<?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-5976867160969120617</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:20:39.770-08:00</updated><category term='Paraphernia'/><title type='text'>Qing's Little Piece of Sky</title><subtitle type='html'>I saw a star, I reached for it, and I missed. So I accepted the sky.”
                      Scott Fortini</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2726910869202026192</id><published>2008-09-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:04:54.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Tioman's Trip (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>For anyone who didn't know or are anticipating for discovering Tioman Island, please feel free to see &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/blacklemon"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry for not updating it, though i really, really enjoyed being at Tioman Island with another 9 psycho HELP fellas: Wai Fong jj, Carrie jj, Min Yi, David &amp;amp; Janice, Yin Foong@Ninja, Kok Wai, Amber and Bao Bei@Qian Huey. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tioman is a heaven with presence of great friends there. Thanks for giving me unforgettable memories, buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few comment to say about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus: Transnasional.&lt;br /&gt;I fell for the drivers! They are very baik; they were actually mengamalkan sikap berhati-hati di jalan raya. With their skilful driving experiences (especially in nights), they managed to finish the wee wang wang routes on the kampung roads, and they were actually on the left and middle lane in the highway! Many buses cut us though. Somehow, i feel thankful about that. One problem though; lipas-es are everywhere! From baby cockroaches, you can find exotic-looking cockroaches! While we were having breaks (at one perhentian laa~), i found half bitten green pea on Amber's seat. We didn't eat any peas though. After i observed carefully, i saw there was a small siu keong gnawing away the intis! Ew!!! I would have just scream! But being a civilized person in public, i told Amber to get me one X-Pax card lying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amber, get me the X-pax card on the floor please. (Pointing at the card)&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Huh, why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you want to be alive, just give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Amber: (Picked up the card and gave it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, most of them were curious of both of us. Finally i told the situation, while i tried to pushed both the cockroach and the pea. Amber was half way screaming. Haha, while Janice and David (sat behind us) looked at us. I didn't manage to push the pea though. It went through the seats. Lol. David, bravely! used his bare hand and slipped into the cushions to look for the cockroaches. I repeat, there were more than one. I must be crazy if i were to do the same thing as he did. Lol. I tell you, if i am going to find one boyfriend, i must choose someone who doesn't afraid of cockroaches and spiders. Because i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be Continued~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2726910869202026192?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2726910869202026192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2726910869202026192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2726910869202026192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2726910869202026192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/09/pulau-tiomans-trip-part-1.html' title='Pulau Tioman&apos;s Trip (Part 1)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-1741602294957963974</id><published>2008-08-16T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:55:24.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's An Emo Blog...</title><content type='html'>It's An Emo blog....if you are not bothered to look at it..please proceed to click on other website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's An Emo blog.....begins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...i've been emo-ing for a few nights.....duno why...guess this is the 'mourning period' when you get if you dun fully use your holidays well..i am given 2 1/2 weeks for holiday but i spent 1  and 1/2 weeks useless-ly..Yeah...i've alwiz emo actually...just sumtimes it popped out within minutes that my daily life isn't so bothered by it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alah...orang emo nak cakap apa ne? I also dunno...emo laaa.....i wan to crap and crap and crap non stop like orang ppl manyak appi...but then....no one wants to talk to me. T_T. Emo lor~~~Anyway, i wanted to watch alot of movies...going on for a movie marathon..but no money and no ppl teman like tat lor...everyone's broke. I'm pretty broke too..guess i will have to tie my stomach to survive 2nd sem...speaking of which, coming up nex nex week lor.....but nex friday results out! Kecut my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~~really really emo....lol. How many times i need to type this word again neh? Sounds really pathetic...but then...oni ppl emo when they are lonely..and yes! Yes! I admit it! I'm a loner......without my frens...i'm so lonely...despite watching movies and listening to music...i'm still soo lonely. Sigh~~~~~ actually right?! I have a bad characteristic in myself. Although it is a bad characteristics, lately i oni found out that it is sooo bad. Sigh~~what to do nia? I hate myself for having this 'bad habit'....really, really feeling like want to hide inside a dark dark big spacious room..just sit there and do nothing but to think about absolutely nothing...because i hate myself for having this bad characteristics. Sigh....even my frens also think i'm a bit siao siao...they din say it out, but i know they think like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do nia......T_T. Sumtimes i really hope i can find someone that i can called 'special' in my life..A.S.A.P. See, i'm not desperate ok..just i'm an 18 years old girl and everyone surrounding me hav someone special in their life..you can say i'm jealous/envy. it's a nature to do so. But i wont cin cai ba lang go and accept anyone so easily into my life. At the same time i'm afraid to make a commitment too. Lol. Really sakai rite me? But i can't help it. I also want to be a normal person too. Guess it's not the time yet. ..If it's so...when is it?!?? T_T. Lol, not angry at anyone, but actually asking the Almighty one above that is looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAh....emo-nye..Sob..sob...what to do? Hmm.....lately i want to hug someone so much...lol. If the 'Free Hug' activity can be found here in KL too right kan bagus? Surely i will cry like a baby after hugging. Entahlah......haih...emo-nye............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: All this happened when the blogger texted with someone.&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/5976867160969120617-1741602294957963974?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1741602294957963974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=1741602294957963974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/1741602294957963974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/1741602294957963974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-emo-blog.html' title='It&apos;s An Emo Blog...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-1145635099719838384</id><published>2008-08-13T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:38:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Pay Herng~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got shocked. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qing, Hui Qing, Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Shoulders, Ears, Hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eyes, Nose, Leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hakka, Teochew, China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;People Smoking, &lt;/span&gt;Back-Stabber, People who angry at you for something you done good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ghosts, Being on Stage, Bad Exam results (Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SHOWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Guess*3, Ghost Whisperer, &lt;/span&gt;Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE JAPANESE ANIMES/CARTOONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bokura Ga Ita, Bleach, &lt;/span&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE NON-ENGLISH SHOWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mysterious &lt;/span&gt;Guest-Yoga Lin, Bu Yao Shuo Hua-Eason Chan, Yue Ya Lun-F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A Litre of Tears, Windstruck, &lt;/span&gt;Crying out Love in the Centre of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;21, The Dark Knight, Wall-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cell-phone, Mirror, Computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pants, Underwear(that includes Bra), Shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Love, Trust, and Honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEALS TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;his smile, his ears, and his eyes. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE BAD HABITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lazy, Procrastinate, Too punctual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Scrapbooking, Taking Pictures, Dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANNA DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hug someone! Msg someone, tell someone i miss him/her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Psychology, Pscyhology, Psychology!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Japan, Korea, Pulau Redang! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Something to starts with Q, P and K. &lt;/span&gt;(No special meaning though; lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANNA DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Breath for the last time, Hug someone so tightly, Love someone until I am willing to die for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE THINGS THAT SHOW THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Attracted to Shiny Things, Love discounts, and IC. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;INITIALS OF THREE CRUSHES (current or previous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A, T, and K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THIS SURVEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yaw Kwan, Wai Sheng, Kok Peng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-1145635099719838384?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1145635099719838384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=1145635099719838384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/1145635099719838384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/1145635099719838384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-tagged.html' title='Being Tagged!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-113278779916067403</id><published>2008-08-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:12:02.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing really Special here..</title><content type='html'>Nothing really special here...really! Today i'm sooo lazy to think up a theme and write about it...not like my last posted one..semangated like hell to type, then a fren commented :kinda weird blog...oh, sorry lor for my weird blog..dun like then suen..i have one fan who read it and commented about it truly from her heart...so ter-gan dong ok my dearest! I sold you d myself, but you haven't paid me rm12 for that! Lol..Oh well...want to blog crazily like her d..her's so funny! I can't stop laughing in front of the computer monitor..and fan-ning about everything that will be going on during sem break...you see, we have plan..and to make the plan successful, we need more than people; we need something called 'm.o.n.e.y'. Oh, money is everything in here. No money, no talk is the motto in everyday's life. Even you want to go to toilet at kl, you need to pay for it. Lunch is free if you choose to eat nothing, but you will ended up eating medicine. That is money. You said sun is free, air is free. Yeah, that 'free thing' keeps you alive. When you are alive, you need money. Even if you are dead, you still need 'hell money'. OMigod, why i'm talking about money now? Oh ya, tat's my problem right now. Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i'm now keep on crapping in this blog from day to day. Forgotten to tell you, i'm now having holiday ok! So yeah!! Free, but not really free, but then again; kinda free. Lol, cool statement from lame person. Oh well, what to do nia? I'm a free people. Anyway, i'm currently planning how to spend my 2 1/2 week holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to KL Library (No, i'm not that book nerd, but i want to indulge myself within a corner fillled with books---ok, that does sound like i'm a book worm; but no, i'm going to spend my time glancing through the art book and maybe pscyhology, and business as well. I'm soooo going to be a person who will achieve HD, XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay at home (and be a good girl!)&lt;br /&gt;Now not that i'm an angel to do so, and i'm not the devil to just starting to stay home; but because, i hav no money, and to entertain myself, i need to do something about it. I will stay at home, studying (not again?!?, yeah, i scolded myself for this d), ironing clothes once a week, taking care of my baby eunice, (niece), washing clothes, and onlining, and crapping all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  (Secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (Secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that's all i can do for now for 2 1/2 weeks. I can't earn money from part-time job, who wants people who work for 2 and 1/2 weeks, not even kuli job ok! So yeah, . . once again, i'm crapping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, something i've forgotten to tell la! I'm now duno what i'm typing now. Lol. Does that matter?? Anyway...something is lifted away from my shoulder now..hmmmm..what is it? Oh ya! Money! Oh no, no no, i din kena loteri, nor i got money from the sky; but...i finally decided to use my own money to spend! Yah, i wanted to use my parents money for outing; but then again, they are money-analyst. They really know what is cheap, expensive, affordable, and not so wisely spent thingy. Oh wait...now it came back d..ouch! Poor my shoulders..T_T...Eh, wait...now i'm ok d..lol...headache..the world is spining...orbiting around it...oh..why there's some stars there? Eh! I saw a shooting star! Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DUMM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Announcement: When the blogger is typing this blog, she is currently in the mesyuarat tergempar with the psycho gang and J&amp;amp;D.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-113278779916067403?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/113278779916067403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=113278779916067403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/113278779916067403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/113278779916067403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-really-special-here.html' title='Nothing really Special here..'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-8944283516019379412</id><published>2008-07-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:57:35.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think again (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Think you know everything about me? Think again. Nope, it's not a contest; you do not win if you know the answers; you do not lose anything you don't know the answers(although eventually you will know the answers). So why don't you just scroll down and look at the Qs and As i have created for myself--and to anyone else who thought they know me; or they want to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fast Fact! (with lengthy explanations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name: Jaime @ Jamie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about my names. Ya, my names. My Chinese name; Hui Qing. Since young, only a few people who knew how to spell my name correctly; yes, included the person who asked me to spell my name for them. They either put Ching or Cing. Haha, funny yo~but i do think my name with the initial Q is cooler, and mind you! It pronounced as "ch-ing",not or "k-ing" or "que-ing". Only people with a)minor knowledge of the world history-especially the Qing Dynasty version or b) the people with fairly good command in English. People with combination of both understand how my name is properly pronounced. OR, people who asked how to pronounce my name. But i thought my name would be easier if i add nickname for me, for college purposes. People tend to remember english name rather than chinese. Like Peter or Mary. Lol, ya, that's so lame. That's why i've chosen Jaime. Pronounced as 'Jay-Me', ya know. Nvm, but people still write it as "Jamie". I also duno why i don't have 'fate' with names. But i'm not really mind how people spelt my name d, as long they spell it, with same pronunciation about it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Height &amp;amp; Weight: 152cm and 48 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, i'm that short. Ya, short. 152 IS abnormal for an 18 year-old person. 18! Can't you imagine me, standing amongst others who have the average of 165 and above?! So yeah, when i talked to anyone, i need to swing my head up into the sky and stars. And believe or not, my neck can't last for more than 10 min. They either have to a)sit down when talking to me, or b) they talk to me at a far position ,or c) don't talk to me. God knows if i can grow taller or not, since i'm reaching the maximum timing for puberty.&lt;br /&gt;And there's one fact; sometimes i care about my height, but sometimes i'm not. Really, depends on situations. IF people who are taller than me teases me, sorry but i won't be offended. But i really regrets of my traits. Haha, just slightly; especially if you want to wear a nice dress. Dress looked awful for a shorty.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You know what i really care about? Yea, my weight. It's looked nice right? Wait till you see me in person. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes and ears: Nothing really special, that's the problem. ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had erm, what do you call that; ya, pigs' eyes, one-lid eyes, but you know what i'm trying to say, right? So it really makes my eyes look very small. I like big eyes though. Ha ha ha, there are some people who are single-folded eyes cap right; but their eyes really big! Nice! Furthermore, among my siblings and i, i have the shortest eye lashes. My younger sister has big eyes and double-folded and long eye lashes, my elder sister has double folded and long curved eye lashes! Only i'm the special case here.&lt;br /&gt;My ears; nothing much to say. Right one, i have two holes. Left, only one. But i have future plans about my ears, ha ha ha. Swt, anyway, i plan to pierce more holes. Depends on other factors as well. I pierced my third (and fourth, but it got infected anyway, tat's why it's gone for good, lol) after my SPM. So got meaning one ok. Rofl, maybe i will pierce two more for my 18th birthday. Actually i like guys with left-ear pierced. Very cute. Haha, dunno why. But it's more cute if they use diamond ear-ring for their left one! I will definitely stare at their ears for long long time. Haha~~abit sot sot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair: Black initially, kinda long until shoulder length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed dark purple; but no one knows until i told them so. Lol. NO difference, that's why i have purchased something like brownish golden one; but i still doubting to dye it or not. I love my black hair, but i don't want to looked dim all the time. And! I love my long hair more! He he he~~ but maybe when i reached the age of working, then i will cut short. ROFL. Long time din see myself with short hair. Woo~~really anticipate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moles: I have quite a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few, the most obvious yet less people really know about it is is on my left cheek. Right there only. Ha ha~ maybe people cannot differentiate with pimples. Haha, swt. Straight above the mole on my cheek is another mole, just nicely up on top of my eyebrows in the end.&lt;br /&gt;There's one on my left wrist, and one on my right shoulder. Other places, i can't really see it myself. Lol. Anyway, i like the positions of the moles on my parts of body. They make you feel unique, apart from ur very unique thumbprints. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands &amp;amp; Legs: I have complete one=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My palm is squarish version. Some people said it means earth. Dunno what it means. Lol. My fingers are short! God, i wish i have longer one; and my nail shape--cup one. For nail shape, you either got cup or the glass. Haha, people called like that. So basically my hands do not look really nice to you right? Then, my legs? I don't want to comment a lot about it. Lol, not nice actually. Short and cacated version. Compared to Lin Zhi Ling la...lol, macam 7th heaven with 77th hell. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 contents: (Secret!) Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-8944283516019379412?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8944283516019379412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=8944283516019379412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/8944283516019379412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/8944283516019379412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/07/think-again-part-1.html' title='Think again (Part 1)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-7890910885059847286</id><published>2008-07-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:38:53.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back again~~</title><content type='html'>See, i'm back again--but again with fast typo speed. Not be too afraid, i was told. There's a saying 'time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana'. I wished i knew the meaning for the second part of the quote. Swt. Anyway right--in 2 weeks time i will pass up my a) finite maths assignment worth 10%, b) study skills assignment worth 15%, c) excel &amp;amp; powerpoint project + presentation, second round quiz on finite maths, intermediate english and computing principles. after that, 4 weeks later and it's the time to face my final exam! Oh no oh no! I will be dead! ahaha, choi, touchwood, reverse the curse, whatever it is yeah. But do wish me good luck; i'm wishing everyone too.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, didn't i tell you i'm a toastmasters' member? Huh?! what is toastmaster you ask me? Why don't you ask mr.google or dr.wikipedia? Haha~~sorry but actually as a blogger who informed you about my life, i should tell you personally as i wished i did; unfortunately i have no opportunity to do so right now. i'm kinda speed in typing words, but i couldn't do it now as my eyes beg me to finish this latest blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i will be doing my first speech this saturday, again wish  me luck ok=) later i will tell you everything that happened inside out in about it. Don't worry. Although it might take forever for me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-7890910885059847286?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7890910885059847286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=7890910885059847286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/7890910885059847286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/7890910885059847286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-again.html' title='back again~~'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2337512599018852059</id><published>2008-06-25T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:24:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I watched him as he was picking up that wooden plate I dumped it among the lectures files. He opened his mouth and said, “Who picked up the plat from nowhere?” Mum replied that it was the plate I received three days ago. I know he knew that. I said, “Yeah, it has no name on it.” I went on spontaneously, “Previously elder sister received it with her name carved on it. The patterns on it was nice, too bad it has no name. Maybe the school wanted to cut cost or something.” I watched as he rubbed the shiny plate with his hand stained with diesels and rusts. His eyes were gleaming from the refection of the shiny plat. He rubbed it again and again. I was wondering if he knew what words were craved on the plat. Then I saw something that was carved on his face. A small smile was imprinted on that old-looking and dark tanned skin that symbolizes his big satisfaction with himself. His pride; he was proud of one of his daughter that never truly learn how he got himself the diesel oil stain and some rusts, maybe sometimes with the burnt on his fingers, but earned and achieved something that he never had a chance to do so. Education. He didn’t say anything further; while I was engrossed with the conflicts in the television drama aired on that time. He went to take a bath. I watched mum as she was mopping the floor. By the time I looked up at the television again, I saw the plat was placed at the side of the television. I cried in silence.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;843pm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;24June2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2337512599018852059?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2337512599018852059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2337512599018852059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2337512599018852059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2337512599018852059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2408266286237037177</id><published>2008-06-21T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:24:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am !?</title><content type='html'>These few days i been thinking about this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why...i have changed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what and how did i changed? Time changes, so do people. Yes, yes, i know that. The question is..when..why...how? For these few days (exam stress of course!) I been kept on thinking about it. Haha.. very emo suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, i used to have a lot of ideas (in primary school) and filled with a lot of enthusiasm during first three years in secondary school. Then i have no more extra interest that ignites me. I studied because i need to. I go to school because i have to. I play because i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was the end of my real, real happy life; where i studied because i loved to, i go to school because i want to, and i play because i yearned for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that i really used to love to read science books. When i was in primary 3 (9 years old), i love to read science books. i will read and re-read my elder sis' science text book (she was in primary 5 on that time, 11 years old). Then i will questioned her a lot; a lot of questions. When i was finally in primary 4, i had this great, patient science teacher, who will answered all my questions. I would ask questions on standard 5 or standard 6 science subjects (because i had read my elder sis' text books). I would gave answers to all his questions on general science knowledge. He gave me a good feeling deep inside me (not that i admire him ok?!) that was really really warm when he appreciated and praised my inquisitiveness on seeking answers. Although i did not scored the highest marks on this subjects in primary 5 and 6, but i was happy because i knew a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in form 1 (secondary school), i have always wanted a lot of assignments. My elder sis called me crazy when i craved for folios. It was a brand new experience; and later i found out that i like to make myself busy. However, I'd learned two cruel statements that made me realize..the world wasn't that beautiful and naive as it seemed. After i entered form 4, i did not have the same passion to read or to learn new science-based subjects anymore.&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;Well, i just hope i can find back my old, real self. Really, really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~ i also dunno what i am crapping now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2408266286237037177?