<?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-6150908198554834867</id><updated>2011-10-03T14:17:21.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewen i n g</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2602059231891656354</id><published>2011-05-30T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:49:40.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre June Thoughts</title><content type='html'>On and off, on and off. The thought of leaving is on, and off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a whole list of establishment or should I just say chores, that I want to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, take my P1 and P3 end of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, expand this online business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three, do my part time accounts job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four, get a little taste of marketing job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five, start achieving PER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six, venture into part time tutoring job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven, to have a regular weekly exercise routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of these 6, I'm already processing 4 of it. However, it started to startle me how inefficient I am doing. Sometimes I've been doing so many things at once that I don't know what exactly am I heading towards to. Was it self achievement? Was it money oriented? Was it purely to escape from reality? Or was it just pointless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many times that I've written the draft for this blog and just leave it there. Do I have too many things on mind? Am I doing too much that I didn't excel in any one of it? What exactly do I want to do in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today marks a very contented and satisfying day since a very long time ago. I can see my calendar are slowly jotted down with numbers and events on my June desk calendar! Finally, something to expect off in life. First, June 17th - 19th will be Core Value Training which the company is sending us to attend. Then, 18th June for a wedding dinner. Finally, 20th to 26th for long holiday to KL! Wuhoooo! I don't know, writing all these down make me feel like I'm keeping track of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July wil then be the exhausted month for the holy bank account. My part time job will be moving to an office at the Mall, and I will then have a desk there (hopefully) and hope everything can goes smoothly and everything will be in its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August the anticipation will then come because from the 16th of Aug to 26th of Aug, I will be having a long long holiday at TAIPEI! Wuhoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then September, October, November wil come. These three months serve as the restoration months for the holy bank account. December will be exam for P1 and P2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes my 2011! It's kinda good to have something to expect everyday. At least these expectations can be the reason for one to work hard and live through the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just hope my passion for life would still be there through out these hard days. Too many things to do but too little time. Actually, that kind of make me feel alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2602059231891656354?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2602059231891656354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2602059231891656354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2602059231891656354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2602059231891656354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/pre-june-thoughts.html' title='The Pre June Thoughts'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6584213635495740476</id><published>2010-08-30T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:15:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises don't come easy</title><content type='html'>Hi there. Just wna remind myself that eventhough I started my today off with Monday blues, but as I thrive through my day and making progress towards my closing date, I can feel my warm blood rushing through my arteries and veins and I know I'm not just a useless being.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I enjoyed talking with my superiors and got to know them a lil better. I feel less awkward with them, even though our gap is at least 10 years apart. I feel bad for myself for getting such low pay with such pressuring workload. And I must shamefully admit I think I worth more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, I just wna let myself know that this is just the beginning. And everything that I'm going through is just a process. I meant for something bigger, something that I just didnt know yet. I have to promise my current self that I will achieve and reach the acme someday in the future. To my future self, this I promise you.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anonymous butterfly wrapped in a cocoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6584213635495740476?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6584213635495740476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6584213635495740476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6584213635495740476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6584213635495740476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/08/promises-dont-come-easy.html' title='Promises don&apos;t come easy'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4511756520929781093</id><published>2010-08-28T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:00:25.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chameleon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's another weekend. Finally I could find myself a peaceful day to breathe through and think things thru. However, I'm starting to find myself in a rather contradicting situation. I look forward to weekdays during weekends and I can't wait for weekends to come during weekdays. Well, I think it works the way just like the theory of hair length. When my hair is dreadfully short, I tried my best to shower for more than once everyday just because I heard that hair shampoos encourages hair growth. And when my hair is long, I can't help but tie a ponytail on it just because I find its length annoying, blocking my eyesight. And I miss my short and lengzai hair so much. Speaking of it, hmmmmm... AHA! Here it is!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/THkuUtDuAyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nt6BvGyFxqQ/s320/DSC03154.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510486552291967778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as I was saying, during weekdays, when I have to work, I'd hafta follow my set of routine which includes everything sucky. First of all, I'm a nocturnal being, and I can be awake at night, or even sleep in the morning without yawning for once. Opposing to that, I hafta struggle to pull myself out of bed, every single morning. It's a war between my mind and body, with invisible forms of dagger slashing between the two. But I must say that I'm lucky to have stuffs to keep myself busy with during working hours, and when I say busy, I really mean busy. I still can breathe but I can't slack. No, noone is monitoring me, I have my own office and I ada authority and empowerment. Actually, I kinda enjoy working. I like to keep myself busy with unfinished work tasks. My office table is always in a form of chaos because of my long to-do lists which adds up every single day. To tell the truth, this makes me feel like I'm alive and functioning! I love my job so far. But well, after work, my identity fades off. I'm even lazy to join parties! That's so UN-ME! Sigh. Guess I still hafta seek the balance between work and life. Will I pick it up sooner or later when I can get a better hold of ways to spend my time? I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like reaching out for breakthrough. Like once, I really really felt like buying an airticket to Aussie, give my dahleng Pei a msg, telling her I'm visiting her and will need a shelter for one month or so, and try to make ends meet by working part time over at Aussie. I['ve never been to Aussie and I know nothing about it. But I wna try, like really jump into the ocean then find out if I really can swim on my own. But before all that, where can I get my 1k airticket? But before I find my 1k, where can I find my courage to that? Sigh. Maybe sometimes I worried too much. Maybe sometimes I should just do something out of the ordinary. Maybe, it was just a crazy idea that I should just pass it. Maybe, I just have too much excuses, for everything that I've did and not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a list of things I wish I could find a courage to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Skydiving. I promised myself to do this in my life. But this will be completed when I find my