stop time just before exam ends, look over people's answers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I had the power to time travel too, so that I can multiply time itself so that I can have more time to study..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could travel through time, I would go back and get some brain juice from Einstein"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. NO actually, I've thought of something better. I would go back in time, find some way to kill Einstein so that there will be no theory of relativity and I won't have to be stuck studying them and being confused about them. LOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, but then without his theory, the world would be topsy turvy with unexplainable events occuring around us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But his theory did not bring very good events either. Look what it did to Hiroshima and Nagasaki."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, if that did not happened, WW2 might not have ended until now and we won't be sitting here having this conversation peacefully"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against Physics. I just need more time. I know I am going to be dead meat next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Even when all hope is gone, move along, move along like I know you would do]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1738470114680790839?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1738470114680790839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1738470114680790839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1738470114680790839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1738470114680790839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and Effect'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1917466507401731368</id><published>2009-11-01T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:37:11.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>THE concert</title><content type='html'>I woke up when my alarm rang at a rather unusual time. I picked up my phone and I saw the reminder on the screen: OMG AAR!. Lol. I still have no idea why I needed a reminder for that. For such a FANTASTIC concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings were spent on usual exam revisions for Biology and the thought of me being at the concert hasn't really sink in. It felt exactly like a typical Sunday except the fact that the plumber came. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed the necessary things for the event and Nic's dad picked me up from the station. We stopped by at McD drivethru for tea-dinner since we know there won't be time for that later. We arrived at Bukit Jalil at about 4 and naturally "blend into the line". The sardin packed condition caused by Malaysian kiasu-ism started earlier than I thought, where people were pushing and squeezing over a closed gate. -.- It was hot and stuffy and everybody was angry at each other. But I was kinda expecting this condition and we all had one tune in our head at that moment-MOVE ALONG. Oh my..WHAT WE DID FOR AAR. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally braved through the mess and got a pretty good spot. The concert only really started close to 8 with performances from a few local bands. Disagree performed a few songs but "Crumbs" was the only one I was familiar with. The night continued with a mindblowing performance from Pop Shuvit which started with "Old School Rocka" that send the crowd jumping. One Bucks Short performed next and again I was not familiar with their songs but I rocked on along them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment everyone was waiting for came although AAR took almost an hour to prepare the stage. We patiently waited although some gave up waiting which was good for us because we were getting closer to the stage. "Move Along"..that is all that matters at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Chris of AAR started on the drums for "Move Along" and the crowd was ESTATIC!. We were screaming and jumping and singing along the song they performed. Tyson wore a Native American headband as part of a Halloween dress up. But what truly caught my attention was Nick on the guitar. He is so cool and versatile on the guitar although we only managed to catch a glimpse of him every now and then because he was on the far left of the stage when we were at the right part of it. But I thought HE WAS SO GOOD! I practically yelled " I LOVE YOU NICK" more than 10 times! The awesome sound of the instruments playing together got me literally jumping like mad! XD We were euphoric and our minds were packed with endorphins and adrenaline throughout the entire concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slight dristle did not dampen our spirits too and although we were soaked in sweat and rainwater, the crowd cheered like mad the entire time AAR was performing. Their performances were amazing and they were so HILARIOUS especially Tyson. My mind and eyes were locked on the stage the entire time. For me, it felt like time stopped and there was nowhere else I would rather be at that time. Plus, given the recent stressful thoughts I have been harbouring lately due to exams, last night was really a night to wind down and just let loose of all those thoughts and feelings. I truly had an immense amount of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not even exhausted after I came home because I could not get my mind of the concert. Thus, when I wake up this morning, I needed to blog this entry before the memory slowly fades away. But given the fantastic entertainment they provided, this memory will linger around for a very long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too bad that my camera was gone and I could only take a few blurr pictures of the band. I could not get the T-shirt too as I was not a Digi user. Thus, the few memories from the concert would be my squashed up entry ticket and most importantly, to be able to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see, experience and feel the music from the band I love so much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, hard reality strikes back on me. I have a Chem written practical test tomorrow. My feet hurts, I might be losing my voice but I still feel euphoric. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1917466507401731368?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1917466507401731368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1917466507401731368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1917466507401731368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1917466507401731368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/11/concert.html' title='THE concert'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1613253956354196773</id><published>2009-10-30T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:03:53.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty crazy with loads of exams until there was a point where I had to switch my mind from leptons and cyclotrons to benzoic acid and hexaaquacopper ions under one minute. That happened because I had no break at all between Physics and Chem class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate next week to be even crazier. Thank goodness for study leaves. And thank goodness for TOMORROW! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scream loudly*- I AM AN &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MY! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1613253956354196773?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1613253956354196773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1613253956354196773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1613253956354196773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1613253956354196773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1990661469867766426</id><published>2009-10-24T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:12:31.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Time for a Miracle to shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z-OMG! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is out! Adam Lambert's new song "Time for Miracles" is on YouTube. It will also be the theme song for the upcoming movie "2012". As usual, it is AMAZING. I mean what else can I say, we are talking about Adam Lambert here XD. Powerful voice especially at the 2nd half of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new album "For Your Entertainment" release date has also be announced. But I suspected that 23 November is just for the States. Well that's fine with me but the moment that album reaches here, I will stay true to my word and purchase it immediately. Hee hee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instead of abstaining from the blogosphere, I realised that I have been blogging a lot more frequent lately. LOL.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1990661469867766426?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1990661469867766426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1990661469867766426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1990661469867766426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1990661469867766426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-miracle-to-shine.html' title='Time for a Miracle to shine'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5303978432363423185</id><published>2009-10-23T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:29:41.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Relieved..</title><content type='html'>I planned to wait in front of the computer at 8.55am to check the results. I told myself that as far as I can run from it, I can't possibly hide from it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I hardly do what I planned? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sam said she wanted to use her computer to watch Supernatural at 8.45am, I did not stop her well because it is HER computer (lol) and I myself was afraid to check. The next 45 minutes or so was spent drooling over Jared Padelecki's new hairstyle and his usual sexy voice. I actually forgot that it was time to check my results until Sangeetha called, informing Sam her results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered and I began to feel nervous. It is true that there is nothing much I can do about it. People would probably tell "Oh, don't go crying or worrying over spilled milk" but it is human nature to feel nervous about these things especially where your university admission is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I had to face reality. So I log on and type my details carefully, there was a slight problem because I needed to include a dash in my IC no. and my results were finally displayed in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to quell the paranoia in me of mistyping my information, I searched for my results 3 times.=P Nothing changed. I really got BAND 8!!!!!=D=D=D=D. I am feeling so happy and relieved. =D Congrats to Hui Na and Nisha too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, Nisha, this REALLY deserves an ice cream! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-5303978432363423185?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5303978432363423185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5303978432363423185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5303978432363423185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5303978432363423185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/relieved.html' title='Relieved..'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5179730852417902650</id><published>2009-10-23T05:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:28:44.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>The Idiosyncrasies of -ons</title><content type='html'>Does "charm" quark brings you good or bad luck? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..an anti-strange quark...does it mean that it's normal?=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know "strangeness" can be quantified? A strange quark has a strangness of 1. NO KIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are neutrinos and why do they keep tagging along with leptons during reactions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 0523 hours. Not exactly the best time to be unravelling this topic. But then again, maybe t is since I can even hear the sound of silence. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IELTS results in less than 4 hours! (That is if punctuality is one of their qualities ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-5179730852417902650?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5179730852417902650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5179730852417902650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5179730852417902650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5179730852417902650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/idiosyncrasies-of-ons.html' title='The Idiosyncrasies of -ons'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4719476016201948031</id><published>2009-10-22T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:26:52.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Free time?</title><content type='html'>I was not suppose to go to college today. But I still did because I felt obligated to attend Physics class. It was no regret since after all, class is always beneficial whether it is intended to gain knowledge or just to instil the paranoia of studying in oneself. Today's class gave me both. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to make use of the little free time I have with MORE studying but I decided to take it easy for today. The slow dristling rain is making me feel extremely dreamy and my mind is wandering off from neutrinos and all the -ons I need to digest. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often true when people say you will only appreciate things when it is scarce. Here I am, wasting the extra time I have day-dreaming while I stress myself up when it's close to exams. Ah, procrastination is a really bad habit to have especially during these times. But, I can't help it that the rain and the after-rain ambience is just so lovely to immerse myself in it. It is equally as good as indulging in a new york cheesecake. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I shall excuse myself from work today, probably for a few hours to appreciate the simple things that I ignore because of work. Tomorrow, I've got a reality to face at 9am...IELTS result. Wish me luck =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4719476016201948031?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4719476016201948031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4719476016201948031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4719476016201948031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4719476016201948031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-time.html' title='Free time?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4817602218509560728</id><published>2009-10-17T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:05:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry..</title><content type='html'>I just read your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it this way. It was a misunderstanding and partly my fault for assuming that all of you wanted the clash. I myself have never wanted the clash, which is why I mentioned to him that we have class at that time. But some of us did mentioned that they wanted the clash, so I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should not have assumed that everyone of you wanted it, I am greatly at fault for that matter. I should have properly asked all of you if you really wanted it. I was too rash in my actions and I assumed things. I am truly sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase I mentioned in my earlier post does not mean that I intend hide details from you. I just thought that you should have controlled yourself and not say it in front of everyone but instead personally discuss with him after that. At that time, I really thought you knew everything like our guilty intentions to miss class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dissatisfaction arises from the fact that I thought you knew we were guilty and yet you still let it out. Again, it is another misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I am at fault. And I apologize for assuming things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4817602218509560728?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4817602218509560728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4817602218509560728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4817602218509560728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4817602218509560728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry..'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4217358176308359611</id><published>2009-10-17T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:24:32.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Oh Sing A Happy Tune</title><content type='html'>Thursday was AWESOME because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Four of us ended class earlier than expected and we had the afternoon free from short-term obligations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We headed for Sunway and arrived there earlier than planned. Thus, we had more time and more time=MORE FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We did not forget our long-term obligations as two of us stopped by Popular Bookstore to pack themselves with MUET books, another bought a storybook she loves and another goes gaga over all the books but did not get anything because she did not have enough money. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We "syok-sendiri" at CD-Rama by listening to Kenny G until we did not want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We had an extra large room from RedBox and we sang our hearts out without a care in the world. We danced and went crazy without a care in the world. It was like we were in our own room singing and being haywire LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We scream and shriek over a dice used in a lucky draw game we participated in RedBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We sang songs from 3 different languages and even dared to sing Il Divo's song. But when Il Divo came on, we were more interested on listening and looking at them. =P (Sebastian is SOOO gorgeous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We had extra time from Redbox, which is not the usual 1-2hours free but up to THREE hours free! Believe me, if we were staying in Sunway Hotel, we will not be satisfied even after 6++ hours of non-stop singing. They might need to drag us out of the room. LOL.But too bad, not only were we thinking of security reasons, RedBox also finally stopped us at about 9.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We managed to buy our favourites pastries at a fraction of its price because Bread Story had a 30% off storewide offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We packed home dinner from Popeye, something none of us had tried before. They served quite salty fish fillets but AWESOME bun. Their bun is the pastry-like ones where its crust is crunchy and the inside is soft and buttery. And their MASH POTATO? FANTASTIC!!!!. One of the best I have ever eaten other than the one in Chilies. (Zhen, if there was a Popeye in London, you have got to try it!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face muscle ached after I went back to my hostel. I was very tired but it was pure amazing FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The moments of us singing "All by Myself" and "When You're Looking Like That" is still fresh in my head* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit of advertising something that is many times cooler than Twitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLURK. (www.plurk.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will talk about its coolness next time. I need to get back to my long term obligation XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4217358176308359611?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4217358176308359611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4217358176308359611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4217358176308359611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4217358176308359611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-sing-happy-tune.html' title='Oh Sing A Happy Tune'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8841059308428814203</id><published>2009-10-15T08:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:17:21.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>OK, I hate using my blog to vent my dissatisfaction because I believe that blogs should be used to spread fun stories, keep in touch and spread inspirational message. But I really need to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, a million times apology to my friend. My dear friend, you never deserve to be treated this way and it is really unfair to you. Sorry and I feel bad for you. REALLY PAI SEH. And I am sorry my dear friend, but my patience is thinning. But I really respect you for being the one who took the high road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I can only conclude with a line from a song by Kate Voegele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SILENCE SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the "somebody" just keep quiet and not say anything? Then nothing will happen and nobody will get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oops, I forgot to mention the identity "somebody". Eh wait, actually never mind. He expresses his views on others in that manner too, right? I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8841059308428814203?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8841059308428814203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8841059308428814203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8841059308428814203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8841059308428814203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/wth.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3978003097896487840</id><published>2009-10-11T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:21:58.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fun-filled day</title><content type='html'>I just woke up 2 hours ago and I suddenly remember all the little details of yesterday's adventure. So, I knew I had to note it down somewhere before it begins fading away.(But I doubt that would happen=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally complete our long journey of IELTS yesterday when we sat for the other three components: Listening, Writing and Reading. All of us was relieved not only for the fact that it was much easier than trials, but more for the fact that IT'S OVER!. =P Lunch was with my lovely roommates at Secret Recipe, where I gobbled a large plate of meatball spaghetti, tossed an ice blended cappuccino  down my throat (VERY SINFUL) and burned a hole in my wallet (my meal cost RM25!!!=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I met up with my classmates and we headed for my friend's open house in Jalan Semarak. Train was the best option for us since most of us did not know how to drive and taxi was definitely out of the question. But the train was bloody annoying especially KTM because it took a good 45 minutes just to arrive and another half an hour to travel to KL Sentral. The LRT, on the other hand was much more efficient (thank goodness), where it took us only fifteen minutes to travel to Damai station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a rather curious person and I always enjoy being at a new place experiencing new things. Damai was quite an experience for me. It was not the place generally that really interest me, but where my friend live that intrigues me. It must have slipped my mind that her father is a police because I was slightly startled when he made a turn into a police training centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool though because as her father slowed down his car at the guard house, a smartly dressed police took up his hand and saluted us (well it was for her dad, but I "syok sendiri" lah =P). Her family members were also warm at welcoming us and her mum prepared the best rendang on Earth! XD So there I was, forgetting about how sinful my lunch was and indulging in the lemang served. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house, being in KL was also amazing because one could practically see the entire view of KL from the comfort of her balcony. Her aunt even told us that they are able to get a decent view of the fireworks display every eve of New Year. There was no need for them to squeeze through the traffic and people like what I always end up doing =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this outing was that it involves almost the whole class. We talked about randon things, ate even more and laugh together over "The Incredibles". Before we left, we took pictures at random spots of my friend's place because this was truly a new experience to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lepas ambil gambar kena letak kat Facebook tau? Kalau tak, tak de maknanya". &lt;/span&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was equally crazy where we crammed seven people into a Pesona and took even MORE pictures! I came back feeling exhausted but I really had my share of fun. In fact, I was so tired I dozed off while watching House MD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3978003097896487840?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3978003097896487840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3978003097896487840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3978003097896487840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3978003097896487840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-filled-day.html' title='Fun-filled day'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7359279034704164802</id><published>2009-10-07T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:37:33.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Ssy1u-g_M8I/AAAAAAAAARY/zKMUHeB09S8/s1600-h/image-upload-12-750904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Ssy1u-g_M8I/AAAAAAAAARY/zKMUHeB09S8/s320/image-upload-12-750904.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is what happens when you are so tired of figuring out stuff. Bluek. I want this test to be over but yet i don't want to mess it up. Gah random ramblings. I want your physics brain and motivation, elsha! &lt;/span&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/4687744266848952900-7359279034704164802?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7359279034704164802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7359279034704164802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7359279034704164802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7359279034704164802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress.html' title='Stress!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Ssy1u-g_M8I/AAAAAAAAARY/zKMUHeB09S8/s72-c/image-upload-12-750904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2658037899943596713</id><published>2009-10-03T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:16:23.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post up something like this when I got home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay, I am 98% percent sure that I am going for AAR's concert. 25% came from my mum's consent, 65% because I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!, 3% because it is in One Utama, a place which is 5 minutes drive from my house, 2% because it is right after IELTS so there is no guilt in enjoying the concert, 5% because I have tickets at a good price. "Where is the other 2%?" one might ask. The 2% is just getting to hold the ticket in my hands because my friend hasn't pass them to me yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to allocated 1% on miscellaneous events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Universal Music and DiGi regret to inform everyone that Tyson Ritter of The All-American Rejects (“AAR”) has been hospitalized. As he is unable to travel during the next few weeks, his performance at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DiGi Music LIVE Concert scheduled for 10 Oct 2009 in 1 Utama has been postponed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  We apologize to the fans of AAR for the inconvenience. Our thoughts and best wishes to Tyson and his family. &lt;/span&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DiGi Music Unlimited customers who have redeemed their tickets are advised to retain them till further notice. We will keep you informed on latest development on the new concert date and other developments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;Haish. That's life being so unexpected and how things are so volatile and never permanent. I have no luck with concerts man! I can only hope that postponed does not equate to one year later! On the other hand, Tyson Ritter's life is not a bed of roses now too. I don't think he likes being hospitalized too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. Life is so unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IELTS Speaking just ended and I am now having guilty pleasures for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Ssb2HCFU3uI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t_ZjHrbNXJM/s1600-h/House-Season-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Ssb2HCFU3uI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t_ZjHrbNXJM/s320/House-Season-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388264604874104546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: Ok, start counting&lt;br /&gt;*Patient begins counting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: 26 pulses&lt;br /&gt;House: What?...Ok either you suck at maths or you are about to die in 2 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 seconds later..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: Ok, you suck at maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2658037899943596713?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2658037899943596713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2658037899943596713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2658037899943596713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2658037899943596713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Ssb2HCFU3uI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t_ZjHrbNXJM/s72-c/House-Season-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5439309131095979358</id><published>2009-09-28T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:56:24.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>RANT!