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2408266286237037177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2408266286237037177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2408266286237037177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2408266286237037177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-am.html' title='Who Am !?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-815853450021708450</id><published>2008-06-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:25:35.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>Haha~ Well, i still have exam to do, so i just put up this nice song here. I really attracted to the rhythm and the lyrics! Talk about emo-ing! Anyway; i hope i can sing this song soon! Haha, when i started to realise something la of course! Oh ya by the way,i changed my layout.(Duh, you know d...T_T) Haha, once in a while change the view; not so boring eh! You are not in the wrong blog area laa~~I will update more bloggy asap asap! Dun't worry...i guess? So here is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colbie Caillat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize &lt;/span&gt;what I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; what I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized &lt;/span&gt;what I just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; what I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always the same&lt;br /&gt;no it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; what I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; what I just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; what I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; what I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha, do you wonder how many the word 'realize' appear in the  lyrics? Ya ya, it's repeating la of course; chorus part wat! But then i really like the line ' if you just realize what i just realized' Aww...so bittersweet only...but it's true 'it's not always the same...if you don't feel it too." So sad wei if like this.. but i think it's really touchy situation if the guy and the gurl suddenly 'realize' about their feelings for each other..'on that real moment' OMG! I'm sooo emo wei! Lol! No la, saje je..watched too much manga d! LOl! Swt.. . .. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;span id="ota"&gt;&lt;span id="otq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* pass auf dich auf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ota"&gt;&lt;span id="otq"&gt;*pass auf dich auf: take care in German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-815853450021708450?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/815853450021708450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=815853450021708450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/815853450021708450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/815853450021708450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/06/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2032364330623693141</id><published>2008-06-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:47:29.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Sport</title><content type='html'>i have 1 hour left before go for replacement class later at 330pm. Guess where am i? Haha, i'm in college lab...posting one new blog asap. Hehe~~suddenly want to post something (emo kononnya). But anyway, there's a lot things i want to post here, but aren't able to due to laziness and busi-ness. So yeah, today i have time, so i will post one nice blog entitled: My Favourite Sport. In more specifically: "If you were given only one sport to choose for your entire life, what you will choose, and why?". No no no, i'm not into the upcoming Beijing Olympics, but yesterday when i discussed with my younger sister on her Sports Day, that's when i got an idea to post one blog with  that title today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One Sport to play in your  life, and why "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. I'm a laid back person, i don't do a lot of sports. in fact; honestly, i never really did. Ok, when i was a young gal, my dad gave us three badminton rackets and alot of shuttlecock. So the conclusion= we were in badminton fever for quite some period. It was fun; and not fun. Fun part was when we were able to hit the shuttlecock (yes, with the racket!) and obviously the not fun part was when we weren't able to. Then somehow we quited on that sport. Oh ya, i think maybe because we were out of the shuttlecocks. Lol. Serious! My dad did not buy us the badminton rackets nor the shuttlecock, he got it free from his clients and avid badminton gamer friends. When they were out of stock, we were out of the game mood. Nope, not even within the long badminton period we were excited about winning any Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. I mean, for the badminton sports i used to play. Hehe, then once i joined the netball club in primary school. Yes yes, it did sound ludicrous to some of you who didn't believe that i was in the club. Club member to be exact. There were some energetic, skilfully, talented, full-of-potential members around in our club, so the trainers were contented to teach the outstanding one, instead of those who dunno anything. Besides, i never get to hold on that ball for more than 4 seconds in one game. Let alone for me to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's once, however when i was in primary 6; my last year in primary school; i get to participate in running for 4 X 100m, 100m, and one more game i can't remember what d. i got bronze for the 4 X 100m though. I never practice (not bother to) for the competition (not even once),  that's why i was happy for not getting last position in the event. Anyway, i was really exhausted after the 3 events. i was lack of stamina. hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i want to participate in athletic  club when i was in form 1. However, i joined chess club instead. Hehe~~lazy lazy lazy = lazy results. So anyway, i do admit i like running alot. When there's 'sukantara' in school, i love, and usually get first among others in running 100 m within 4 seconds. Hehe~~ i'm a short-distance runner.  Compared to other games ( i haven't try with archery, football, basketball, etc) i love running. Once i ran, i will think of alot of things, few seconds later, i focus on just one thing = keep on running. I will stop, then run, then stop, then run until the end. That's how life should be right? Haha~apa kaitan dengan life i pun tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was inspire (am i?) by one person, yeah, the marathon runner. I was unsatisfied with his comment (perhaps, criticism? )  on one fine day: " What, 1.5 km in 13 minutes? That's slow~". Something like that. Something behind that. Lol, so when i ran for some event( i think it was during PE time), i kept thinking about that comment.  And kept on running.  My  friends told me that my face was white. Haha~ First time i was feeling cold after running. Nvm~ it's a compliment, i hope so, for the marathon runner. Hey, one day when i'm ready, we will run together for the 'real-marathon event' you always wished for, ok? If i can't run (touch-wood) on that time, i will be the spectator instead. haha, but on my right hand i will carry one big red apple to pass to you. That's our deal! Hehe~ A deal without your permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, in conclusion, i will choose 'running' as my sole sport in my entire life. Because to me, running is a satisfaction that one should treasure. By keep on running, on the end of the run you only know the reason you run for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tata! Now is 2.55pm, i used about 1/2 hour to type this blog. Amazing, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2032364330623693141?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2032364330623693141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2032364330623693141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2032364330623693141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2032364330623693141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favourite-sport.html' title='My Favourite Sport'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2367668812261562657</id><published>2008-05-31T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T06:43:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Lazy blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been a long time since i posted my last post&lt;/span&gt;..hehe~excuses? Erm, busy with assignments, lazy to type, and have no time to online due to revisions for quizzes. Satisfied? Oh well, no one really look into this blog anyway, so i just update some new things i really want to let ppl to know. Erm, not really interesting topics, but just to add some words into here since it's really long time d...=) Suddenly emo..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, first, let's talk about my college life! Not to brag or anything ok---just to tell. College life (around 1 month only =) ) was fun! i started to blend into the college style; almost ok with it. For example, the lecturer style and study skills. So far so good, since we only have 4 classes now; although some took 5 ( include LAN Subjects). There are more assignments coming up; and more quizzes, and mid-term is just 3 weeks later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i do felt the subjects we are taking now are really important and useful for your future life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finite maths&lt;/span&gt; is for social sciences and business life; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intermediate english&lt;/span&gt; for your strong foundation in english (haha, obviously!), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study skills &lt;/span&gt;to help you to organize everything in order (tough subjects though~although it's a easy concept), and c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omputing principles&lt;/span&gt; for technology era (duh!) Somehow you will tend to improve yourself no matter how in college life due to limited time for examination ( the second month you will have your mid-term exam, 7 weeks later after mid-term you will be having your final exam; how about that? =) ) You will like want to study and study and study! (not because you need to study, nor you want to study, but it is because you want to need to study! ) Anyway i think it's more or less the same style for other pre-U courses, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then for me, ok ok lor.. I'm a slow learner, i use a year to understand the previous years' course. That is...without tuition. So since college i have no tuition ( replaced by tutorials), i might as well...no! It's a must to double my time for study right? Hehe; otherwise i will have to repeat my course again and again..TOUCHWOOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mata ja ne&lt;/span&gt;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mate ja ne* See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2367668812261562657?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2367668812261562657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2367668812261562657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2367668812261562657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2367668812261562657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/05/updated-lazy-blog.html' title='Updated Lazy blog..'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-4397959211626805434</id><published>2008-05-10T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:55:20.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~Tenneva Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; most probably the best saying about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;. Pillar of strength in the family, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is the center of our family universe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; is chef, the maid, the interior designer, the financial planner, and any jobs in the world that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; can and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;will handle for the family. Born as the youngest among 8 siblings in the family; my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; was not spoiled and pampered as every youngest child was treated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; lost her father at a very, very young age. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; mother opened a kopitiam in a small town in Perak. A typical Teochew girl in the fifties, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; grew up as an &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ndependent girl who loves cooking and enjoys adventures with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; elder siblings. The strong and sensible characters &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; developed since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was young became of who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; is today; as a women,wife, and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; came here to Kuala Lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;mpur after married to my father (age 36), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; could not speak any of Cantonese dialect. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; always complained to us that how insensible of my father, because my father laughed at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; who tried to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;earn the dialect with the neighbour; instead of helping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to improve on it. Now, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum &lt;/span&gt;speaks of 7 dialects + language; Teochew, Hokkien, English, Malay, Mandarin, Hakka, and Cantonese; while my father only knew Malay, Cantonese, Hakka, and Mandarin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; told us the stories during&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; three pregnancies period. After the  first child (my elder sister) was born, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum &lt;/span&gt;felt an i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;ntense pain on her stomach. The doctor checked; and found out there was a big lump of liquids in the womb; and must be removed quickly. That day itself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;was operated. The d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ctor said my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; was lucky that the lump expanded during the last few months of pregnancy, and grew bigger after the birth. If the lump grew bigger during the pregnancy, both of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother'&lt;/span&gt;s life and my sister would be in great danger. So that is why after my sister was born, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; head was partially inflated; like an inflated balloon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; heard (from my auntie) that the lump was as big as the Milo tin. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; shivered in fear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; did not dare to see it. But the inflated ares turned to normal as she grew up; so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; told us how cruel our father was during three t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;hree of her pregnancy periods. My father worked till 3-4 am per day; leaving my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; alone in the night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; complained that my father wasn't concern about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;; and did not buy papaya slices &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; cra&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ed for a very long time at that time; and it was the only thing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; requested to my father. During the giving birth period, my father was not next to my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mum&lt;/span&gt; (for the first child); and came the next day after. We feel pitiful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;; who had to suffer these periods (No; we did not hate our father). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;also said that when it came to name our names; my father did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; not discuss with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, and my father decided without informing her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; wasn't satisfied with my father's idea to name our name with such a lousy ones (until  now). When we were still young; we used to hate our names because the naughties one in our class would tease our names. But when we grew up; we know this is an identity for us; and our names were special; especially mine*wink*. So far as we grew up; we found out that 'Hui Ling' and "Hui Jin' names were used; and until now mine still exist as the sole one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mothers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;are kissing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mothers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and some are scolding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, but it is love just the same, and most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; kiss and scold together.  ~Pea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;rl S. Buck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; is a brave; strong Wonder Woman. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; is there whenever we encounter 'villains' and our fears in the house. We; were afraid of spiders, insects and unidentified crawling creatures, although they wer&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;much more smaller than us. Whenever we screamed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;will come up instantly; ready with heavy books and old newspaper; to kill the bugs at any chances. We will watched in fear (of course!) and with relief in our hearts. There was one time when we were screaming (yeap! three of us!) over a black spider in our room. We were around 7-10 years old. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; rushed up, located the creature, and with the old newspaper and prefect coordination; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; swung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; right hand and kill it with an instant. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e were disgusted with the little squashed one; (never feel pity about it, (i mean, them) anyway) and at the same time we were impressed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; for handling such a disgusting yet bravely act. I remembered a sentence &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; said that time; "How come you all were scared with such tiny creature&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;et you all were not scared with someone big like me?" And i remembered my younger sister replied, "Because you were not poisonous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;!" My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mum&lt;/span&gt; said, " You think i'm not poisonous?" We all replied, " Nope!" But i think the reason is, " Because you kill the small creatures for us=) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; Any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;could perform the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease.  ~Lisa Alther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; A man's work is from sun to sun, but a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mother'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;s work is never done.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;I (we) will always be grateful to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;; for any and every thing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; done for our family. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; complained ab&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; tedious work every single day; and we understand it. If any of us did any one of task &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; does every day, we will probably throwing dishes or kicking up a fuss. Although when we went to work and study everyday, we know what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was doing at home; get up at 5am, wash the mugs, boil the water, prepare the breakfast, wakes us up, prepare lunch boxes, send us out, washes the dishes, mops the floor, does the la&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ndry, goes to market, hangs the linen, water the plants, cooks for lunch, naps for seconds, waits for us home, washes the vegetables, cooks the dinner, does the laundry again, went to sleep. It was a boring yet energy-consuming tasks, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;ndured it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at this last paragraph of the post, i would like to say how grateful i am to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;; who dedicated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; life just for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; family. I would never could understand how my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; felt when we talked back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;raised up our voices to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; cry etc. We are the traditionally-typical Chinese&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mother&lt;/span&gt; and daughter's relationship: I did not say 'I Love you,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ma&lt;/span&gt;' after 18 years. I did not hug&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; when i was really, really sad or really, really happy. I did not express my love and gratitude through my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;-daughter conversation. But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; mutual love and my love for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; are beyond those words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;. " I Love You, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" and " Thank You, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; for all these things you've done for us " were too common; too powerless to describe the feelings we had for each other. Somehow, deep inside the bottom of our hearts, we both know it all these long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mother's&lt;/span&gt; Day&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; The best conversations with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; always take place in silence, when only the heart speaks.  ~Carrie Latet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; No one in the world can take the place of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;.  Right or wrong, from her viewpoint you are always right.  She may scold you for little things, but never for the big ones.  ~Harry Truman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; A little girl, asked where her home was, replied, "where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; is."  ~Keith L. Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being.  I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune.  ~Graycie Harmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; is a poem&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able to write,&lt;br /&gt;though everything I write&lt;br /&gt;is a poem to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~Sharon Doubiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;Quotes are cited from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="a" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;www&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="a" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote&lt;/b&gt;garden.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" class="a" &gt;&lt;b&gt;mother&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="a" &gt;.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SCXS-jdJ1fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zFnGcyCm4Tc/s1600-h/WT%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SCXS-jdJ1fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zFnGcyCm4Tc/s320/WT%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198793316980348402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAtashi No Haha Desu =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-4397959211626805434?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4397959211626805434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=4397959211626805434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4397959211626805434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4397959211626805434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SCXS-jdJ1fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zFnGcyCm4Tc/s72-c/WT%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2794880617114226104</id><published>2008-05-06T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T05:53:51.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Grateful..</title><content type='html'>Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have hurt or harmed you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;For they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reinforce your determination&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have deceived you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; deepen your insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; to those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have hit you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;For they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reduced your karmic obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; to those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have abandoned you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;For they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taught you to be independent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; to those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have made you stumble&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;For they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strengthened your ability&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; to those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have denounced you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;For they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increased your wisdom and concentration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ef&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; to those who have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made you firm and resolute&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;helped in your achievement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;                                                                                                 Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;(Found these quotes on an article in a Chinese restaurant 5 days ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*denounce:attack, stigmatize, blame, brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2794880617114226104?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2794880617114226104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2794880617114226104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2794880617114226104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2794880617114226104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-grateful.html' title='Be Grateful..'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-4493714136965284623</id><published>2008-05-01T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:08:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st New Path~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT's&lt;/span&gt; been a long time since i posted my last blog...