greens and courage. And companion. And I think impulsive thought should be one of the things that I need as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go AirAsia. Select any country. Preferably Taiwan or Thailand and buy a ticket, anytime in 2011. Once I bought it, I won't think of regretting and have no choice but to go. I just need someone to push me and inject these thoughts in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Migrate to somewhere, for a month or two. I think I should do this soon. After all, when else can I get free shelter if not now when my darling friends are spread all over the globe? Wait, look at my leg, I hafta this heavy tag 'work' hanging on my ankle. GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Buy a puppy, I'll start with a small Schnauzer first as a lil warm up before I get my Golden Retriever or Siberian Husky. All because I miss Mocha a tad bit too much. I dreamt of her the other day, and I never know I am so attached to her. Stupid bitch! Hmpfff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that sums it up for the time being. Cos I lost patience in the above topic. HAHAHAHA. I don't know why but my patience and focus are always lacking. I don't even know what's the point of this post. I only know I wna express and talk about feelings. I feel for an excessive need to be emo. Anyone with any idea to 'emosify' me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to be emo, cos I find that there's just too many stuffs that I can feel happy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to be emo, I can think that, I don't have enough money and half of the bread that I'm earning hafta be contributed to the family. Second, if I really think about my big 3 generations family, I will really feel ashamed of myself. Third, most of my close friends are now out of the countries and I don't trust people so easily so I don't take initiatives to contact new friends and ask them out. Fourth, I have noone else to talk with if I'm emo except my laptop and the BF. Fifth, I don't have a car to drive cos my bro is always taking the car. Sixth, I wna buy a new car but I can't afford one. Seventh, my bank account shows 2 digits only now and it used to be in 4 digits. Eight, why isn't my fats getting any lesser and my waistline isn't decreasing on its own, even when I squeeze it just to let it know it is not wanted at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to be happy I can think that, I have a job now and I can say I'm loving it cos I'm learning so many stuffs. Second, my mom cooks the best dishes and never miss any meals. Third, my laptop is still working despite 4 years of functioning! Fourth, my s90 is the best camera ever and I can't help but to feel so proud when people praise the pictures it took. Fifth, I have the best BF on earth and others can't have him cos he's, you know, mine, teehee. Sixth, I just bring one cheque home and I'm waiting to cash it on Monday so I can treat my whole family a nice feast. Seventh, I have like a whole list of nice music to keep me happy in my laptop and iPod! Eight, South Park never fail to cheer me up! Ninth, going to motivational talks, even if it's religious related, like the one I've just participated last night make me feel so good that I just wna do more good deeds no matter if I gain anything from it, or not. Tenth, I'm proud to say that I have my own taste, my 'individuality', my way of doing things cos I am no Jane Doe, I'm EWEN! Eleventh, eventhough I have excessive weight that I've on my waist and thighs and face and arms and neck, well basically everywhere but at least I'm not obese (not that anyone have told me) or have diabetes and hafta refrain from eating and enjoying fabulous feasts and meals. My motto: I live to eat and not eat to live! Twelveth, noone is ill in my family, his family and that's what that matters, right? Well this list can go on and on and on but I'm bored of it again, as usual. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's next on my mind? Hmmm. Oppps. I think it's time for bed cos I'm travelling to Miri tmr. Been quite a while since I went there. MUST BRING CAMERA! Nights everybody! Will write again soon, I hope. Need to make this a habit. I hafta reflect on myself from time to time. By reflecting, I know where do I stand. By knowing where do I stand, I will know where I should head to next. Shit, feel like I'm doing my assignment. AHHAHA. NIGHTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4511756520929781093?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4511756520929781093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=4511756520929781093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4511756520929781093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4511756520929781093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/08/chameleon.html' title='Chameleon'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/THkuUtDuAyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nt6BvGyFxqQ/s72-c/DSC03154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4716501828354995658</id><published>2010-08-23T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:15:02.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This bar is left blank on intention</title><content type='html'>How's life? Nothing interesting I guess. Have been working for 2 weeks plus and now I realise that things that I usually take for granted, for example, watching drama while trying different shade of colours on my fingernails and recoating if I don't like it 5 minutes later or even go online and do useless readings on twitters and blogs are now officially LUXURIES TO ME!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks. In a way that I no longer have time for myself. When I am at work, I think about work from the minute I step into the office. What's bothering me is that after work, while I'm in the car or even before I go to bed, I think about work still. It's like I'm living the life of KFC's Accountant rather than as an individual named Ewen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now operate as early at 7, lunch at 12 and finish work at 5, but usually leave at 6 or 7. This has become some sort of routine for me. Saturday night will usually be chilling out at some friend's place. Sunday will then be gym day for me cos that is the only day I can spend time sweating excessively. At times I really do miss life back then. Especially the last month back in KL where I get to do everything spontaneously. Be it a trip, a yc session, shopping, anything, initiatives and decisions can be made almost instantly. I miss the gang back in KL. Seriously, I thought I won't have to say this but really, I miss every single one of you =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I didn't have to stop here. But it's getting late and I'm uberly sleepy since I started writing. I bu she de just close this window and sleep cos I don't know when is the next time that I will ever ever find a chance to come here and crap for awhile. Sigh. Guess I just need to close my eyes and have my sweet dream. Nights world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KFC's Accountant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4716501828354995658?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4716501828354995658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=4716501828354995658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4716501828354995658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4716501828354995658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-bar-is-left-blank-on-intention.html' title='This bar is left blank on intention'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5103866493675800282</id><published>2010-08-11T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:54:34.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewen has got a job!