</title><content type='html'>1. Esther screwed up her Maths test today. She feels quite demotivated but is too busy to bother. (THAT is how busy I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Esther is glad her roommate has P1 Wimax, a superbly fast internet connection that allows her to post random useless rants like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Esther can't concentrate on doing anything and everything seems to be out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Esther hasn't had enough sleep in the past four days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Esther has mountainous amount of work to complete, but she feels more compelled to procrastinate and complain about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Esther has a lot to catch up in her studies and simply can't win her battle against time (Time is exponentially better than her now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Esther is still a little sick, although she is recovering (at least something is right today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Esther had diaorrhea this morning due to unknown reasons. This is pretty normal but still very annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Esther creates unnecessary pressure for herself on top of receiving more pressure from all sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Esther just wants a break, the time to STOP, the ability to write with two hands or anything at all that will pull her out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Esther is stuck in a complicated spider web made up of stress, time constraints, pressure. And if she does not find her way out, she will soon be suck into the hole so deep that she will never be able to climb out again. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-5439309131095979358?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5439309131095979358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5439309131095979358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5439309131095979358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5439309131095979358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html' title='RANT!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3941576389100160122</id><published>2009-09-25T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:07:36.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Funtastic Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALL AMERICAN REJECTS-MOVE ALONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the song I need during this stressful times. Now why does Malaysian radio stop bringing in songs like that? I have given up listening to Malaysian radio and have resorted to the Internet for my source of good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IELTS, Maths Test, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Physics Test, Maths Project and Bio presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; all in a week. I foresee a crazy week ahead. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking about whether or not to go for AAR's concert. I mean, the tickets are already so difficult to get because they decided not to put it on sale. Another thing it's on 10 October, right after IELTS writing. Some might say "ALL THE MORE YOU SHOULD GO!!". Bluek. Not sure yet. Because if the test ends late, I will need to rush there and I might not get a good place. Plus, it's at Central Park Avenue, so not sure if the sound is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to go too? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3941576389100160122?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3941576389100160122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3941576389100160122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3941576389100160122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3941576389100160122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/funtastic-music_5966.html' title='Funtastic Music'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-5855449634975734878</id><published>2009-09-22T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:41:46.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ee-yore, Ah Zi Ah Zo, Hazelnut...</title><content type='html'>As I was looking at the words that make up this title, I could not help but smile at all the funny and unique memories we had together and how much I am going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also realize that everytime I see cute and cuddly teddy bears, I am going to think about how you will love it and how you would say it is cute too. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Hazelnut chocolate will definitely remind me of you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to miss those times when we were out together for a movie, out for a meal or just merely window-shopping for unnecessary things but it still felt like a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to miss the times we spend together during high school, nerding together and talking about the most random stuffs on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to miss the bus rides we had take to and fro everyday for more than 3 years, the conversations we had before boarding the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to miss stopping by your house to pick you up or drop you back, or vice versa and the car pool rides we always had or even taking the public transport together whether it is waiting for a broken down KTM, the LRT, the Mid Valley bus or any Rapid KL bus for that matter. (I think we build a lot of our friendship via transportation glitches =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to miss the times where we talk and share a bit about HK dramas and the handsome guys involved=P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to miss your cute and sweet nature. Those characters just defines you so well. =) You have also been a very understanding friend. Thanks for everything!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384331880240905186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Srj9UVKR--I/AAAAAAAAARI/JDPKIXNo7GI/s320/P1010431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cupcakes courtesy of Zanariah's sister. Oh they're yummy too!=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOOD LUCK. I hope you will find your dream in UCL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Play hard but study harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care and be safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy yourself while you are there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do keep in touch. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See you in a years time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384330467759772514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Srj8CHQiU2I/AAAAAAAAARA/O9y3uwdgL98/s320/P1010433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I loove the new haircut! XD&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/4687744266848952900-5855449634975734878?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/5855449634975734878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=5855449634975734878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5855449634975734878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/5855449634975734878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ee-yore-ah-zi-ah-zo-hazelnut.html' title='Ee-yore, Ah Zi Ah Zo, Hazelnut...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Srj9UVKR--I/AAAAAAAAARI/JDPKIXNo7GI/s72-c/P1010431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8203434237699032326</id><published>2009-09-15T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:17:13.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I told myself not to cry but I still did. It must be the banner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We make it hard to say goodbye" &lt;/span&gt;glued on almost every corner of KLIA's departure hall. Or maybe it is just the departure hall itself. LOL. The real truth? I am gonna miss you a lot Zhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sq51Sx4_pCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Mw6O6RJi2rY/s1600-h/Zhen+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sq51Sx4_pCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Mw6O6RJi2rY/s320/Zhen+54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381367570244805666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehe, I like this picture a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Remember to enjoy UK and have a fun university life&lt;br /&gt;~Good luck with law (You can do anything..You're Zhen XD)&lt;br /&gt;~Play hard and study hard (I know you'll always do so =P)&lt;br /&gt;~Take care of yourself and your health while you are there&lt;br /&gt;~Remember to keep in touch once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;~Remember to blog so I know what's up in UK =)&lt;br /&gt;~Graduate as a fantastic lawyer k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sq535TAIn1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p61c8cKA7A4/s1600-h/P1010409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sq535TAIn1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p61c8cKA7A4/s320/P1010409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381370430991408978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The last moments =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a years time! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8203434237699032326?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8203434237699032326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8203434237699032326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8203434237699032326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8203434237699032326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sq51Sx4_pCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Mw6O6RJi2rY/s72-c/Zhen+54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8915159170551995825</id><published>2009-09-14T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:20:13.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>What an IDIOT!</title><content type='html'>I am already no big fan of Kanye West's music. I am not against him or anything, it is just that his music seems pretty queer to me, I do not enjoy listening to him and now he does this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9zmg4PabhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9zmg4PabhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;&lt;br /&gt;First, he has no right to go up there and interrupt a person speaking. That is outright RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he did not have to be so tactless about saying that at that moment just to disrespect others. Would he like it if it was done to him? He himself is a musician, he should understand a thing or two about RESPECT. I mean, where is the spirit of showmanship and healthy competition among musicians?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he is already a successful artist himself and he does not need to hurt the new blooming ones. Moreover, he may be a successful artist but that gives him NO RIGHT at all to condemn or disrespect others. Even the King of Music has no right to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Taylor Swift. This is one of her first special moments of her career and everything is ruined because of some dude who is too selfish to control his own feelings. She felt so awkward after the interruption and I felt sorry for her. Plus, give her a BREAK. She is only 20! And she is a girl. Whatever happened to treating girls more politely??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only conclude: WHAT AN IDIOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8915159170551995825?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8915159170551995825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8915159170551995825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8915159170551995825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8915159170551995825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-idiot.html' title='What an IDIOT!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4857984340020838079</id><published>2009-09-12T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:56:09.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Mind-boggling articles</title><content type='html'>Funny how phrases like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"...which is primarily concerned with establishing the cosmological foundation..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"...there is a tradition of anthropological generalisation about 'peoples' and comparative theory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-".....which suggest a robust normativity that comes through research and is not entirely dissipated by relativism"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...were used to discuss one of the simplest thing on Earth....&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHOPPING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a perfect example of people who use English to confuse others rather than to gain admiration or to spread an useful message. Gosh, I would rather read books on human anatomy or even analyse Shakespeare's play. Because this is the weirdest article I have ever read. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4857984340020838079?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4857984340020838079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4857984340020838079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4857984340020838079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4857984340020838079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mind-boggling-articles.html' title='Mind-boggling articles'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4967325719234869806</id><published>2009-09-07T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:47:33.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Blessed and touched.</title><content type='html'>I went out to Sunway with my housemates today. It was suppose to be a normal outing and we were on our quest to do something different like how we planned to every semester. We did whole lot of shopping (mostly window-shopping) but an ordinary outing became much sweeter and more memorable because of the wonderful things my housemates did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Jia Yi told me that they need to meet their close friend from Sarawak who happened to be in Sunway too. They asked me directions to Zen Cafe and I gave as much details as I could. Then we split since Nicole and I decided that it was best not to interfere close friends meeting up with each other. So Nicole and I went to do MORE shopping while Sam and Jia Yi went to Zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I passed by Zen while we were going to Jusco to get some things. We saw Sam and Jia Yi there and I was tempted to KPC just to meet their friends. But Nicole distracted me to Jusco and I still was blurr. We continued shopping there before taking a slow and long walk to Kim Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blurr again in Kim Gary because I initially failed to notice that Jia Yi and Sam already got us a table. Sam had to wave a paper repeatedly at me and it took me two glances before I saw them. We started playing a game involving pencils and our destiny. It sounds deep but it is pretty fun. All we did was say a question like "Which one of us will get married 1st?" Then we simply spinned the pencil, observing where it points to when it stops spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, Jia Yi said that she wanted to go to the toilet. As if I did not sense this trick from my experience from Italiannies just about a week ago, I actually fell for it AGAIN. Lol. Suddenly Nic said while spinning the pencil "Who's the belated birthday girl today?" And the pencil pointed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, Jia Yi placed a Chocolate Indulgences Cake in front of me and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" all of them announced cheerfully. Then they sang Happy Birthday and presented me with their gifts. I was so shocked throughout that entire moment that my brain was not really processing anything. LOL. We enjoyed a scrumptuous dinner afterthat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else made this outing a great one? When I was just about to enter MNG, I met my pseudo-twin. She was doing some last-minute shopping. I was so happy to see her that I hug her instantly (It is a girl school thing Sam, really=P) because I know that there aren't many chances to meet up with her during the weekdays and she will be leaving Malaysia soon. Then, I was just thinking about our "coincidence" again. Only twins can think about coming to the same place on the same day, no? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day did not end with the dinner because we decided to watch G.I. Joe. I was actually very skeptical about this show before I watched it, which is why I never really took the initiative to ask my friends out for that movie. It was the same old perception I developed with Transformers; it is a "guy-movie", it is probably packed with loads of action and shooting scenes and absolutely no logical storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was not entirely right as the movie did not turn out that bad. It was not as mind-blowing as Transformers 1, (which got me more excited  than my dad halfway through the show) but it was pretty cool. The concept of the technology gadgets were creative and cool but there were some parts where the CGI flaws were so glaring! But the technology gadgets that they use can really make you go "WHOA.....!".LOL. Oh, and it did have a pretty good storyline but a little cliche at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the character I thought was the coolest is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORM SHADOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inadawords.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/storm-shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 354px;" src="http://inadawords.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/storm-shadow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO CRAZILY COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Clad in a neat, nifty, and crease-free white ninja suit, this character attacks his enemies by using a shuriken from a distant and a samurai sword for melee combat. He was trained by a Japanese teacher and his archrival is Snake Eyes. However, he is proud and expects to be the best everytime he fights. So yea, he is evil and an agent of Cobra(the enemies of G.I. Joe). But he is so smart when dressed in the suit. Plus, I do have a high affinity for white attires..so maybe that's why I like this character. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.kansascity.com/smedia/2009/08/06/08/290-PK19DS09194crp.standalone.prod_affiliate.81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 235px;" src="http://media.kansascity.com/smedia/2009/08/06/08/290-PK19DS09194crp.standalone.prod_affiliate.81.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doesn't he look cooler than the black one?=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.kansascity.com/smedia/2009/08/06/08/375-PK18DS09163crp.standalone.prod_affiliate.81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 244px;" src="http://media.kansascity.com/smedia/2009/08/06/08/375-PK18DS09163crp.standalone.prod_affiliate.81.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Storm Shadow and arch rival Snake Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2425312195_05453e8677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2425312195_05453e8677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Storm Shadow and the Baroness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that was a bit about my outing. I loooooovee all the presents you guys gave me. Thanks! and see you tomorrow XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know....I should pack. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4967325719234869806?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4967325719234869806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4967325719234869806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4967325719234869806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4967325719234869806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessed-and-touched.html' title='Blessed and touched.'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2425312195_05453e8677_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2495762911261933154</id><published>2009-09-05T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:36:36.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The new thing</title><content type='html'>I have been introduced to something new quite awhile ago but I only decided to say it out now. Initially, I was unsure how this would turn out to be so I decided to keep it a secret and slowly tell the others until I was sure that I am in love with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up this because the course is shorter (I am thinking on the practical side of things since I will be flying next year) and also because this is the only way to easily carry music around. Yes, I can't go by a day without hearing any music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I knew I liked this all along but I just never got the time and focus to do it. I remember when I was younger, I used a badminton racket as a substitute, pretending like I knew how to play. But I always never had the courage to really commit to it.....not until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself a basic one and now I can't stop playing it. LOL. My fingers hurt initially, but I still like it. Mine is called the "Big Baby". Haha. It keeps me company when I am bored. Although it is unusual for people of my age to be beginners at this, but hey, it is never too late for anything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SqI-t1vxHwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GdsDWaDYQFQ/s1600-h/DSC00564.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/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SqI-t1vxHwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GdsDWaDYQFQ/s400/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377929862276259586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What else makes a music junkie happier than this?XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I slept the entire day today, most likely due to me PMS-ing. I never really had such a severe one before. My mood was just BAD the entire morning. But the sleep helps and I feel much better now. But now I have piled up work to complete. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2495762911261933154?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2495762911261933154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2495762911261933154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2495762911261933154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2495762911261933154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-thing.html' title='The new thing'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SqI-t1vxHwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GdsDWaDYQFQ/s72-c/DSC00564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2993377336668225930</id><published>2009-08-29T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:23:20.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BIRTHDAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Why is 19 so cool?</title><content type='html'>-19 is the final "teenth" year according to my friend, which means that I only have a year left as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got lovely birthday messages from my friends via sms and Facebook. Even the Russia doctor messaged me when she touched down Nizhny. Looooove u. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I share it with 3 people who happen to be very close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I went out with one of the birthday girls for a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The movie was "Up", to me the most heartfelt, meaningful and touching movie by Pixar. Plus we watched it in 3D...which makes it even cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Other than meeting up with my best friend today, I met up with 2 ex-college friends I haven't seen in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We ate at Italiannies for lunch. The set was good especially the mushroom soup and Charles' fried zucchini. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was surprised by my best friend (the other birthday girl) with a bread pudding. We even made the Italiannies waiters confused on who's birthday it was. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was given 3 options: To sing, to dance or to give speech. Without further thought, I chose the first one since the latter two does not define me at all. LOL. I attempted to sing "Negaraku" as an escape but they limited my choices. So I sang a Westlife song in the end. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We talked and laughed about the most random things in the world. And we also ate until we drop dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We went shopping for accesories (Sorry Charles, majority wins and girls get to decide where to shop=P). The most important part here was spending time with friends=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I manage to get Reader's Digest for half the price! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My mum met me in One Utama. We had dinner at Dragon-I (MORE FOOD=7th HEAVEN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I only got home at 2320 hours. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why 19th birthdays are COOL. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WEI ZHEN AND NISHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2993377336668225930?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2993377336668225930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2993377336668225930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2993377336668225930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2993377336668225930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-is-19-so-cool.html' title='Why is 19 so cool?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7394172402003305638</id><published>2009-08-25T08:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:02:37.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Oh, be patient!</title><content type='html'>After having a dream related to the same thing TWICE, I feel compelled to note down every detail of the awkward dreams I have been having. I often have dreams in the morning when I decide to resume back to sleep after a mere 5 minutes of being wide awake. Those are the times where the dreams become so queer that it feels disturbing. But this one was not that weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1-Friday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole 9M1, 9M2 and 9M3 have touched down a foreign place. Everyone but me was excited and happy. I on the other hand was confused about my whereabouts. It took me a whole 5 minutes before I realized that I was in India and university life had begun. I felt lost for a moment instead of being geared up to face medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was a large blank space between that moment and my moment in reality, like a drama lacking a few important episodes. I knew clearly that I could not recall sitting for my Edexcel exam and saying goodbye to my friends in college headed for other medical schools but I did not suspect it was a dream. That always happens right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I discarded off my confusion as a short term memory loss and I slowly absorb the surroundings. It looked like how I have partially imagined: Nice warm Malaysian weather, greenery.  But in the middle of all that, I found a oil palm plantation, (I told you, awkward dreams) which got me staring blankly at it. I took a few pictures while the seniors gave us a tour until my battery ran out. I ask one of my friend who has a similar camera as mine to lend me his charger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my vision of greenery slowly became a green wall. I woke up and found myself in bed. I did a reality check and oh!...it is still 2009. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2- Tuesday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All students headed for Manipal were called for an urgent meeting. In that meeting, they informed us that we will be flying to India in the next 2 days. This time, everyone of us felt perplexed by the sudden announcement. "What about A-Levels?" one of us ask. They told us it was not necessary and the explanation stops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and lost. I was thinking to myself the exact same thing. WHAT ABOUT A-LEVELS? I have not even entered medical school with 4 solid A's like how we promised our Chemistry lecturer. I am not given the chance to say goodbye to my other college friends, no time to gorge down every Malaysian food I can get my hands on before going. It felt.....FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we head home and packed up our stuff and arrived at KLIA, donned in our smart black official coats. The plane tickets were distributed and my parents were as confused as me. But they told me about 101 do's and don'ts while being overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I absorbed in the pseudo-reality that I am really leaving the country and starting university life. But just when I was about to board the plane, the whole place gradually dimmed into darkness. When, the darkness was finally over, there it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...THE DARN GREEN WALL OF MY ROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one can perfectly conclude: Oh..............it was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dreams felt so real and silly at the same time. I seriously believe it is partly due to the fact that so many are leaving the country in the next few weeks while EVERYONE from Sri Aman that I am close to are starting university life. But, is it also because I am too excited to enter medical school too? I know that sounds funny, but having two related dreams within a short time frame is not just a coincidence. But the former one should be the more probable reason. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suddenly, joining Vanu in IMU while I am free doesn't seem like a bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to slow down here and enjoy college life properly. Come on, as much as I am excited about examining cadavers and memorizing every bone in the body, I still want to aim for my 4 A's for Edexcel. Like my Chemistry teacher always said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enter medical school with solid A's, or not you're bound to suffer while you're there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-7394172402003305638?