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy laa&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway~ just to inform that i'm officially a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;HELP University College Matriculation Centre Student&lt;/span&gt;!!!Sounds too long right the title? Lol...no la..about the &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;orientation day (28th April)&lt;/span&gt; i was ready for the orientation; but what i was not was the day to start the school:29th April. OMG! I tot it was like--erm maybe a week or later--since they told it's a May Intake..right? Right? So nvm la~~~ what to do? Enter the class only lor..and during the orientation day i bumped with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Li Vern&lt;/span&gt;! Haha~she is taking the same course with me too! Yai! I was relieved because at least i'm not alone for the orientation that day. But i met new friends with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wai Fong&lt;/span&gt; (Li Vern's NS fren) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shaleny&lt;/span&gt; (Kepong), and others.. The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;part of orientation was fine with the speeches and talks on HMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened during the &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; part of orientation was: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tensed, confused, blurred, hectic&lt;/span&gt;. We have to decide the class we are going to right away after we are given the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;confuse&lt;/span&gt;-able timetable (damm different from our secondary school's timetable i assured you!) Then within &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;blurred &lt;/span&gt;minutes of given by the instructors, Miss Grace (after explanation on how to read the timetable), we are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tensed&lt;/span&gt; because we supposed to take a group per subject (4 subjects to take) and we must make sure the time of a subject does not clash with the others. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intermediate English&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finite Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; are more fixed: You will have 2 lectures and 1 tutorial per week; and if you choose a particular group for the subject; for example: Group A; you will have three A classes; different time per class of course. However, for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Study Skills;&lt;/span&gt; you will only have a class per week: so it's more easy to choose the class carefully after you choose the other subjects. The most flexible subject timing will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computing Principles&lt;/span&gt;: 1 lecture + 1 lab + 1 tutorial. And you can choose different group per class: eg: Lecture A + Lab 4 + Tutorial C. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hectic, hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not to crack my head up--i followed Li Vern and Wai Fong's classes, because we have the same thought: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not to have any classes on Friday&lt;/span&gt;. And we dun have any classes on Friday! Woohoo! So yeah~~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday is a rushy day&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday is a long hectic day&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday is a happy day&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thursday is a fine day&lt;/span&gt;; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday is my holiday&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahaa~~ but this will only on first semester: next semester we will have to redo our schedules as we will be taking different subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First day of college life&lt;/span&gt;? Since it was started on tuesday; so it was actually a long hectic day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;My class started off at 8 am with Computing Principles for 2 hours, then waited until 12.30pm for Intermediate English for 1 and a 1/2 hour, 3.30pm-5pm will be Finite Mathematics. So the free periods in-between were a long-hectic one. I was not grumbling ok?~on the first day only laa i mean..maybe 2 weeks later i will thankful for the free periods..gua. Hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this week is a nice week&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday: orientation day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday: 1st class&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday: happy day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday: holiday (labour day!)&lt;/span&gt;, f&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;riday: holiday!&lt;/span&gt; Hehe~~ but tomoro i will go to HELP to attend the TMS Meeting..just to look around and see see. Maybe i will join the club gua~~two or a month later--depends also geh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm waiting for the JPA Scholarship (still waiting,..and waiting..and waiting) results on 2nd week of May.&lt;/span&gt; My dad said if JPA does offer me; then i will have to quit up HELP. So...like that~ for the moment i'm still a student of HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~~actually i am &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because i finally started my school back; on the other hand i am nervous about my study. Someone said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chill La&lt;/span&gt;'' i heard? Duh~~ i can't be chilled cause i'm not an ice or what lor..but then still; because i suppose to get a nice exam mark to go to degree course with scholarship..and seriously Matriculation only have 1 year to decide. Probably every 3 months to decide. Matrix is about consistency; so i will have to be consistent in pushing myself right? Nah~~ i won't be crazying around for pushing myself too hard; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negative motivations&lt;/span&gt; in my mind in order to make a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive remark&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;/span&gt;Not to too worry for me? Hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i guess this is a longest post so far?? Might Be. Heheheehehee~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-4493714136965284623?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4493714136965284623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=4493714136965284623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4493714136965284623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4493714136965284623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-1st-new-path.html' title='My 1st New Path~~'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-631922156503572027</id><published>2008-04-24T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:50:29.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday Somehow..</title><content type='html'>Actually nothing much i did few days before..because i'm going to college (although my brain has rotten quite long time ago) ! So when my younger sis (currently in F4) asked questions on homeworks to me; i became quite blurred. Haha; she asked those quite easy questions but i simply couldn't answer it--and i asked her to ask my elder sister instead. Then i realise (after few days) that i must do something about it (my brain; her homeworks; my reputation hehehe). So i started up by doing my one-week timetable. Quite useful for a lazy bump like me--i will follow rules rather than self-motivation/alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway--basically nothing much; just read some grammar books, (my eng sux!) and keep reading and Nihongo o benkyoshimasu. Sigh~~i can't never really master it although i read and read on the same chapters everyday. Haha--pathetic. Oh and maybe i will start revising my additional maths and bio/chem/physics like tat..hehe; depends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-631922156503572027?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/631922156503572027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=631922156503572027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/631922156503572027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/631922156503572027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/someday-somehow.html' title='Someday Somehow..'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2944877483856217445</id><published>2008-04-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:58:15.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Budget Management.</title><content type='html'>Oh actually it's a simple version of statement. Well, since i'm going to college; i will have to be quite..independent. I will have to (of course!) manage my little financial world, and head on with studies without worrying both my parents. So i searched (actually; quite an incident when i saw) on internet on tips how to survive in college/university/campus/etc. Of course; the website actually managed by American..for American scholars, but some of the informations are quite useful for anyone who wants to manage their budgets in college. Check &lt;a href="http://www.gocollege.com/survival"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed out the articles and read it. Since i'm new, and basically zero financial-management knowledge; i found it is very interesting and fun. (I'm a person who like to be busy all the time; especially if i'm pretty busy already &lt;meaning:to&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah; stop with my little craziness. Anyway; you see; there's one tiny winy thing i would like to remind you all when you are thinking of budgeting. Seriously; it's a stupid situation (i'm meaning myself of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how i got my lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my family and i were in a food court; for a dinner. Since we can't make out what to eat for dinner; options varied among ourselves. We picked the food we want to at food court. To keep everything in short; the problem arise when we  ordered the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drink Chinese Tea; like my dad usually ordered in..everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greengrass: can you give me hot tea?&lt;br /&gt;dad:make it three.&lt;br /&gt;waiter:ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later; he brought 3 glasses of teas..tea tarik..somesort of tea u found in kopitiams. i like...what the?! So actually i wanted to argue about it; because it's not what i ordered. But dad refused to do so; and paid RM3.90 for 3 glasses..well, Chinese tea costs about RM0.30. We paid extra RM3. What more? My mum and sis like half scolding me for din make a clear order. I said; how would i know? Actually; my sis were there at the time i ordered the drinks, so if they said i did not make a clear order, how come they din stop me? It wasn't completely my fault right? So dad said dun make a fuss out of it, because the waiter had serve what he was told to. So we cannot do anything liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: To manage your budget: Make a clear order out of it. No matter how; you want a strawberry jam less sugar or strawberry jam only. Otherwise you will burn some small holes (which later will eventually become a big hole two months later) in your pocket. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2944877483856217445?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2944877483856217445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2944877483856217445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2944877483856217445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2944877483856217445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-budget-management.html' title='Little Budget Management.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-7725463272584600962</id><published>2008-04-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:06:31.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 posts in 1 blog</title><content type='html'>Today i wan to type three topics into same blog; same day. OMG I'm very greedy...hahaa..actually i did online few days back but then i...lazy to type...muahaha...so what did i do when online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Part 1 (...Half Otaku?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; if you found out. I'm been an avid reader of &lt;a href="http://mangavolume.com/"&gt;manga&lt;/a&gt; online! Seriously; i also dunno why i will enter that website. So i turn out watching chapters per chapters of some stories@manga. Although i wan to read about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt; only initially; it turned out i read anything else but Bleach. haha; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerek giler&lt;/span&gt; la...then i watched &lt;a href="http://crunchyroll.com/"&gt;movies/series&lt;/a&gt; online pulak. I like..what the? But seriously i want to promote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crunchyroll.com&lt;/span&gt; giler giler here because the video quality like..wow! Better than youtube.com about 5 times!!! Downloading times faster, quality better, more options. If you want to know; there are more originals than crappy (means: own MV video, bla bla)...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more important:&lt;/span&gt; We bananas:half or non; (no offences=))or love japanese movie but can't understand single thing??! You can count on cruncyroll's. The english translation is P.E.R.F.E.C.T.!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i came across this cool website is when i was looking for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nada Sou Sou's &lt;/span&gt;the Movie. (Tears For You;JMovie). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Youtube results:Zero. In Crunchyroll results: Complete Movie.&lt;/span&gt; Haha...so i was of course trilled! I recommend this movie if you are into JMovie;BroSis relationship; BroSis Complex, Love, and that cute guy! haha..the lead actor i mean.=) If you wan to know the synopsis go and read it yourself lor...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw; talking back on my 1st part of long long blog---..Half Otaku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to wikipedia.org: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otaku"&gt;Otaku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a term used to refer to people with obsessive interests, particularly anime and manga. The term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otaku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in Japanese suggests a creepy, obsessive loner who rarely leaves the house. In English, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can possibly suggest a person who may be socially awkward but who is also intelligent and may be fairly "normal" aside from their interest in certain typically 'geekish' pursuits (video games, comic books, computers, etc.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otaku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is closer in connotation to the English nerd but the closest English-language analogue to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otaku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is probably the British English term anorak. Both of these English-language terms have more emphatically negative connotations of poor social skills and obsessive interest in a topic that seems strange or boring to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While otaku in English-speaking contexts is generally understood to mean geek or even fan, this usage is not widely known in Japan. Casual use of this term may confuse or offend native Japanese speakers.