</title><content type='html'>Hey Ewen. Long time no see. It's been so long that I have not talked to you. I think at times, I really forgot about your existence. I'm sorry but I am always reluctant to settle down and think about my thoughts. I understand that my thoughts on my thoughts will actually make me a better person but impatience has overridden any wise thought that I thought I should have thought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have not leave a trace in this world for the past few months. I want people to at least have a reference when one day in the future someone wanted to write a bibliography on me. HAHAHA. So I guess now noone really reads this blog anymore right? You know, I'm a weird bitch. I wanted to write sth emotional and very private but at the same time, I don't want too much people to know what I've been thinking. So how low is the readership now? If I see no respond on the chatbox, I guess I can actually have a public blog that is uberly private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am not making any sense now *slap face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's past mid 2010, and it's Aug already. I am an adult now. I mean, I feel like an adult. I've drove around myself, I started working and bringing my own bread home. After studying my ass off for my final final exam, have some fun over with friends that I spent my three years in KL, packed my mostest funnest phase of my life in a 30kg luggage and super heavy box, I came back to this place where I should feel like home and where my soul should last. But well, truth is, I know under this shell of mine, if you peel me off, with just enough patience, like I'm an onion, I wanted to root in Malaysia. But I understand that my life is not just about me, there's a mixture of individuals that made me up. I know it may just be another excuse from my 1 million collection of excuses, but I choose to be safe than sorry, if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after exams, I have been burning with fire to secure a job before the other May graduates did. I searched online at late nights and bought newspapers to seek for opportunities, even asked every single friend I've met to buzz me whenever there's a vacancy. I was desperate, and I do mean desperately desperate, that I sent over 25 cvs to various companies. And all I get is just a phone call, asking if I'm a Permanent Residence in Brunei, and after I told them that I'm not, they said bye and I never hear from them anymore. Such is the sorrow and unfair treatment. No quota for foreigners for most of the jobs. Some even offered you a job, but with salary that's so low that you literally can just eat bread the whole month to survive. So, I was unemployed for the past 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just weird how I get a job. There's 4 firms that actually wanted me, some pay was not bad but I just don't feel like I belong to their family. But one day, I receive a text from a friend's friend to call her friend for a job. It's usually unusual for me to just call some random guy and went out yamchar with him, alone, and I drove there, alone. It's creepy enough for me to do that. And weeks later when I just lost hope, he called in the middle of my sleep and it's another unusual for me to answer his call but well, I just did. I rushed to shower and changed and drove and reached the company. The next thing I know is, I'm starting work the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working for KFC Brunei currently and I'm responsible for Rasamas's Accounts. I wouldn't deny if you ask if I'm feeling super stressed. Well, the truth is, I am. The former colleague that's responsible for my position, has just resigned. I am expected to learn what she has done over the past years within 4 and a half day. And I am the only individual to handle the full set accounts. From delivery orders to invoices, from payroll to pensions, from sales to petty cash, from issuing cheques to payment voucher, from reading bank statements to doing bank reconciliation, from operations to hr to purchasing to gm, from doing opening to closing balances, from posting transactions to the system to manual recording, I'm literally everything, everything. I have no written set of rules to follow, so I am expected to be overly and excessively independent. I am given an office, to do things on my own timeline but of course, finish tasks to meet my deadlines. I don't even dare to think of it at times, but really, I've never regretted taking this job. I do enjoy a challenging job and I know my position has granted me great empowerment, but maybe it's just too challenging for a fresh graduate like me? I dare not think that way, cos the more I think, the more I fear. I think it's better for me to believe that I can do it, and I know I will find a way to do it. Therefore, I pray that The Law of Attraction really does work on me this time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this post is getting too lengthy. Cos I am lazy already. Till here then Ewen, talk to ya some other time. There's too much to tell if you want me to tell menial happenings, but there may be just too little to tell if all you want is just highlights. So I'll shut up and watch Christmas Carol with my lil brother here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5103866493675800282?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5103866493675800282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5103866493675800282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5103866493675800282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5103866493675800282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/08/ewen-has-got-job.html' title='Ewen has got a job!'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3374615951881784164</id><published>2010-04-02T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:27:27.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo is the new black.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I own a life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life which I am unsure of what it is leading to. My daily routine recently is to wake up at 12 or 1, and option 1, go for badminton, option 2, go lakeside and option 3, spontaneously decide where to go for dinner or a road trip and inform everyone and arrange transport and there goes we vroom vroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somewhat turned me into a, carefree and whatever person. I’m more of a YES woman now. Usually when I decide to go somewhere, I do research, make sure I get my destination and route right before hopping into the car. Now, I google for objectives, which usually would be keywords such as Seremban Xiu Bao or Penang Har Mee, after I hopped into the car. That’s how much convenience my baby bb has brought me. My very must objective in life recently is FOOD, and only FOOD. That explains my increasing waistline. And please, do not remind me of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do in life, is to laugh out loud. I either entertain the others, or just do my hobby, which happens to be my forte, gossip. I know I’ve changed, but I couldn’t point out exactly how. All I know is that I prefer having fun more than worrying over unnecessary uncertainties in life. Rather than saying that I lost myself, I’d prefer to put it in another way. I’ve opened myself up with more options. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I should start worrying about the future. The future can be a long timeframe from now and it also can be just 2 months from now. I hate to drown myself in a pool of responsibilities, burdens and obligations as I am one with no assets but Santa, family, friends and my tiny lil brain. If the future is a long time from now, I can pull my shield off and remove all obligations away and not care about a single thing in life but myself. But if future is about 2 months from now, I need to make decisions. Having the opportunity to decide is a complication on its own, you either be happy of what you are being awarded with the right decision or have no one but yourself to blame when you do not agree with the outcome. Afterall, by substance or by legal, who is responsible for myself other than me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question myself, am I willing to confine myself with responsibilities and bear the sign of ‘I AM A SLAVE OF OBLIGATIONS. I AM A REPRESENTATIVE OF IMBALANCE’? I know this may be just the anxiety that fresh graduates usually have, but I can’t help but feel helpless. It is true that I feel much better without the binding tape tapered around me, but I am still, need to be independent. Even if I am unwilling to allow obligations to drag me behind, reality is just pure harsh, unless you are so rich that you can change the rule of how things work, you just have to cope up with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question now is, what do I want in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t agree more if you say I want too much in life. I know I want alot of things. I want to own a happy family, I want a highly respected career, I want to go on vacation every year, I want to have high amount of savings in the accounts, I want to be a social butterfly, I want to look good and I want others to feel good about me. I am not shameful of how much I want in life. I always feel that I have something important and great to do to make this world a better place. I always feel like I should not be just a Plain Jane. I believe I meant for more. I should serve for higher function other than this. I need opportunities. But shamefully, I’m not searching for it, I’m merely waiting for it. Upon acknowledging this, I am still doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, upon knowing my own flaw, I seek for excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If doomsday in 2012 is true, why am I even spending my precious time doubting myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle then repeat on its own. I complain, I frown, I sad, I emo, I think of 2012, I relieved, I happy, I tired, I complain, I frown, I sad and the list goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long windy highway. Someone should just plant a sign board somewhere on the road. Even when I do not know where my destination is, yet. I guess I will figure it out sooner or later. I just hope that I do not make a wrong turn, taking the route leading to a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3374615951881784164?