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7394172402003305638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7394172402003305638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7394172402003305638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7394172402003305638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-be-patient.html' title='Oh, be patient!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6113792122495564618</id><published>2009-08-23T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:05:01.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Who invented Calculus??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE INTEGRATION OVERDOSE SYNDROME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Also known as the "Integration Disorder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Causes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary cause would be due to the scheme of work for Maths Sem 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scheme of work for Maths (Semester 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integration&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Algebra 2 (Includes Partial Fractions=Partial &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integration&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integration&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integration&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integration&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Equations 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other factors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too many Maths rules to remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did not memorize double angles formula&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last minute revision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Symptoms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling sick when one is staring at the Intergration symbol&lt;br /&gt;-Questioning who discovered Calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Eh, who discovered Calculus ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Some guy name Sthg Calculus la...who else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Why? You think is John Calculus is it? Or Jane Calculus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: *Bursts out in laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw it was Isaac Newton who discovered it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling perplexed by the endless possibilities of answers to an Intergration question&lt;br /&gt;-Maths suddenly felt like a bloody routine&lt;br /&gt;-Dreaming away in Maths class for the first time&lt;br /&gt;-Unsure of when to differentiate or intergrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Effect/Severity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Crushing of papers after trying to solve the same question for the gazillionth time&lt;br /&gt;-Redoing a whole exercise because of a simple rule&lt;br /&gt;-Developing a 3 page long working...and still did not get the answer&lt;br /&gt;-Contagious to the other subjects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: What is the difference between humoral and cell-mediated response?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: One is more humorous than the other. HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E and N: ------ *HAHAHAHAHAHA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cure/Prevention:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As usual, do plenty of exercises on Integration&lt;br /&gt;-Update notes on Integration&lt;br /&gt;-DO NOT STUDY LAST MINUTE&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep early a day before a Mathematics test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios people! Let's do better in the next Mathematics test! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6113792122495564618?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6113792122495564618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6113792122495564618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6113792122495564618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6113792122495564618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-invented-calculus.html' title='Who invented Calculus??'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-735116251273346457</id><published>2009-08-16T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:53:57.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I think I'm falling for this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallin for You-Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but&lt;br /&gt;I think I maybe&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'til I&lt;br /&gt;Know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;And we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;All around us&lt;br /&gt;I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;The emotions keep spinning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Oooooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm fallin' for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so sweet. The video is also so cute. I cannot get this out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.work.work. That is how I foresee my next week. How about you?=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-735116251273346457?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/735116251273346457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=735116251273346457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/735116251273346457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/735116251273346457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-im-falling-for-this-song.html' title='I think I&apos;m falling for this song'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-594667435349169803</id><published>2009-08-02T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:01:36.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Back to school!</title><content type='html'>Lenka reminds me of Katy Perry except that Lenka's music is not that wacky. LOL. But both have their unique style of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenka-The Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's too much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;To be something I'm not&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Out of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't get enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sun is hot&lt;br /&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just like a giant spotlight&lt;br /&gt;The people follow the sign&lt;br /&gt;And synchronize in time&lt;br /&gt;It's a joke&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;They've got a ticket to that show&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dum de dum&lt;br /&gt;dudum de dum&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dum de dum&lt;br /&gt;dudum de dum&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/p&gt;College resumes tomorrow and as usual, I could not be bothered to pack. I have not finish my Ethics project yet...Caesar have not even become a dictator yet. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-594667435349169803?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/594667435349169803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=594667435349169803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/594667435349169803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/594667435349169803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8924783479772303948</id><published>2009-08-01T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:01:49.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Reunion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; food... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; company... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of noise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of camera flashlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCCASIONAL&lt;/span&gt; screaming moments=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BUNCH&lt;/span&gt; of girls in pretty outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LIVELY&lt;/span&gt; mood in the air that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when 12 girls from high school reunite after not seeing each other for more than one year. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8924783479772303948?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8924783479772303948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8924783479772303948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8924783479772303948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8924783479772303948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/08/reunion.html' title='Reunion...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1654732928146463299</id><published>2009-07-29T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:45:18.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The bits and pieces...</title><content type='html'>Half of the unexpected holiday has passed and I did not do anything quite fruitful. I did not even manage to mop the floor, which is a five minutes job. This is not a good sign as it means that my motor is cooling off and I am returning to the "lazy-bum-couch-potato-holiday" mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did meet up with my friends for a primary school and a secondary school reunion. We also had a farewell for one of our close friends who will be going off to Indonesia for medical school. Oh, Oh, and I took pictures with MTV VJ Utt. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time was spent with checking out new music and day-dreaming. Well, I did the latter more, as usual. I do have work to do but I do not seem to be able to start it. First of all, it is Ethics and despite it being my favourite part (History..no sarcasm intended), I cannot decide if I should do about Augustus Caesar or Julius Caesar. Who was the more prominent one and who was the one that can be related to everything Rome? Blah, I can't even remember the order of Veni, Vidi, Vinci...=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also Ivan to worry about. (If you checked out my Facebook photos, you would know who is Ivan..=P) I forgot about it being in the Biology lab because I was too occupied with the accidental holidays. Every one of us was suppose to diligently check out theirs everyday except weekend but I forgot to bring it home. =/ Dang, looks like I dumped my Ivan in college. Now, how am I to start my Biology report?=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in the midst of deciding whether I want to take on something new in my life... I only told a few (Actually, only 2 people but I guess some figured out along the way of my 1001 questions). For those informed ones, I still have not reached a decision until today. There is money and commitment involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered some lovely music today too like Lenka, an Australian singer, Greenday's latest album, Daughtry's latest album and BEP's latest album. I still haven't heard all of them though. Oh, I accidentaly saw Taylor Swift's "Love Story" video on TV a few days ago and I must say, despite not being a MEGA fan of the song, the video is quite good. It is quite nicely done, with a simple but sweet storyline in it..and yes the guy is handsome. =P I checked out his identity and this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBgBsBgYhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9o3g1t7Ixo/s1600-h/pic08.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/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBgBsBgYhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9o3g1t7Ixo/s400/pic08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363892738311873042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBgJceLOXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rTStPv48xzg/s1600-h/justin-gaston-buckle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBgJceLOXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rTStPv48xzg/s400/justin-gaston-buckle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363892871576107378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBfgBiTzlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2-ELPvlrC4o/s1600-h/Justin_Gaston_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBfgBiTzlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2-ELPvlrC4o/s400/Justin_Gaston_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363892159971053138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Justin Gaston, a contestant from Nashville Star, another reality show similar to American Idol. He is currently an underwear model...and not necessarily the good-boy type. Lol. He is dashingly handsome, isn't he? The only turn off? He use to date Miley Cyrus....=/ Haha sorry lah, but I don't really like Miley Cyrus because she is a little too overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, the little parts of my life now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1654732928146463299?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1654732928146463299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1654732928146463299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1654732928146463299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1654732928146463299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/bits-and-pieces.html' title='The bits and pieces...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SnBgBsBgYhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9o3g1t7Ixo/s72-c/pic08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-3878644960462173347</id><published>2009-07-26T07:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:26:57.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's gloomy</title><content type='html'>It is a Sunday morning. While people often relate Sunday mornings to sunshine and happiness, today seems rather gloomy. It is not because of the rainy weather but the news that saddens  my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed the news on the top left hand corner of Star this morning, you will know that Malaysia has lost a great person today. Yasmin Ahmad, a name common to the majority of Malaysians passed away yesterday at 11.25pm at the Damansara Specialist Hospital due to massive bleeding in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not sure or do not know who she is, Yasmin Ahmad is a famous Malaysian film director that has brought us Sepet, Gubra and the recent Talentime. She is also the woman behind all the heartfelt and touching advertisements by Petronas aired during Malaysian festive seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have never actually watched any of her movies, but I always loved all her advertisements. Every one of them grabs your attention and makes you ponder about the little things in life we took for granted, unlike the shampoo adverts with CGI-ed hairs that makes you walk away from your TV screen. Her advertisements are always about family and racial unity and some of her advertisements even moved me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very lucky to have met her and listen to her talk when she came to Taylors to provide tips on how to make thought-provoking advertisements. Although that had nothing to do with A-Levels, all of us even persuaded our Maths teacher to allow us to postpone class just so we could attend it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours ago, Malaysia lost a great person. Never will there be another advertisement as heartfelt and as attention-grabbing as Yasmin Ahmad's. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Old and abandoned"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can be really heartless to dump their sickly parents at government hospitals with the lame excuse of not having enough time and money to take care of them. How can one possibly forget about what parents have to sacrifice and to go through just to make sure that we can have a decent life once they are not around anymore? How they had to deal with our behaviour, immaturity and demanding needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just too irresponsible and ungrateful to leave them especially when they are not well. Even if one had no choice but to sacrifice some space, time and money to take care of them, it is imperative that we make those sacrifices. They never complained taking care of us, so why should we? We do not love them by dumping them elsewhere, showering them with money but no attention. Love and care is what most parents are vying from their children. So, does dumping sounds right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one case where this old lady have SEVEN daughters and not one of them were willing to take care of her. Imagine that! SEVEN!  While she could raise 7 of them to be worthy individuals just by being a humble rubber tapper. The saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One mother can take care of TEN children, but ten children may not necessarily be able to take care of ONE mother."&lt;/span&gt; totally fits here. So, why can't we appreciate our mum's greatness just by spending time with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a gloomy Sunday morning...it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-3878644960462173347?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/3878644960462173347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=3878644960462173347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3878644960462173347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/3878644960462173347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-gloomy.html' title='It&apos;s gloomy'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6259036541229389412</id><published>2009-07-24T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:35:53.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Motor?</title><content type='html'>I finally got my hands on this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SmnGdIKMS0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/qRSz54L_mz8/s1600-h/DSC00557.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/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SmnGdIKMS0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/qRSz54L_mz8/s400/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035035070024514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being RM35 just for the disc with no lyrics provided unlike other albums, this album is worth it. This is the kind of album that will make you dream away your day in fantasy land. I know that day-dreaming is bad but hey, everybody needs a little escape from reality every now and then eh? It is so easy to fall in love with her songs, mostly made great with her natural voice, creative lyrics and soothing background tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is perfect for long road trips as it does provide that country and laidback feeling. It is also great for that lazy Sunday morning on the beach or just at home. It is a fantastic way out from stressful days and acts as a wonderful migraine -reliever. I dare say that there is not a song to dislike in this album unless you were never a fan of soothing and dreamy music.  But I still recommend it to all that loves easy listening genre of music. Heehee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study motor just warmed up at the start of this week because I managed to face the past, put it away and reprogrammed myself into a geek again. I am now ready to fight back and give my best to face hell semester. I am ready to get overdosed with Organic Chemistry and whatever that is held in store for me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...when the motor was warm enough for the ride, there comes along quarter semester break. It is all because of the flu. Now, my motor is ready but there will be no class for a week. =/ I think I was born a geek to say that I love classes...or maybe this holidays was just TOO unexpected that it does not seem fun anymore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall keep my motor warm for now and I won't let it cool off because the last time I did that, I almost messed up my Physics (actually I think I did...=S)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6259036541229389412?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6259036541229389412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6259036541229389412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6259036541229389412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6259036541229389412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/motor.html' title='Motor?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SmnGdIKMS0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/qRSz54L_mz8/s72-c/DSC00557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6306719424233376079</id><published>2009-07-19T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:43:54.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Eat until you drop!</title><content type='html'>I stayed back last Friday because I joined another 60 people for a retreat to Penang. It was a bit like a reward for our hardwork, dedication and effort (exaggeration) we put to make MMS week a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus trip was long and it made me realise how BIG Perak was. I think we only spent a hour in Selangor and another from mainland Penang to the island while the rest was at Perak. The bus stopped by Tapah for a break and I knew I had to get my hands on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunkin Donuts&lt;/span&gt; when I saw an outlet there. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the bus trip was spent sleeping until we finally arrived at the mainland. Ca Wei explained the details of buildings there randomly. When, the bus was on the Penang bridge, everyone pretended to be amazed by the view just to mock the Penangites.  They did the same for Komtar, Tesco, traffic jam and Rapid Penang. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjung Bungah hotel is amazing but all of us did not get the room with the seaview. The minute we arrived, we had the chance to enjoy the seabreeze. It was fun at first because it makes you feel light-headed and free of any worries but when it is continuous and never ending, you will start to feel like a huge fan blowing at speed 5 when you are trying to comb your hair. LOL. Plus, the salt carried together made our skin sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older generation always told us to avoid the sea at all costs especially when something like tsunami have occured before. But with the white sandy beach and the refreshing waves of water, who cares? We spend the entire afternoon playing freezbie at the beach, making sandcastles, writing symbols on the beach and enjoying the splashes of waves that sometimes cause us to drift away a little. The sea really made me feel calm and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the beach before it became dark. Dinner was served at about 7pm. It was a BBQ buffet dinner. There was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sausages, lamb chops, chicken satay, kebab, buns, lobsters, cakes, icecream, jellies, pastries, fried rice, salad and unlimited amount of coffee&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, with about 60 hungry youngsters, the hotel would definitely record a sharp loss in profit that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was spent playing Mafia and then all of us slept peacefully in a well equipped and comfortable hotel room. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started with buffet breakfast. There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;milk, cereal, toasted bread, pastries, sausages, bread pudding, fried egg, nasi lemak, ham, and orange juice &lt;/span&gt;You might think that most of us would decline the offer after we were stuffed the night before but you are VERY WRONG. We ate a lot again, as if we haven't ate for 3 days. Well, that's another loss in profit for the hotel. Then we spent time at the beach again until noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought the food galore is over, think again. Do you really think we are going to leave Penang without having a taste of the local delicacies? =P. So off we went to Penang Road and we were allowed to roam the streets for about 2 hours ++. Thank God for Basil, a true Penangite who manage to bring us to eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;char kuay teow, lo-bak, laksa and cendol&lt;/span&gt; all in one go! We even still had the appetite to chuck down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chestnuts and junk food&lt;/span&gt; into our systems afterthat! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we know our limits and which is why none of us were in the mood to eat we stopped by Tapah to allow the Muslims to pray. I still had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate-riched waffle&lt;/span&gt; though...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only arrived home at 10pm. I was super tired but I had a lot of fun and food and became closer to many people. Which is why I like school trips. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6306719424233376079?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6306719424233376079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6306719424233376079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6306719424233376079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6306719424233376079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-until-you-drop.html' title='Eat until you drop!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-84924894536504861</id><published>2009-07-09T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:13:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SlXQz7TsuII/AAAAAAAAAPo/tX0fDfPVmSA/s1600-h/image-upload-199-799332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SlXQz7TsuII/AAAAAAAAAPo/tX0fDfPVmSA/s320/image-upload-199-799332.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is what i get for knowing who is the father of medicine. Happy i am. :D &lt;/span&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/4687744266848952900-84924894536504861?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/84924894536504861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=84924894536504861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/84924894536504861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/84924894536504861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SlXQz7TsuII/AAAAAAAAAPo/tX0fDfPVmSA/s72-c/image-upload-199-799332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-8759725567361002054</id><published>2009-07-05T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:56:26.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>The further and faster I choose to run from my mistakes, the nearer they approach me. Now, it is almost right IN my face. There is a lot of guilt and regrets for what I have done or more like what I never did. There is a heavy remorseful feeling inside of me of just having ideas but never taking any actions. Guilt arises due to my lack of enthusiasm, passion and integrity to perform my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to blame but myself and there should have been no excuses for this. Even time cannot be blamed for this. Actually, blaming time have always been an excuse. There are a lot of "I could have" thoughts running through my head right now. But there is nothing I can do about it. The past is the past. Time comes and time is gone. There is no turning back, no Reverse card and definitely no such thing as a time travel machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's left out of all of this? What do we have left for such limited time? I think the most important thing now is what I can do in the future. About what I can learn from this BIG mistake. About smacking myself many times for being such an idiot and start fixing the problem now and I must re-discover the enthusiasm I possessed just two years ago. I must learn more about balance. BALANCE. Again, everything seems to boil down to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I? Is there time? Is there anything left to repair or fix?. . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-8759725567361002054?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/8759725567361002054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=8759725567361002054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8759725567361002054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/8759725567361002054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2821957827862610030</id><published>2009-07-04T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:07:52.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Mari Mari Seronok!</title><content type='html'>After spending about 2 full days in Lenggeng and another 5 full days in Intec, I am really tired that I hit the sheets the minute I got home. For the last 7 days, I think I only received about 4-5 hours of sleep per day. But it was all worth it because MMS is one of the sweetest memory in my Intec life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started in Lenggeng where I met new friends, got closer to acquaintances and thus making more close friendships and I also experienced new stuffs. The coolest thing had to be the sumpit. For those uninformed ones, sumpit is a long hollow stick used by indigenous people to hunt for food. Not to mention it is also a fun toy to play with especially if you come from the city. =P I managed to get 90 points (almost bull's eye) on my first try! =D with the help of my group members too though. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle trekking was also fun although the waterfall was not that enthralling as the one in Ampang Pecah. Here is the thing about me and jungle trekking-I keep slipping while climbing down and I admit that I am a little slow while trekking but I still love it. It must be another one of those city-girl jakunness feeling. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came back to Akasia after 2 days in Lenggeng and was getting excited to meet the juniors. I wondered a lot on Saturday as to how the experience would be like and about how I now see the world from a different point of view compared to last year. I would now be the one explaining about Intec and sharing my experiences in Shah Alam with them. Then I wondered, oh my! time flies! See, that's what you end up doing during a Saturday in Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty started on Sunday and I was one of the few "lucky" girls to participate in the Cendana team for registration. It was a complete different experience for me and I manage to explore more about Cendana rather than the first time, where I just went to the study room for ko-PLN meeting. I even got to see an example of the rooms in Cendana and compared to the girls hostel, I would say they manage to sort us out pretty well. Cendana is really meant for guys since it has no kitchen, the one thing girls love the most. =PBut the good part about Cendana is that the rooms and the study areas are more spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Ika, McLynn, Yen Ying and I) were literally the few roses left among the thorns by evening. =P But being part of this team was a fun experience especially when I get to see how GUYS GO GAGA OVER GIRLS. LOL. All of us were pretty tired by the end of the day. And no, I went back to Akasia to sleep. Sheesh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days was the real deal of meeting the juniors, fostering new friendships regardless of age and programmes and helping each other out. I was lucky to be one of the Fa-C because it was an amazing and quite challenging experience. It was not easy trying to make 35 smart eighteen-year-olds entertained for a week, but we managed pretty well. At least, I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what is MMS without games and poco-poco? We played all types of riddles and games amongst ourselves (PMs) when the juniors were attending talks. Around the World, Grandma jokes, which got Louisa staring at me demanding an answer,=D Buaya/Biawak, Zuz/Tang, Cap Kali Cap and all the purely simple-minded but entertaining games! We also joined in the fun during riadah, where I ruined my shoes while dancing too much poco-poco. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it was the end of MMS on Thursday. For some, it was a sad moment as that was their last day in Intec before they dispersed to different corners of the world. For me, it meant that it was time for hell semester to start. -.- But, all in all, most of us had fun and I really hoped that the juniors feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chop chop, in less than 48 hours, it is back to college. And I haven't pack. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2821957827862610030?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2821957827862610030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2821957827862610030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2821957827862610030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2821957827862610030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/07/mari-mari-seronok.html' title='Mari Mari Seronok!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7782925876605917163</id><published>2009-06-23T08:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:05:44.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chilies!</title><content type='html'>Our family loves food more than anything else, particularly my dad. So on Father's Day, instead of getting him a present, we thought it would be better taking him out for a nice and hearty meal. Then began a long morning discussion between my mum and I about where to take him. There were so many possibilities ranging from King Crab to Madam Kwan to Tony Romas and the decision was so difficult to make because of the existence of realism. We needed to choose a place where everyone including my grandma can eat, a place with good food and worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided on Chilies. I have actually never been there for more than ten years! We use to go to the first outlet in Bangsar Shopping Mall quite frequently and it used to be called American Chilies. So we head down to Mid Valley's outlet and two words: NO REGRETS. My dad was delighted, the food was good and the price...well not something you would for everyday but it is definitely more worth it than Tony Romas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350322614925816098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAqEjBkcSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/S8OMyo6s3rM/s400/P1010157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Chicken Fajita. Come with a bread and some topping. This is amazing and unique. The chicken is juicy and tender and the onion is sweet. Goes well with the toppings too. But it is quite filling.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331391120703602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAyDY5fAHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yV8TYjWfLAY/s400/P1010160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Crispy Chicken. Tastes a bit like the Chinese Marmite Chicken but this is not so sweet. The sauce is spicy sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350330447309458082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAxMc7WSqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9XxQBaVezsQ/s400/P1010159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Portobello. Not that good. The chicken is quite flat and the herbs have a weird characteristic taste. Oh but notice the big blob of whitish thing. That is mashed potato. And that was delicious!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350328565078416258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAve5Ef24I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AdhNqVcmOqI/s400/P1010158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Lamb...I forgot the full name of the dish.=P Basically it is lamb. Serve with the scrumptious mashed potato again. The lamb is tender and well marinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, dessert is a NECESSITY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAz8aDfNMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xkvNkYQIKNQ/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350333470195266754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAz8aDfNMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xkvNkYQIKNQ/s400/P1010161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mouth Watering Molten Chocolate Cake. (Ok, I added the first 3 words..lol). A hot and moist chocolate cake with a cold low fat ice cream on top of it. And on top of that, chocolate sauce and caramel. Heavily sinful to the waist but heavenly to the tongue! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything came up to about RM175 and we were stuffed! The portions are so big and I am sure two Malaysian girls can share a plate of the main course. It is quite worth it although you can't have this everyday because you'll be broke and you'll wind up in the hospital soon enough. Overall, we were happy but my dad was the HAPPIEST. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-7782925876605917163?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7782925876605917163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7782925876605917163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7782925876605917163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7782925876605917163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/06/chilies.html' title='Chilies!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SkAqEjBkcSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/S8OMyo6s3rM/s72-c/P1010157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1497604894426155516</id><published>2009-06-21T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:01:38.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Crooning to a lovely song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sj2Td5OHLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/I9ILHLBMBDY/s1600-h/202113883_4c0b53dde5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sj2Td5OHLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/I9ILHLBMBDY/s400/202113883_4c0b53dde5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349594074171518082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duffy-Warwick Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the entrance of the tube&lt;br /&gt;We can talk things over a little time&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you won't step out of line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Please drop the past and be true&lt;br /&gt;Don't think we're okay just because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for the last time, baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving, but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused, out of my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving, but I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend an hour but no more than two&lt;br /&gt;Our only chance to speak once more&lt;br /&gt;I showed you the answers; now here's the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, baby, that we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for the last time, baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused, out of my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving, but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free;  baby, you've hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together&lt;br /&gt;I wished for better,&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;Now it's departed -- I'm broken hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we never started&lt;br /&gt;All those days spent together&lt;br /&gt;When I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving, but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you hurt me, you don't love me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free;  baby, you've hurt me.   &lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you celebrating Father's Day today? I am in a discussion with my mum about that now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1497604894426155516?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1497604894426155516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1497604894426155516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1497604894426155516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1497604894426155516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/06/crooning-to-lovely-song.html' title='Crooning to a lovely song...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Sj2Td5OHLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/I9ILHLBMBDY/s72-c/202113883_4c0b53dde5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-2051128800250827841</id><published>2009-06-12T09:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:31:06.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Kantoi! =D</title><content type='html'>Check out this Malaysian singer: Zee Avi. She was featured in StarTwo a few weeks back and her song, "Bitterheart" is already playing on FlyFM. "Bitterheart" is a nice, relaxing song. Her voice resembles a bit of Norah Jones. She is based in US and is signed under BrushFire records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she has a song entitled "Kantoi". No kidding. It is super hilarious and completely Malaysian. It is mix English and BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam I call you, you tak answer&lt;br /&gt;You kata you keluar pergi dinner&lt;br /&gt;You kata you keluar dengan kawan you&lt;br /&gt;But when I called Tommy he said it wasn't true&lt;br /&gt;So I drove my car pergi Damansara&lt;br /&gt;Tommy kata maybe you tengok bola&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila I sampai, you, you tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Lagilah I jadi gila&lt;br /&gt;So I called and called sampai you answer&lt;br /&gt;You kata "Sorry sayang tadi tak dengar"&lt;br /&gt;"My phone was on silent, I was at the gym"&lt;br /&gt;Tapi latar belakang suara perempuan lain&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah sayang, I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that your words were never true&lt;br /&gt;Why am I with you? I pun tak tahu!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder lah my friends pun tak suka you&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's the end of our story&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, she accepted his apology&lt;br /&gt;Tapi last last kita dapat tahu she was cheating too&lt;br /&gt;With her ex-boyfriend's best friend.....&lt;br /&gt;Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;Kantoi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-2051128800250827841?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/2051128800250827841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=2051128800250827841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2051128800250827841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/2051128800250827841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kantoi-d.html' title='Kantoi! =D'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-1370875804373475834</id><published>2009-06-11T09:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:35:26.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Real Winners?</title><content type='html'>I did not really follow up with Susan Boyle after her brilliant performance at the first audition because I was too caught up with the American Idol hype. I knew who she was and how good was she based on the 1st performance but I only managed to watch the video once in the midst of exams. Plus, my mum wanted to watch that video over and over again, so no chance for me. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to watch the video of her first audition again. OMG! She is AMAZING! Her voice is so angelic and inspiring. It is like a breath of fresh air on a lovely morning. This is the second time I watched her video and I noticed that she has a very sweet voice and a graceful mannerism. Her attitude is a little weird but unique and original in a way. Plus, she is always so bright and bubbly like a little sunshine. People might not notice that the first time since our eyes are fooled by her not-so-good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty sad that she is only discovered at this age. She actually sang some songs for charity purposes or casually at bars when she was much younger but nobody cared at that time. She is  a the victim of the cruel entertainment industry where talent really comes after looks. If she had the face of say Miley Cyrus (no offense), she might have been a legend by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, she proved to the world that talent and a little bit of faith is all you need to conquer the entertainment industry. She even got Simon Cowell smiling at every one of her performance. It is sad that she did not win Britain's Got Talent. Not trying to say that Diversity is bad or anything but didn't Britons realise the grand prize of the show is perform in front of the Queen? Yea Diversity has cool dance moves but I do not really think that the Queen will be that interested. She might not show it as a sign of politeness but I am pretty sure she would prefer Susan Boyle singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is up with today's reality shows?? It is like nobody loves to support the predictable winner anymore and in the finals the majority swerve to support the other side just to upset the outcome and create some unpredictability. First American Idol, now this!... Haish. Sometimes, I kinda give up trying to root for reality show contestant...feels like it is a all fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a loyal Glambert, I always look up news about him. I saw The Star today and he admitted that he is gay. Not really that surprised because I already suspected and was up to 85% sure that he is. I also like the fact that he does not try to un-gay himself like most actors do and then drop the bomb that their gay a few years later. He shows it through his eye-liner, fashion style and attitude. Maybe that's why I still love his songs no matter what. But it did spooked me a little when he said that he finds Kris Allen attractive. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Sam, even Adam Lambert likes your "sexy beast" LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-1370875804373475834?