&lt;/p&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha;  no lar, i suspect myself as half otaku..it's not that i hate going out; i'm not grounded, but my frens: busy working/studying; my mum not really wan to me to go out:outside is dangerous. So i stayed at home; online watching movie and manga non-stop. If I'm lucky&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lucky?)&lt;/span&gt; to find a movie/manga that attracts me, then i will be facing the monitor up to 5 hours per day. So far only 2 made me:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bokura Ga Ita &lt;/span&gt;(We've been there@anime@japanese) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nada Sou Sou&lt;/span&gt;. Oh Ya; additional info: 90% of the anime/movie and trailers that you've been looking for are available in there: Ex:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Note the Movie, Korean Movies that non-available in Malaysia, Japanese Dramas and Movie:Heard or Unheard Before; Chinese Soap Dramas (TVBs) &lt;/span&gt;like that also got..Geng mao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently besides online watching manga/anime; i do&lt;a href="http://bhgscrapbooksetc.com/"&gt; scrapbooks&lt;/a&gt;. I am lazy to explain; but it's addictive if you 1)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;love art&lt;/span&gt; 2) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;love photography&lt;/span&gt; 3) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;loves computer&lt;/span&gt; 4)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;loves telling stories.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, if you just have any of the reasons to scrapbook, then you should try. It's fun. It's not about having time or not; it's really depend on individually-you wan to do or not. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of part 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly...(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 (...Not so Otaku d?? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty weird topic right? Nevertheless; seriously i'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because i can go out on wednesday..after my almost 2 weeks of growing mushrooms and lingzhi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(impossible i can grew lingzhi)&lt;/span&gt; at home. So yeah, haha~~so happy and relieved that i'm no longer walking thru the otaku zone..no no..not that i hate otakus..just that i can't stay in house too long..for duno what reasons ok? Nvm, let's talk bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HIS Birthday Day&lt;/span&gt;. Actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt; was born on the wrong day this year; just kidding. Since we can't make it to have his day as soon as possible, we postponed till recently. (We the gang very busy one...working working..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the same like any other outing with the gang:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Amber, Sam, Simon, Jen, Me&lt;/span&gt;,..den suddenly pop put a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's a human being; for yr information=) &lt;/span&gt;that day. Haha, ok ok tomato; just kidding alright. You appear or not appear that day doesn't make any difference also.We can just pretend you are not... Ok ok, just kidding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we just eat at&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; sushi king...&lt;/span&gt;some more promotions &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM2 &lt;/span&gt;on that day..haha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..the terms and condition &lt;/span&gt;like this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You must have &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a sushi king card&lt;/span&gt;. (fit for max 6 persons per card)&lt;br /&gt;2) You only can stay in the store for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;19 min only&lt;/span&gt; (my sis said why don't 20? I also dunoo...=))&lt;br /&gt;3)There are some exception for rm2 promotion sushis', &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;only solid colors&lt;/span&gt; of sushi plate are for rm2. Which means, strips of color on the side of the plate are on usually price (rm 6, rm 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more? We eat lor..but each of us the max plate: 5-6 only. Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) we are full...(wonders wonders..)&lt;br /&gt;2) there are not much of varieties at TS Sushi King Outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, then leh wat happen next? We plan to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt; at bowling place there but Sam and Amber went to cut hair instead..haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They both want to cut hair on Simon's day&lt;/span&gt;? But then again, got 2 foreigners took the pool table; and the other one out of services. Ok fine, they ended up play bowling instead. I din participate in it. Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) I duwan b)I dunno how to play&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and..surprisingly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jen rank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; in the first game;&lt;/span&gt; because Jen got &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;strike&lt;/span&gt;! Amazing; beat those two guys weh!! It was funny though because Simon teased Jen that the way Jen threw the ball like throwing handbag! Haha; Tomato said the style works. So tomato gave a shot. But hehe; the style works for jen only. Hehe; on the second game, each player get to strike; but still Jen scored the highest; she hit &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt;! Tomato said next time he dare not play with Jen d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;27 dresses&lt;/span&gt; that day. Kinda nice story; we laughed and laughed. So sad; other ppl are enjoying watching with full heartedly; we spoiled it. He he. So yeah; after movie we took some pic and that's all. Very like the wu liao type day? Nah; it's actually nicer. Maybe there are less ppl; so we communicate better. Actually; i planned to eat yogurt at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yogurtberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(if you wan to know where the store is: it's on 1st floor; facing the GSC Cinema ticket counter)&lt;/span&gt; because my younger sis it's really really nice; but unfortunately the store is in pretty bad business. Maybe less ppl enter; or they dun like yogurts or others. I will just have to try it the other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya: I'm posting pic here so you can see amber and sam's haircut that day: hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyeX10XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jh0IejO81mk/s1600-h/S%27day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyeX10XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jh0IejO81mk/s320/S%27day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188921694063284594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyOX10WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2_ldFR0weZU/s1600-h/S%27day+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyOX10WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2_ldFR0weZU/s320/S%27day+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188921689768317282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;the 1st sushi i had! (Out of 5 plates)=)                                                                                               That's simon with jen jen=)they are sweet couple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAxeX10TI/AAAAAAAAACk/agNTh2svlpg/s1600-h/S%27day+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAxeX10TI/AAAAAAAAACk/agNTh2svlpg/s320/S%27day+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188921676883415346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyOX10VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C06p-25ey-g/s1600-h/S%27day+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyOX10VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C06p-25ey-g/s320/S%27day+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188921689768317266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sammy and Amber before the hair cut...                                                                                    Yeah; i took candid picture of tomato..seriously he dunno how to pose&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 when i ask him to pose lor...sigh~spoil the pretty picture of 2 beauties&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                  only..(tomato the beauty photo spoiler...hahah jk jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAx-X10UI/AAAAAAAAACs/q6C_l7km_0o/s1600-h/S%27day+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAx-X10UI/AAAAAAAAACs/q6C_l7km_0o/s320/S%27day+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188921685473349954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Tada! 4 gals! And of course; after the haircut..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3(..No Otaku-to-Be liao..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this was happened when i registered for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foundation in Arts at HELP Institute; last Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. I was trilled of course; because i can enter college finally. I dowan to enter form 6; so my the only option is to enter college. Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;thanks (very much!)&lt;/span&gt; to my parents and the institute; my tuition fees for the 1 year-course are waived. So my dad only need to pay for the admission fees and la la jap jap stuff only. But still; it's more expensive compared to form 6..but daijobu otosan; okaasan! I will gambate kudasai!! =( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah; i did apply for JPA and ASEAN Scholarship; so to choose between these i will choose JPA and ASEAN over HELP. &lt;/span&gt;This is because JPA provides everything for my studies in the next 3-4 years in architecture (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overseas&lt;/span&gt; you know!!) If i get JPA liao; my dad and mum will not have to worry for the next 3-4 years..yeah; still both i will have to excel in studies every year. If i stayed in HELP; it is pretty impossible to obtain full scholarship for degree course lor..my dad still have to fork out 1/2  or 1/3 of the fees (if i managed to get the PTPTN loan (government). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish me luck in JPA ok?!?&lt;/span&gt; Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dunno which to do: foundation in science or foundation in arts..of course; foundation in science are wider..but my mum said since i wanted to do psychology---business psychology; why i dun go to arts instead? So..here i am gonna do arts. Pretty scary for me; arts stream are pretty new..i have no confidence actually...but i will do my best..and when i thought of those faces who looked down on me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because i'm not that bright; not that sports-active; not that rich; bla bla other sh.. ) ; suddenly i feel like proving that all the harsh words they uttered are sooooo totally wrong. It's like..go to hll would ya like tat? (OMG; i'm so nice to them already ok? I dun think it's over for me to say like tat) I did prove that to them once; when i'm studying for SPM. Serves them sooo right! Now they like..din talk to me or talk to me in different manner liao..so wait till i finished my studies; i will show off to them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh; i'm so emo bout this. Haha...sorry x 100 yeah=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i'm  not going to tear out stupid tears just because what they said; instead i will make them eat their own words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...dowan emo liao..=) I'm going to end this long post now..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mata Ja Ne~!&lt;/span&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyeX10XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jh0IejO81mk/s1600-h/S%27day.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-7725463272584600962?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7725463272584600962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=7725463272584600962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/7725463272584600962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/7725463272584600962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-posts-in-1-blog.html' title='3 posts in 1 blog'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SALAyeX10XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jh0IejO81mk/s72-c/S%27day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-2374964397948240519</id><published>2008-04-11T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:02:19.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The song that i like..</title><content type='html'>Anyway, i liked this song quite some time ago..recently when my sis intro me to this Taiwanese band=Sodagreen or known as SuDaLv in Chinese. This song basically tells that how a guy treats his gal although he was hurt by his gal la..haha..kinda meaningful, i like how the lyrics were written and arranged. Maybe you should find one day and try to listen to it. It wasn't a sentimental one; but something like pop. I also can't figure out the genre..but hey listen ok? Here's the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这天。