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3374615951881784164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3374615951881784164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3374615951881784164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3374615951881784164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/emo-is-new-black.html' title='Emo is the new black.'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2639750048885192356</id><published>2010-03-06T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:00:58.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No likey</title><content type='html'>It always wonder and amaze me how things work. I thought there'd always be a YES or NO to certain question in life. I'd always assume that there is some sort of equation to life. I don't know if I'm making a point here but what I want to say is that, life's not fair, at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times when the worst person you've known in life, did whatever things that you judge it as bad deeds, being so selfish that she might as well sell fish by the seashore (another lame joke of mine), so self-indulged and self-contented that she might wonder if the judges are blind or biased for not qualifying her in Miss Universe, so attention centred that she thought that the whole world is revolving for her, and there's Jupiter and Mars and Bill Gates created Windows and there's World Cup once every four years just because God created it to suit her needs, gosh, I can flood the whole pages with complaints if I can go on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, good luck descended on her, she got this, got that, won this won that, everyone worshipped her, which sometimes I just don't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life's equation = Good Heart + Good Intention + Good Luck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess her figure for the Good Luck part is incredibly high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's things when the amount of hard work and effort you put in doesn't exactly means the outcome that you are gna yield. But there's just times when you start wondering why life's unfair. To get over it, you talk bad about her. And curse her. And tell everyone about this anonymous on your blog. Okay, I'm this someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know la. Just a sudden rush of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I stumbled across this draft left growing mushroom in my posts. Might as well post it. Very outdated as today is already the 23rd of March, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2639750048885192356?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2639750048885192356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2639750048885192356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2639750048885192356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2639750048885192356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-likey.html' title='No likey'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-880514802444626230</id><published>2010-01-26T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:08:40.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICU</title><content type='html'>Blog dead again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason&lt;br /&gt;1. Life sucks to the core. Asaimen is killing me hardly. 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;2. Twitter is able to summarise my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;3. No internet at home so cannot update. But yes I can update my twitter cos I have my best gadget on earth, my bb babyyyy. Hehehehe. Maybe gna dedicate a post to my dear bb soon.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm layzeh.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kthxbaiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-880514802444626230?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/880514802444626230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=880514802444626230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/880514802444626230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/880514802444626230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/icu.html' title='ICU'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8365810030217309383</id><published>2010-01-10T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:28:56.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not loving it.</title><content type='html'>I is hitting McD again today. Internet is deemed as a precious and rare material to me right now. As assignments can't be proceeded without Internet, Yan and I passed out precious late nights to morning to make use of it efficiently. However, I just don't know why when the time I should be focus in typing out my essay, I'm clicking here and there. I'm excited over something. Probably not assignment, but something, which I do not know. I don't know why I can't settle down right now either.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I is so tak organized. Arghhh!!! Holiday, don't caught me in the act please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8365810030217309383?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8365810030217309383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8365810030217309383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8365810030217309383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8365810030217309383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-loving-it.html' title='Not loving it.'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1940843543299961719</id><published>2010-01-09T23:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:51:33.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My December 09</title><content type='html'>Okay, lost my mojo to write again. I might as well as close this blog down since I'm not using it. Eh wait, on second thought, it's free anyway. Almighty internet, almighty online storage, almighty free products and services!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 is simply soooooooooo yesterday. And I have not written any resolution for my 2010 nor review my 2009. Whatever. It's not like I'm gna achieve the resolutions I'm going to make. It's like I promise myself and I break my own promises. Contradicting. But there's one thing that I'm gna keep for sure! Gain a few extra pounds of fats. It's such an easy task. Muahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 2010. I am here at McD. I am here enjoying my life in KL, terrorized by assignments. Three assignments all at once. Tmd. If United States of America is being attacked by 3 nations at a time, for eg, Iraq, Japan and Germany, guess USA might disappear from the world map. UWE, you hear me? UNFAIR!!! One at a time please! Okay, this bitch here is simply barking because she is poor in time management. End of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er. What else? I'm kinda into Twitter these days and found that it is better than Facebook in the sense that it's less complicated and straight forward. I don't know the mechanism behind it but to put it in my words, er, it's kinda like u send SMS with pictures if you like, and everyone who follows u get to read it. Er, and u get to reply to twits/sms sent by others. Er, and you get to start a topic. Er, and I'm just a noob. Go google it if you wna know more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er what else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my colourful life back in December. Prepare for pictures. Unedited. Reason being, I ish lazy and 3 freaking assignments are holding in as hostage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iurbd6mhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uz9B3VmHcGw/s320/24122009032.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424777812298603026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusxt7bbI/AAAAAAAAALw/olQPxlfRpwU/s1600-h/24122009038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, on Christmas Eve we had a course of fine dining at Jarrod-Rawlins. It is fabulous. The company. The ambience. The wallet is exhausted. The stomach is growling and asking for more. I is still hungry after the meal, which costs rm60 each. There's 7 of us and we ordered like 6 dishes and fought with each other for the share of food which is apparently not enough. Not even enough for me. It serves to plaster my stomach wall only. So much for fine dining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusxt7bbI/AAAAAAAAALw/olQPxlfRpwU/s1600-h/24122009038.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusxt7bbI/AAAAAAAAALw/olQPxlfRpwU/s320/24122009038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424777835451215282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! And this is the Grilled Sausage something. It's like Pringles. Many flavours to choose from. Just that Pringles are cheap. These sausages are not!