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/1370875804373475834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=1370875804373475834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1370875804373475834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/1370875804373475834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-winners.html' title='The Real Winners?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7583253868526270470</id><published>2009-06-10T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:13:18.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Free from the Indian Summer</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I am so in love with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Si8IVg_GTLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xTXNltFI3jo/s1600-h/51nImR06PbL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Si8IVg_GTLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xTXNltFI3jo/s320/51nImR06PbL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345500448436931762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin DeGraw is such an amazing singer. He has a unique voice and a high creativity in making unforgettable and infectious music. I listen to this every morning and I never get bored of it. This album may have slower songs compared to his previous album, but the lyrics are near perfect with more meaningful lyrics. I can feel the effort and passion placed in making every track of this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe I am too in love with this album. I recommend it to all Gavin DeGraw fans and to those who love soulful singers. It is one AWESOME album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should get back to Bio Unit 3...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-7583253868526270470?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7583253868526270470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7583253868526270470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7583253868526270470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7583253868526270470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-from-indian-summer.html' title='Free from the Indian Summer'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/Si8IVg_GTLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xTXNltFI3jo/s72-c/51nImR06PbL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-4351474484891822629</id><published>2009-06-06T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:13:44.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Pit of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>This is probably the third time I clicked "New Post" without being able to write anything. It is one of those periods where I lack inspiration to do anything even to having fun. It is one very devastating period (exaggeration) and I shall not let it repeat itself as I will publish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed it on the fact that my mind has been so pre-occupied with Bio Unit 3. This project has really suck all my inspiration dry until even blogging seems so difficult and I start to stare blankly on monitor screens a lot trying to understand EF4T surgery...Lol, that is what happens when I decided to attempt such a topic. The difficulties I face with this topic have cause me to fall into a pit of procrastination where I waste my time away with silly Facebook quizzes and games like Heroes 3. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall not give up so easily. Let's put it this way-I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO GIVE UP AND START OVER. I just need books and more resources to increase the accuracy of my project. And I need to stop procrastinating! Need more self-believe in this topic and this project overall because with self-believe comes enthusiasm and with enthusiasm comes productivity (So Spiderman) and evading procrastination will be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, I went out for a movie date with Zhen. We watched Terminator Salvation. The robots were cool (especially the motorbike), Christian Bale was cooler and Sam Worthington was the coolest.=P But the show was a bit of a guy-movie packed with all the deafening shooting and blasting off scenes. So unless you are a fan that watches most of the previous Terminator movies or you are interested to know the real story or you just love all the shooting, this movie might not appeal to you. For me, I like it since the only Terminator movie I did not watch was the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch that was at Wendy's. It was my first time trying out their food and it is quite nice although I still prefer Carls Jr. But I like the side orders that Wendy's served-Baked potatoes. Not enough sour cream given though or maybe I love sour cream too much!=D. And it was interesting to see that there was such thing as 1/2 pound and 3/4 pound burger patty. 1/4 patty and single was more than enough for me, so I wonder which Malaysian can actually devour triple 3/4 pound patties?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, writing this blogpost is one of the things that are keeping me in procrastination. I need to go back to my project. I shall climb out of this pit and work my way to the end of Bio Unit 3 in about 20 days time. Shyte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-4351474484891822629?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/4351474484891822629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=4351474484891822629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4351474484891822629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/4351474484891822629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/06/pit-of-procrastination.html' title='Pit of Procrastination'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-9167107051123180114</id><published>2009-05-27T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:10:21.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Kill Time with Pizza!</title><content type='html'>I shall admit one thing right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM EVADING WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? By killing time playing Facebook games which I know are useless and worthless like Jetpack Pizza and Word Whiz. Alright, maybe Word Whiz is not that bad since it is educational...in a way. Or I play more worthy games like Heroes 3 but then again, since when there is such thing as a "worthy game"? I bet gamers would not agree on this. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also by flipping TV channels, visiting meaningless gossip websites and watching drama. Oh and googling nonsensical stuff. I count House MD as educational too so watching it is not a waste of time =P And also by sleeping extra (10 hours minimum) just so that I would not have to figure out how to spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how that happens when I actually have a Bio project due the first day of the 3rd semester. It is true what Yee Min says, the name "holiday" is really just a name. The real deal is actually a break to ponder on one's mistakes and last minute-ness last semester so that one can buck up and pre-study some A2 stuff. Most importantly, it is time given to complete projects and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after slaving myself for 3 weeks, I think I feel exhausted that when I come back home, I run to my bed and sleep until I forget about reality. It has been 1.5 weeks since I laze around the house doing nothing beneficial (except finally discovering how to play the most difficult part in Yiruma's "River Flows in You") and this has to STOP. I cannot keep going on rotting myself away at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I try to start on my project, I keep getting mindblocks. I am not sure if those were really mindblocks or they were created after a paranoia of sleeping for only 1 hour to complete the project only to find out that it is completely wrong.  =.=. I have to get rid of those mindblocks as soon as possible because time is really running out. Unlike most Intec students that return only on the 7th of July, I have to rush back on the 24th of June to help Intec juniors to acclimatised themselves to hostel life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to look for inspiration and motivation. I am still finding where I misplaced it. I must have left it in Shah Alam. Hopefully, I can find it this weekend when I return there for Relay for Life. This is my first time going for this. Should be fun, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-9167107051123180114?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/9167107051123180114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=9167107051123180114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/9167107051123180114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/9167107051123180114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/05/kill-time-with-pizza.html' title='Kill Time with Pizza!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-6564748003784824326</id><published>2009-05-22T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:48:44.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Guitarman won...</title><content type='html'>I accidentally saw the front page of Star Two. Yeap, Kris Allen is the new American Idol Season 8. I would be lying if I said I was not a wee bit bitter at all. I was rooting for Adam Lambert all along but when he opened the show with "Mad World", deep down, I was like "Shoot! Bad choice!". I mean yea, he had a standing ovation from Simon Cowell for that song, but because of that he has a lot to live up to. And it is not easy to spark the same magic twice on a live stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Adam caught up with Simon Fuller's choice of song, but when it came down to the third song, I had this nagging feeling at the back of my head that the tables might turn. "No Boundaries" really suited Kris Allen much more. But of course, I was still hoping that Adam Lambert will be able to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it is to be reminded that it is after all American IDOL. People always say it is just about singing, that it is only a singing competition but it is more than that. It is not called "America's Next Top Singer" for a reason. The crowned American Idol must not only sing well but must be able to portray a good, clean image. I must say, in that case Kris beats Adam flat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am not that sad because both Guitarman and Showman are both fantastic in their own ways. I would have been furious if Danny Gokey was the winner instead. I have a thing against Danny Gokey, honestly. He is such an over-confident, boring, unoriginal wannabe. At least Kris Allen and Adam Lambert are humble and true to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they both will be fantastic singers in their own genre. But sorry to say, I stay true to my word when I say that Adam Lambert's album is the first I would get if I had to choose between the two.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this season was one of the best of all. I feel that even the top 5 is simply amazing...except for Danny Gokey. (Haha, sorry lah, I really cannot stand Danny Gokey). So all in all, congratulations to Kris Allen!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4687744266848952900-6564748003784824326?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/6564748003784824326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=6564748003784824326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6564748003784824326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/6564748003784824326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/05/guitarman-won.html' title='Guitarman won...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687744266848952900.post-7080678985325754056</id><published>2009-05-20T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:06:42.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Showman or Guitarman?</title><content type='html'>Of course Showman lah, who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This is a statement from a heavily biased and a crazy Adam Lambert fan who is already pre-judging even before watching the finals. But I just know that Adam will nail the finals like he always does week after week. Even if Guitarman wins, I will rush out to buy Adam's album. [I will get Kris's album too, but if I had to choose, Adam first!=P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.. Why can't 8tv show AI8 finals at the same time as Star World?? While a big part of the world are watching this right now, I am stuck with Il Ji Mae (cool Korean drama, thank gosh). But I do like Il Ji Mae, I just never watch the beginning so I am clueless about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slowly collecting Adam Lambert's performances in both audio and video form. Call me crazy but if you really watch each and every one of his performances, you will fall in love with him. I was just listening to his rendition of U2's "One" and I am simply amazed at this guy's singing capability. He REALLY CAN SING ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays so far has been so relaxing. No more worries about waking up early to alarms to catch up on studies. I can watch TV and go online anytime I want without feeling guilty. I can read the newspapers with a clear mind. I can watch dramas and have long afternoon naps. Gosh! Holidays are just so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching House Season 3 since Nic kindly lend me the dvd. =D. I seriously am in love with his sense of humour and sarcasm. But I do get a little blurr with the extensive medical terms used in the show. But that makes it worth watching numerous times. I have yet to analyze the episodes. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deviated from the main topic. Actually this was just another meaningless rant about Adam Lambert's AWESOME-ness. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/ShP_c0JMp4I/AAAAAAAAANg/x56Ca0aXg4I/s1600-h/n1580593403_30438086_2367465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/ShP_c0JMp4I/AAAAAAAAANg/x56Ca0aXg4I/s320/n1580593403_30438086_2367465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337890853862811522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/ShQAK7e5j6I/AAAAAAAAANo/PP5q68Ln3fE/s1600-h/ai-kris-allen-mj-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/ShQAK7e5j6I/AAAAAAAAANo/PP5q68Ln3fE/s320/ai-kris-allen-mj-night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337891646106865570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guitarman?&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/4687744266848952900-7080678985325754056?l=selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/feeds/7080678985325754056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4687744266848952900&amp;postID=7080678985325754056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7080678985325754056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4687744266848952900/posts/default/7080678985325754056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfprofessedtechie.blogspot.com/2009/05/showman-or-guitarman.html' title='Showman or Guitarman?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18193900952762589969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/SK98BDvHCQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l01J_qq12Us/S220/P1000060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwHj1dt7_4Q/ShP_c0JMp4I/AAAAAAAAANg/x56Ca0aXg4I/s72-c/n1580593403_30438086_2367465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