(This Day)by Sodagreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够深刻了吗　来躺下吧&lt;br /&gt;gou shen ke le ma / lai tang xia ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it deep enough? Come lie down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我轻抚你安慰　伤害我后的疲累&lt;br /&gt;rang wo qing fu ni an wei / shang hai wo hou de pi bei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me caress away the fatigue of your hurting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够尖锐了吗　看我的疤&lt;br /&gt;gou jian rui le ma / kan wo de ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it sharp enough? Look at my scars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用温柔包覆勇敢　给喘息的你笑脸&lt;br /&gt;yong wen rou bao fu yong gan / gei chuan xi de ni xiao lian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me wrap up my courage and gentility, serving it with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命从来不觉得　自己对谁该负责任&lt;br /&gt;sheng ming cong lai bu jue de / zi ji dui shui gai fu ze ren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life never thought about being responsible to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(我们看了编造的谎言　&lt;br /&gt;(wo men kan le bian zao de huang yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We saw those lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就如此轻易将彼此划成碎片)&lt;br /&gt;jiu ru ci qing yi jiang bi ci hua cheng sui pian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and easily used them to rip each other into shreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太多虚伪情节的表面　模糊陌生的眼 (1)&lt;br /&gt;tai duo xu wei qing jie de biao mian / mo hu mo sheng de yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Too many hypocritical facades, blurring these stranger eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边　一起穿越这条街&lt;br /&gt;qing ran wo zai ni shen bian / yi qi chuan yue zhe tiao jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please let me stay by your side, crossing the street together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边　一起纪念这一天&lt;br /&gt;qing rang wo zai ni shen bian / yi qi ji nian zhe yi tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please let me stay by your side, remembering this day together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够痛快了吗　我知道啊　&lt;br /&gt;gou tong kuai le ma / wo zhi dao a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it hearty enough? Of course I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;躲在你利刃之内　骄傲的自卑作祟 (2)&lt;br /&gt;duo zai ni li ren zhi nei / jiao ao de zi bei zuo sui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Been hiding in your blades, my proud self-consciousness acting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够鲜艳了吗　血染的花　&lt;br /&gt;gou xian yan le ma / xue ran de hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it bright enough? This blood-dyed flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被你刺满的双手　此刻擦乾你眼泪&lt;br /&gt;bei ni ci man de shuang shou / ci ke ca gan ni yan lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me wipe your tears with these hands full of your stab wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总有一天我们都死去　&lt;br /&gt;zong you yi tian wo men dou si qu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We will all die some day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丢掉名字的回忆再没有意义&lt;br /&gt;diu diao ming zi de hui yi zai ye mei you yi yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories without a name no longer means anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总有一天我们都忘记　&lt;br /&gt;zong you yi tian wo men dou wang ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We will all forget some day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾为了一个越演越烂的故事伤心&lt;br /&gt;ceng wei le yi ge yue yan yue lan de gu shi shang xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How we cried over a downward sliding storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总有一天我们都叹息　&lt;br /&gt;zong you yi tian wo men dou tan xi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We all sigh some day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑着缅怀有过的愚蠢的美丽　就让现在过去&lt;br /&gt;xiao zhe mian huai you guo yu chun de mei li / jiu rang xian zai guo qu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reminiscing our beautiful stupidity with a smile, letting the now flow to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我握你的手　彻底了解颤抖&lt;br /&gt;rang wo wo ni de shou / che di liao jie chan dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold your hand and I'll understand your shivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让你握我的手　你会知道我&lt;br /&gt;rang ni wo wo de shou / ni hui zhi dao wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold my hand and you will know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(透过我的眼泪看你的脸　自由是我们需要的特权　&lt;br /&gt;(tou guo wo de yan lei kan ni de lian / zi you shi wo men xu yao de te quan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing your face through my tears, freedom is the privilege that we needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你笑了　我笑了)&lt;br /&gt;ni xiao le / wo xiao le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You smiled, so did I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way; sodagreen is not as popular in malaysia  as they are in taiwan and singapore. But glad to hear that myFm did air this band latest song: Wu Yi Lun Bi De Mei Li (Incomparable Beauty) in their album:Incomparable Beauty.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-2374964397948240519?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2374964397948240519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=2374964397948240519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2374964397948240519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/2374964397948240519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-that-i-like.html' title='The song that i like..'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-8309218206849979517</id><published>2008-04-05T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:28:12.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Ming Day...(pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm0nnYVvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k82HI7h4mx0/s1600-h/123+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm0nnYVvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k82HI7h4mx0/s320/123+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185937656346334962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm1HnYVxI/AAAAAAAAACI/DyV06es8GkE/s1600-h/PIC%40+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm1HnYVxI/AAAAAAAAACI/DyV06es8GkE/s320/PIC%40+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185937664936269586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm03nYVwI/AAAAAAAAACA/EuXdE9Q8yXQ/s1600-h/PIC%40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm03nYVwI/AAAAAAAAACA/EuXdE9Q8yXQ/s320/PIC%40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185937660641302274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm1HnYVyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1a2fKXWJH8s/s1600-h/PIC%40+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm1HnYVyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1a2fKXWJH8s/s320/PIC%40+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185937664936269602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there are some pictures i took at Chamang Waterfall; just to excite the nature lover out there..=) But nothing is can compared by being there experience and see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-8309218206849979517?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8309218206849979517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=8309218206849979517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/8309218206849979517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/8309218206849979517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/ching-ming-daypictures.html' title='Ching Ming Day...(pictures)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gm0nnYVvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k82HI7h4mx0/s72-c/123+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-4639928197020076922</id><published>2008-04-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:22:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JPA Scholarship Interview...(Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Muahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;what shall i type in this post? But then again, i typed everything inside but not so detail..let me tell you about my batch for the interview that day: There's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3 Chinese gal&lt;/span&gt; included me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1 Malay guy,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3 Malay females.&lt;/span&gt; We had some chat before the interview. Although i can't remember their name, but i know they are very very nice person..and excel in both academic and extra curriculum field..definitely much better than who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay guy planned to take&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Business Administration&lt;/span&gt;; and according to the interviewer, his chance of getting through the interview is higher because not many ppl took this course. Erm..i see la..anyway, there's one chinese gal (who loves black:black hair, black shirt, black pants, black bag, black shoes, black file!) and she plans to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt;. Wow! She's definitely looked like a lawyer. Very elegant and pretty! And the other gal wore blazer. All said she was clever, because while waiting for interview and in the interview itself, it's very very cold. She's plan to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;engineering&lt;/span&gt; in US or German, but she will prefer US because same language mah..And then one malay gal plans to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;financing&lt;/span&gt;; she's really can debate i tell you. And one more want to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accounting&lt;/span&gt;, and the other one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;economic&lt;/span&gt; if i'm not mistaken. So since all of us took different course, (me doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt;) we have less tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing much d i guess. But seriously if you plan to take JPA Scholarship, try to apply for your courses if possible. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; at least. Because i think this interview is really good. The interviewer is not so straight, and interview is done within a group. You have the chance to see how other ppl speak during interview, and thus you can gain some knowledge from the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din't regret for taking JPA scholarship although my first and second choice in career is psychology.  Perhaps  who knows, maybe one day you will see me as an architect. Since my parents love to kick me out (just joking la) to oversea, so i really took an initiative in it. But if can, i want to do psychology. It's not that i hated architecture and/or because my dad and mum pushed me to do or something. But hey again; why not? Maybe to my parents, psychology is still an unsteady field; at least in Malaysia. And besides, i can't guarantee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; for psychology, rite? But i guess i'm really really happy if my parents are proud of me; despite of what career i will be involved. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; i took from International Convention Centre at Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklXnYVsI/AAAAAAAAABg/dAYP0M3MdcM/s1600-h/some+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklXnYVsI/AAAAAAAAABg/dAYP0M3MdcM/s320/some+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185935195330074306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklHnYVrI/AAAAAAAAABY/DiuZIKdOCoQ/s1600-h/some+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklHnYVrI/AAAAAAAAABY/DiuZIKdOCoQ/s320/some+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185935191035106994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklnnYVuI/AAAAAAAAABw/4IvnQBzAjO0/s1600-h/some+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklnnYVuI/AAAAAAAAABw/4IvnQBzAjO0/s320/some+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185935199625041634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklnnYVtI/AAAAAAAAABo/jaKAySxIT2o/s1600-h/some+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklnnYVtI/AAAAAAAAABo/jaKAySxIT2o/s320/some+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185935199625041618" 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/5976867160969120617-4639928197020076922?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4639928197020076922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=4639928197020076922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4639928197020076922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4639928197020076922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/jpa-scholarship-interviewpart-2.html' title='JPA Scholarship Interview...(Part 2)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/R_gklXnYVsI/AAAAAAAAABg/dAYP0M3MdcM/s72-c/some+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-4884636333550765647</id><published>2008-04-03T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:04:20.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JPA Scholarship Interview...(Part 1)</title><content type='html'>It started something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1st April, about 4-6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Conversation #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kit Leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;: Did you know you can check whether you can enter JPA interview or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;: Serious? I dunno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kit Leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;: Yeah, you go and search now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;: ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   few seconds later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kit Leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;: have you checked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;: Yeah..i got it..what i suppose to do??it's 2 days from now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kit Leng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; No worries, good luck=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i run through the blog of ppl who actually went for JPA Scholarship Interview before. So basically i see: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dress code (Checked), Certificates (Checked), Time and Venue (Checked) Knowledge in Current Issue (              ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conversation #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: Mum, i'm cooked. I will die soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I was called up for interview! JPA Scholarship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I thought that is a good news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: But i will have discussion on current issues! I duno anything bout the world today!