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusdcr97I/AAAAAAAAALo/b4usnTBgVoQ/s1600-h/24122009027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusdcr97I/AAAAAAAAALo/b4usnTBgVoQ/s320/24122009027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424777830010189746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ish Grilled Ribs? I think. SIBEH NICEEEEEEE! I want more!!! But the servings terlalu kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iuriYPU2I/AAAAAAAAALY/9DTmysK1inc/s320/24122009034.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424777814153843554" /&gt;The above shit-looking piece of dish ain't what you think it ish. It ain't no shit. It is er... Guinness Stout Beef with the world's BEST MASH POTATOES EVER!!!! The bomb is ain't no the beef but the mash potato. Really simply very wahlao cos I didn't expect Mash Potato to taste THATTTTTTTTTTTTT good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusHM3EPI/AAAAAAAAALg/Pl-jgt75DIo/s1600-h/24122009031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iusHM3EPI/AAAAAAAAALg/Pl-jgt75DIo/s320/24122009031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424777824038228210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't look down at this bottle of cocktail. It is the simply delirious and delicious! There's a variety of flavours to choose from. And as a tamak person I am, I chose the flavour with a mix of banana, pineapple, apple, mango and etc, which makes a TROPICAL flavour. Geddit? Tropical = EVERYTHING, as simple as that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From perspective of accountant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. One type of fruit only = rm6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Tropical = rm6/no. of flavours therefore overhead absorption rate ish lower, so the bottle of drinks is cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Imma stop my ranting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0ixfubFQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/e4k0RUaIcmw/s320/25122009050.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424780909763445666" /&gt;At Genting. Every year we got to spend Christmas together no matter what. Last year was at Singapore, this year in KL. All hail to AirAsia for providing cheap tickets. You are the hero. Without you, LDR might not flourish. Christmas is not merely Christmas to us. It meant something more. Oh yeah, Happy 5 years anniversary! Hahaha. It's funny that we don't even celebrate it anymore cos it's anniversary everyday. Lalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0ixf0SyBEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xSPnGmb0XdI/s320/25122009048.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424780911339242562" /&gt; With Andrew and Wendy. I like double dates. So much funner, happier, merrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0mmNn98VmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Udt6wG9sHy8/s320/25122009058.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425049979141772898" /&gt;Sungai Wang the next day. Cheap buys! I meant CHEAP BUYS not chiiii buysss. Hahahha. Okay, not funny. Caption for the above picture would be: I've fallen asleep while waiting for the guys to finish their shopping spree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0nPh3uglRI/AAAAAAAAANA/IrBkReZqHks/s320/IMG00017-20091225-1914.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425095406946129170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spotted! Power rangers at Sg Wang! But I think the 5 rangers had some quarrel cos there's only 3 rangers there that day. Btw, I wonder if the rangers actually smile when the photographer takes their picture cos they are just mascots anyway. Noone will see their smiles. I mean, you smile because u want the photographer to capture your emotion right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0mmOIN2tTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UOL_PBJDQQM/s320/30.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425049987798447410" /&gt;Poppy! Ignore the flabby arms. It's natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nunLiO_9ZdRhQdhqS00qvQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0nlGX5Q6SI/AAAAAAAAANs/rCESx6eBzjs/s400/42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The company at Poppy. Omg. Mister Kang. Look what's in your hand. Tsktsktsk. Bad influence. O yeah, do notice that Esther lost freaking lots of weight!!! Jealous!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued. I dno why bohxim already. More pictures to upload. Tunggu me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1940843543299961719?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1940843543299961719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1940843543299961719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1940843543299961719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1940843543299961719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-december-09.html' title='My December 09'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/S0iurbd6mhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uz9B3VmHcGw/s72-c/24122009032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6796074175785330720</id><published>2009-12-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:00:59.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Szy8q_L17qI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a0o6Z0ZiINw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzctMjAwOTEyMzEtMjE1Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Szy8q_L17qI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a0o6Z0ZiINw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzctMjAwOTEyMzEtMjE1Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759762"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415498148867746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Szy8rZxRWxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/F8_jcJF75_0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEtMjAwOTEyMzEtMjIyMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760921"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Szy8rZxRWxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/F8_jcJF75_0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEtMjAwOTEyMzEtMjIyMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760921"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415505285176082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The invasion of human ants!!! I&amp;#39;m at klcc today and the flooding amount of human ants are jus simply scary!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Picture as evidence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy new year everyone! A good year has just ended and I&amp;#39;m sure there&amp;#39;s more to come! If it&amp;#39;sa bad year for u, forget bout it cos it&amp;#39;s gna end in 2 hours! Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy new year! Spread ur arms to welcome 2010!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6796074175785330720?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6796074175785330720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6796074175785330720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6796074175785330720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6796074175785330720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/invasion-of-human-ants-i-at-klcc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Szy8q_L17qI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a0o6Z0ZiINw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzctMjAwOTEyMzEtMjE1Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759762' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7901262561393881384</id><published>2009-12-23T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:01:27.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point 5 - cabbie</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeee! I&amp;#39;m on d cab back to subang now! I is safe! Hahha&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7901262561393881384?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7901262561393881384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7901262561393881384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7901262561393881384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7901262561393881384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/point-5-cabbie.html' title='Point 5 - cabbie'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5077250197507884319</id><published>2009-12-23T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:30:54.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point 4 - LCCT</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeee! I got here safely! Omgomgomg! I&amp;#39;m hungry and feelin cold here. I just checked. Flight from bru just landed 5 minutes ago! Wahhahahahaha&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5077250197507884319?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5077250197507884319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5077250197507884319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5077250197507884319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5077250197507884319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/point-4-lcct.html' title='Point 4 - LCCT'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1363724416092543199</id><published>2009-12-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:04:34.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SzIjcjLPlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6RwumnxZrCA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDQtMjAwOTEyMjMtMTkzOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SzIjcjLPlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6RwumnxZrCA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDQtMjAwOTEyMjMtMTkzOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774508"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418432275065836978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O yea. And a picture to show off my kns face! Hehe. Don&amp;#39;t want to bore my limited number of readers with all textsssss. Taken before startin my journey.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1363724416092543199?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1363724416092543199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1363724416092543199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1363724416092543199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1363724416092543199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/yours-truly.html' title='Yours truly'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SzIjcjLPlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6RwumnxZrCA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDQtMjAwOTEyMjMtMTkzOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774508' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6410789553677864833</id><published>2009-12-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:56:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point 3 - Dnowhichhighway</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I dno wher am I. I just passed by imu but why the way to lcct looks so unfamiliar to me. So much for an adventure. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I&amp;#39;ve got nothing to do on the bus, might as well as blog as I seldom update. Now u all got my update gaogao! Haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I like how the kl&amp;#39;s are built. I like to just sit in a car heading to no where, but enjoy the night scenery and windy roads trip, with light music as background. These days I started to have this urge.. This urge to stay and live in kl, make a living on my own after I graduate. I like how life is over here. I like how everyone compete to be better, strike to be the best among others. I know the pay here might not be as high as what I can get in brunei, and I know I have a home back in brunei. But I feel for a need to expose myself . I might not make as much money as I&amp;#39;m in bru, not to mention about being able to save, but at least I do learn and see more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No offence but I don&amp;#39;t want to be one of the vanilla gang. Maybe different people have different needs and wantsa in their life, but being a woman who loves to jump while hanging midair in the cable car, dream to do bungee jumping and with her ultimate goal set at skydiving, I need some excitements in life. I need to have up and downs in life. But I&amp;#39;m scared.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m afraid of exposing myself to the cruel society, d office politics in workplace and I&amp;#39;m afraid of doing it alone. I&amp;#39;m afraid that I can&amp;#39;t take all this. Graduation is just so soon, and I can&amp;#39;t believe I am actually saying bye to uni life in may! Provided that I pass every single module of cos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ar, now I know wher I am. Cyberjaya! Hehehe. I feeeeeel extemely gooooood. But my fingers are soring. Update in awhile! Hehe&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6410789553677864833?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6410789553677864833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6410789553677864833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6410789553677864833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6410789553677864833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/point-3-dnowhichhighway.html' title='Point 3 - Dnowhichhighway'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4481821707083090079</id><published>2009-12-23T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:26:36.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point 2 - KL Sentral</title><content type='html'>Omg! God bless me! I just checked on webbie that the bus to lcct leaves at 9.15 and the next trip wil be at 10.15. Omg! I was so worried cos d train stopped for quite awhile in d middle of nowhere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when I finally got to kl sentral, dumbo me cldnt remember wher to go to buy tix as well as board d bus. Lucky! I walked blindly and got here 10minutes before d bus leaves. Tmd, I berry jinzhang. I don&amp;#39;t know why bt this feels like an adventure for me. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish airasia will delay for me today. Haha. I feel so goooood right now =) it&amp;#39;s 2121 now. Will be at lcct at 2221, if what d taxi driver told me is right. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Update again =)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4481821707083090079?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4481821707083090079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=4481821707083090079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4481821707083090079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4481821707083090079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/point-2-kl-sentral.html' title='Point 2 - KL Sentral'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-322587393083220830</id><published>2009-12-23T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:48:52.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point 1</title><content type='html'>Okay, I&amp;#39;m on ktm now. Safe trip please. Muggers don&amp;#39;t notice me please. Omitofo &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-322587393083220830?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/322587393083220830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=322587393083220830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/322587393083220830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/322587393083220830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/point-1.html' title='Point 1'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6889517906315243390</id><published>2009-12-23T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:46:30.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to love =)</title><content type='html'>To mister kang,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;U are somewher in d midsky right now. Unaware that a big surprise is awaitin for u. I&amp;#39;m at subang&amp;#39;s ktm station now, waitin to board d train to kl central. The taxi driver jus told me that I should have got out earlier. And that I might not be able to get to d airport on time. But I just wna try. Cos I know u will love this surprise. Hopefully?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s 2038 now and the time estimated for d train to arrive is at 2056, which has been delayed again and again. Obviously I am not that familiar with malaysian public transport as it is known to be delaying all the time. I started to worry that I might not make it on time and when I finally get to lcct, u are already on d way to subang on d cab. Well, god please bless me and d long awaited train.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told ya that I will be out with friends with dinner and might not make it back home on time. However, now I&amp;#39;m lookin forward for the look on ur face now. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will update again later. And people, if u happen to read this and by 1am u have not seen my post telling that I&amp;#39;ve got home. You know where to look for me. God, u mesti bless me as it&amp;#39;s well known that malaysia own a record in its crime records. Hahaha. But of cos la. Choichoichoi. Hehe. Update later. Lovessss.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6889517906315243390?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6889517906315243390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6889517906315243390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6889517906315243390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6889517906315243390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-my-way-to-love.html' title='On my way to love =)'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8469564193127644485</id><published>2009-12-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:12:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of midnight oil burning.