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't be stupid, you won't die of it. Find the issues online and you will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greengrass: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Head banging on the wall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my head banging on the wall and fingers typing on the keyboard, i kept searching on the current issues from last year till ...yeah i din search bout the general election. I just found about abducted children cases, SMART Tunnel, Too much As' in SPM, Malaysian Astronaut and Corruption/Integrity. Although i'm half cursing myself for not paying attention on current issues, i'm pretty thankful because i had a reason to keep myself updated. Haha..oh well; nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1230pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Pusat Konvensyen Antarabangsa at Putrajaya. The first thing i encountered in the lobby was: There are so many brilliant people! They have the kind of aura that intimidate me a lot. Although the scenery was terrific, i still had the lump in the throat and a knot in my stomach. So yeah...nvm, but my dad put down his work and my mum came here. So i will try my best in the interview although the subject is not my num 1 choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bump into &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;! Haha..She's wearing baju kurung: Nampak manis. Actually it took a long time for me to recognise her..haha, until i call her handphone and voila! We were both happy: We are not alone! Haha, she and i on the same room num 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUlp! Happiness was an instance. Cheryl went in first with other 4-5 persons. I was the second batch. While waiting i talked with other people. We waited for almost 1 hour 10 minutes. We agreed that our batch took the longest time to get out. But when Cheryl came out, she told us that the interviewers are friendly and they are more like chatting rather than interviewing. So i was relieved (for a moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We greeted the interviewers(There are two actually, one male and one female). First he explained the interviewing process, wat we will introduce ourselves and so forth. I was the forth to introduce. When the first person open his mouth, i was shivering. Too nervous. So by the time the 3rd person spoke: I lost my consciousness. Literally. I was waiting for the Mr Interviewer to ask me to speak. It's different because: 1) It's the rule in any interviewing process; you wait till the interviewer ask you to speak and 2) What language the interviewer will speak determines what language you will have to answer. So he said: Ya,"Anda boleh mulakan". And i started to introduce myself in malay. It's hard not to bite my words-seriously, the words seemed entangled with my tongue. So i even forgotten to mention about my family background and skipped straight into my extra curriculum achievements and activities. And when he asked about my parents, only i talk about it. It was horrible. I felt like spanking my head on that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he asked in english: So what your course you are planning to take? Yeah: It's in english. Because i thought of it earlier, so i spoke quite (quite only!!) carefree-ly and in confidence. I mentioned about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mrs Hadid&lt;/span&gt;, the Baghdad-born British architect. She was quite my inspiration to involved in architecture. Because, "hey, why not architecture?" I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And questions go on with 2nd session: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Current Issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you think qualities in a good leader should have?&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you think idols, singers, reality shows contestant can become a good leader?&lt;br /&gt;3) Tell us who do you think is your most admired leader and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupid answers spurred out from my mouth are like these (it was brief one; i cut off my crappy answers and pausing moments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A leader should not only know how to lead, but also can be lead by others. He should work with his people like his family, but at the same time he can be respected by others and people know that he's the superior.&lt;br /&gt;2) Yes, take a good example of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Allaryarham P Ramlee&lt;/span&gt;. He was a director, actor, singer and he was well respected by others. He opened the chances and give confidence to others on Malaysian entertainment industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr interviewer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh really, name me 3 titles of P Ramlee Movie that you watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Greengrass: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh er, I watched one only..'La..laksamana Do Re MI' (they laughed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr interviewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Then you said he's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Greengrass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Quickly said) See sir, i only watched one of his movie yet i'm admire him already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After that i thought: I also watched before Nujum Pak Belalang T_T~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I admired Tun Dr Mahathir of his vision 2020. He catalyzed the industries and make us Malaysia become a developed country and share the same standard with other developed countries such as Japan, US, China, Russia and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if i can talk half of my answers as beautifully arranged as that, i'm in heaven. But now i'm still on earth. I paused, said oh-er-ah before continue a new sentences. Others like superb, talking like they are pros..made me intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;430pm:&lt;/span&gt; It ended. Relieved. I was happy because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It ended finally.&lt;br /&gt;2) It was the nicest interview and nicest interviewer i had.&lt;br /&gt;3) I gain more experience today.&lt;br /&gt;              -be prepared&lt;br /&gt;              -practice your speech&lt;br /&gt;              -smile a lot&lt;br /&gt;              -READ MORE ON CURRENT ISSUE.&lt;br /&gt;4) There are some good people i met.&lt;br /&gt;5) I did something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results: 3rd week of May 2008.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued:-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-4884636333550765647?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4884636333550765647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=4884636333550765647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4884636333550765647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/4884636333550765647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/jpa-scholarship-interviewpart-1.html' title='JPA Scholarship Interview...(Part 1)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-8118674851578659220</id><published>2008-03-30T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:45:17.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Ming Day...</title><content type='html'>It's a tradition for Chinese people to celebrate Ching Ming Day every year, probably around end of March or early April. It is a tradition to pay respect to relatives who passed away. So my kampung located at Bentong, Pahang. It's a 1-hour (more or less)  drive from KL,Cheras to my hometown. By the time we arrived, it's about 6am only. And yet we walk to the cemetery with some help from the moonlight. It's not so creepy actually; cause you are with a lot of people. It is not a priority to pray early in the morning due to tradition or what; because most cemetery areas(especially in kampung) are placed on the hills. Sun rises around 7++am, and it's getting hotter and hotter byt 10++am. Haha, but i guess no one will actually go there around 3 in the morning. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically every year we have 3 cemetery to visit.  1st, we went to my 'Ah Ye's (but i called him Gong Gong) place. We cleaned the cemetery and started to place those food and joss sticks in front of the cemetery. This year we had it differently, we bought those long red fire-crackers and lighten it. First, we were having problem on where to hang the fire crackers..because we dint bring the long stick. After we looked around my cousin brother only managed to found one skinny bamboo stick. Then my cousin sister joked, "What a job you did!" and then we laughed. So he threw the stick and wrap himself with the firecrackers (like beauty queen only:hhehe) And then my cousin sister said: "Good, now is the time to repay kindness to Gong Gong". Lol..my cousin sis and bros really have a lot sense of humours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we walked down the hill and went to my Ah Ma's one. After that we went to Grandaunt's one. So ok, by the way we finished, it's 10++am..and it was bloody hot..really! My dad's sweats were pouring down like fountain; according to my younger sis.  Haha..but then every year when we walked down, people will sure looked at us..ok maybe just my dad. Why? My dad carried the big umbrella down and we will hid under the shade. Haha.. It's not a normal big umbrella, it's humongous.  If you can figure out the night markets', or any stalls' type of umbrella, then you will get the size of it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chamang Waterfalls nearby to cool ourselves on the very very hot day. I like there very very much..it's completely under the shades of tall tropical trees..and i love the big rocks (really really big!!) there. The sound of ferocious water fall from the high hills really nice. haha, i'm totally in love with nature! Next time only i post the pictures of waterfalls ok? Anyway, if you come to Bentong, or anywhere nearby it, then you should go to 2 famous places: the Chamang Waterfall and Hot Spring. Then maybe you can drop by the road at Jalan Loke Yew (in Bentong) and enjoy the cool famous ice-cream in town. If I'm not mistaken, the name of the shop is 'Kow Po'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976867160969120617-8118674851578659220?l=qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8118674851578659220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976867160969120617&amp;postID=8118674851578659220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/8118674851578659220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976867160969120617/posts/default/8118674851578659220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qingchaoyuan.blogspot.com/2008/03/ching-ming-day.html' title='Ching Ming Day...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705284556583006085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_A_rGfTWd4/SFiK9w_QvgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hy6pzL-AF38/S220/Tiki065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976867160969120617.post-253291515128144866</id><published>2008-03-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:30:24.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paraphernia'/><title type='text'>My 1st New Blog..</title><content type='html'>My First Intention on re-Blogging because i thought i wanted to share my happiness and sorrowfulness with anyone who viewed my blog. It was just kept in my mind until &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;payherng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;waisheng&lt;/span&gt; showing-off to me their blogs(haha, jk only ok?) So here is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when and how i used to type blogs everyday without boringness in me..and surprisingly  a lot to write.  Maybe that time I'm still small, (haha, 16 only mah) so i poured out all my thoughts and opinions onto it with hoping someone will lend an eye and listen to my heart..but unexpectedly someone did actually looked through my blog. Erm, how to say? I thought i blog so that someone will see what I'm thinking about, but when i figured out that there is a human being who viewed my blog, i began to self-conscious on writing blog. That is why i quited most of my blogs, about 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, i thought about that same question..once there is a person who told me these..long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Greengrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;: I was so tired with this world...i hope that one day i will pass out and let go of everything...at least someone will notice a fainted person..(perhaps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;: Yeah, and you know what? You are simply a person who wants attention badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The statement the person made my blood shot up like rockets and crazy-ly mad at the person. But there's a truth lied actually. The person actually seen through my heart. I need attention badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i'm not getting attention, perhaps i wanted more than i deserved. Who knows right?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you see the cruel statement took 2 years to make my life blogless. Then now, i'm back(hihihhhi). Anyway, i don't really blame that person (really!), it's just that the statement is not something that can be erased from my memories easily. And there's something; about me that i truly want to share with you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Personality (#1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 type of person in this world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a) A person who &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;forgets&lt;/span&gt; but never &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;b)A person who&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; forgives&lt;/span&gt; but never&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; forget&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which type of person i'm? You are a smart fella if you guessed it right, you are still a smart fella if you can't guess it right. (Just because you can't answer this question correctly, doesn't mean you are completely idiot right? 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