</title><content type='html'>It's back to college after one very short semester break. Then I realise, it's already the 10th of December, reaching the end of 2009. I have not changed much, I thought, and I am merely just the cockroach that has not evolved with time. Revolution, they call it, and when is mine coming? A drastic change in life, that's what I'm waiting for. It's not like I'm not satisfied with life, just that I just couldn't settle down. I' think I'm looking forward for something. Something could possibly be anything, but I just don't know what it is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, these days we have been talking about trips. Chengdu, HongKong, Macau and specifically Taiwan. I didn't have a lot of opportunity for being a tourist when I was young. Back there, there is no AirAsia and travelling by air is deemed as a luxury to us, well, at least to my family it is. We kids get to go travel to China with grandparents every year, but we somewhat have to queue and take turn. And when it is finally my turn to be on board, shit happened, which I don't remember what, how and why, I am left with a disappoint heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Airfares were made so freaking cheaper cos of competition. No, I am not doing some analysis on the market but rather being pathetic cos despite the low fares, I am still stuck within this two continents, Borneo Island (eh, it's just an island) and Peninsular Malaysia (eh, it's just a peninsular). Sigh. After dreaming, we all were hit hard by the reality. The reality that assignment due date is just two days later. So we stayed up late night. So we talked about it even across the lunch and dinner table. So we regretted not starting earlier. So we kept commenting on facebook. So we became such a multi-tasker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/ewen-ing%20blog/multitask.jpg" border="0" height="400" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8469564193127644485?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8469564193127644485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8469564193127644485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8469564193127644485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8469564193127644485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-midst-of-midnight-oil-burning.html' title='In the midst of midnight oil burning.'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/ewen-ing%20blog/th_multitask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3621682068816213071</id><published>2009-11-12T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:11:57.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bally shoutout</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. I am so sorry for the once in a blue moon update recently (in fact it has already been a year or so). Actually I jus lost the mojo to write and the patience in story telling. Anyway I am now blogging via yan's iPod in little bally. Pei the bitch is singing tonight and tan is hrlpin koda kumi doing plastic surgery. I found it extremely hard to write here so I am just gna say bye. And yea. See you real soon Brunei! loves from ss15!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3621682068816213071?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3621682068816213071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3621682068816213071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3621682068816213071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3621682068816213071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/11/bally-shoutout.html' title='Bally shoutout'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2295888341018160651</id><published>2009-10-24T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:24:04.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is alive</title><content type='html'>I am unable to reason out why I've been missing from here all this while. The last post was written way back end of June and it's end of October now. All I'm able to say is that - I've lost my mojo to blog, which is a bad thing cos when I write, I reflect. When I reflect, I stop and think about events in life, the influence of it on my life, and what am I going to do. Okay, this is supposedly AIC (Accounting In Context). So basically this post gna be updates on what happened during this hiatus of me blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved. Not away from SS15. Not away from the pile of cash that I'm sleeping on every night. Not away from the 6 fleets of stairs that I have to climb at least twice everyday. I've moved, just to the room next door. As compared with the former one, my new room is much less spacious with the windows, crows-seeable through the windows, inflicted with a limestone-like ceiling where its historical records shown that it actually leaks when it rains where rain is visible via the windows, and have I mention this? My new room comes with windows! You know those tiny squares or rectangles pieces of glass where sunlight can actually shine through? You will never know how desperate one could be unless you have stayed in a room where not a single ray of sunlight can shine into for close to 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am speaking, I'm listening to the horrible and terrible cries of hundreds crows, my guess is 200 from outside the window. However, I smiled upon listening. At least now I'm not captivitised in a room of four cold and lifeless walls. Now I could see how the ugly crows flap their wings for escape from my room. Now I could spy on passerbys from my bed. Now I could check whether the BurgerShop is open from my window. Now I'd know whether it's day or night without looking at the right bottom corner of my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was like er, room-warming party at my place? Mini gathering for classmates stranded in KL was held for the celebration of Jeffrey and Vincent's birthday. GheeVui, all the way from Nottingham, Louis all the way from UCSI and Jeff all the way from IMU made their way to Subang. It's rare having a chance to gather here as everyone is so widely spreaded away on this Peninsular. One night of steamboat and liquor was flooded with laughters. Hope everyone enjoyed the so called hospitality that we provided. Hahahhaa. At least we spared out an empty room for ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started a small business along with 2 other friends from Bru. Will reveal when it's officially operating. Gna mask and make it mysterious first. Teehee. Those who already knew, maintain low profile sikit first ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. What else... Oh yea.. I'm in my 3rd year, the last year of my Degree Course. Semester started 3 weeks ago and I can somewhat foresee my life for the upcoming 8 months. To quote Nand, yea, we are all gna live our life on a treadmill. We just have to keep moving. There's no excuse to keep running, except stopping occasionally for a break to restore water molecules. Let's not be so philosophical like for now. I'm already MCC about some topics at this moment so I better save some brain juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else. IDK. Here dulu la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2295888341018160651?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2295888341018160651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2295888341018160651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2295888341018160651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2295888341018160651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-is-alive.html' title='I is alive'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-975291970333044343</id><published>2009-06-21T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:30:26.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Sunday</title><content type='html'>Good Morning world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakey at 2pm or 3pm has been the "morning" in my world for sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;Last night before I went bed, I've played some music to keep me asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I wakey feeling so good cos XiaoYu, Jay, PennyDai, JJ and NanQuanMaMa sang me to bed! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, out of boredom, I've baked a Unbaked Lemon  Cheesecake the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I've googled up the recipe from Google (abuden) and just simply tried it out when boredom struck me.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, not bad, I likey many, except that the cheese is way too soft, more like cream than cheese actually, it's made of cream cheese anyway so what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;And out of boredom, I kept running towards my kitchen and opened the fridge for another plate of cheesecake yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;This shall prove that it really tastes good. I might have some talent in the cuisine/food and beverage field. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, out of boredom, I'd get few pounds extra just because I need to eat something to keep boredom away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd Sunday in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;Still boring.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-975291970333044343?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/975291970333044343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=975291970333044343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/975291970333044343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/975291970333044343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-sunday.html' title='3rd Sunday'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-30466449008090971</id><published>2009-06-15T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:17:44.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is no crazy</title><content type='html'>What do you expect of a 2nd Sunday in Brunei? Let me tell you mine. It's been an insane act and people's been calling me crazy/idiot/stupid/foolish/mad/sick or whatever u call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a typical Saturday, I've been a good girl staying on my mom's side with her while she's doing her groceries, except the fact that I left and walked for a cup of EasyWay with my sis. I don't know if Saturday's such a good and lucky day that everyone seems to be holding their party that day. My GrandMa's Bday/Min's mom's Bday/WeiDeng's Bday (don't even know him, just that it's held at Lu's place so I went, cos Lu said 'With or without him, party's still on' hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bitch Ting has been a real bitch that day. She said that if she were not there at 7pm to watch Pei's ASQ last round with Lu, she'll be the A cup airport and if she made it, she's gna be a BO BA, with big boobies. And when I texted and asked if she's an airport or D cup owner just to check out whether she has claimed her 'boobies', she replied 'Not D Cup, I'm E Cup now.' *puke dao wo si*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at home, went to Lu's at around 9. Sing K-ed, played games, shouted, screamed, laughed, joked, finished up a bottle of Absolute Pear, which to my surprise, doesn't taste THAT bad, got a lil tipsy therefore I sat at a side choosing to talk instead of drinking anymore cos I need to wakey early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 4am when we finally cleaned up and went to Semporna for supper/breakfast, u name it. Weird enough, Semporna seems like a place full with tipsy and nocturnal beings who needs to freshen up before hitting the road home as I saw lots with rosy cheeks over there. The BF came and fetched me after his friend's another party. He seemed to be drinking even more than I did, cos he smelled both like a liquior bottle and ashtray. I drove home that day and when I got home I just dropped dead on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6am when my sis woke me up. With less than an hour's sleep, I am to keep to my promise to go jungle trekking with her. It was actually an activity organised by Guang Hui and I'm kehpoh enough to join just bcos I have nothing better to do. So yes, on the 2nd Sunday Morning in Brunei, I went to jungle hiking with a whole gang of juniors which I don't even know any single person except my sister. Dumb enough. Actually at first I have company, just that someone ffk-ed me. Hmpfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/k70BAkI0msWkfgvS0keydA?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8RMNFr2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/CvvIzSVzhkw/s400/DSC03671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing shorts that day and thorns and branches been ripping both of my legs off while hiking. Slipped off a few times as a result of wearing a pair of converse there.  Added up few scars up on my legs. The air at 6am to 7am was really mesmerizing. Sucha magical feeling with some sorta enchanting power. I feel soooooooo energetic and goood and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MIDx54umf_NU4nnsBBQPGA?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8RMaaoMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mKZFDOFui1c/s400/DSC03673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We actually were given the options between a long distance trip or short distance trip. And since we were already there to hike, why not give full effort in challenging ourselves? As a result, spent 2 or 3 hours pulling my old body up and dragged down and pulled up and got down again under the hot sun, non stop. Imagine walking on a flat surface for 3 hours and it should be tiring enough. Imagine going up and down in a jungle for 3 hours, without sleep the previous night, DIE. But after hours of struggle, finally, WE FINISHED THE TORTURING JOURNEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5347457508676281330"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8RaglI_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/7cqBifzOgO8/s400/DSC03675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The small miniature building is PTE btw and this is the view when we were about to finish the whole thing. Actually the journey was quite entertaining, as there's actually a walking jukebox with us. 2 or 3 of the juniors who were behind me has been singing from 0% to 70% of the journey and the song they sang was quite funny. At first, there's AhNiu's 'ROTI CANAI, NASI LEMAK, all sorts of malaysian food song' which made the first part of the journey quite hungry already. Haha. Then there's Teresa Teng's song. Then there's Right Round. Then theres Lollipop. Then there's Sugar. Then there's Right Round's Chinese Version. Then there's LiShenJie's song. Then there's Jay's Kai Bu Liao Kou. Then there's lots more. Haha. Really entertaining. The remaining 30% has been really quiet cos I think it's either that they are toooooooo far behind us or toooooooo tired to open their mouth already. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole journey, we were given 2 coupons to redeem for food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UZBINoLMD4F7-iM0rBeHMg?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8RVZA_nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/INfkGdXqtOo/s400/DSC03676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Secondary School, there's this Milo Truck that's distributing free Milo right? And with kiasu Wen, when there's free Milo, it will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hE6IiQUk6Nl2bHVr2sMnnQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8RTXhoxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hPR7aGUxsI8/s400/DSC03677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bottle rather than cups. Hahahahahhahaha. Aiya save time and energy to queue up again when you know one cup is just toooooooooooooo little after the whole tiring journey. I need glucose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UXYNMnLcktLT2yxgR5Uq5g?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8vBGLasI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hWMoL0skStY/s400/DSC03678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Sandwitch. Ready to eat. Just open and stuff it in your mouth, then munch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while still in my smelly tee, we went to Lucky's for breakfast. Lucky that Lucky's full with people but I know none of them. My ugliest, most 'diuga' and smelliest outfit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Pl61aHXGAVkZByNXEAy33g?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8vGG4SuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tRorjkk-s1o/s400/DSC03679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home right after showered and dropped dead on bed at 12. Wakey at 5pm still feeling dead. BF said I look amazingly weird when I do not talk much cos I is dead fish. No can blame, I feel like slapping myself in hope to be lively and bubbly again. Slept at 4 or 5am feeling fresh right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the lesson? Never go hiking without proper sleep. Takes up 2 days to be energetic again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-30466449008090971?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/30466449008090971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=30466449008090971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/30466449008090971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/30466449008090971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-is-no-crazy.html' title='I is no crazy'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/SjX8RMNFr2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/CvvIzSVzhkw/s72-c/DSC03671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-9134708666290963336</id><published>2009-06-07T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:58:10.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come away with me</title><content type='html'>What do you expect of a Sunday Morning in Brunei? Sleep until it's noon? Wakey early morning to have a scrumptious meal in FongManLou or Lucky, stuffing Siumais and HarGaos down your throat? For my first Sunday Morning back in Brunei, I'm lucky enough to coincide my return with CHMS's funfair. Albeit it's name 'FUN'fair which is supposed to be fun, it seems dull enough for me this year. Was it my problem, the fact that I'm no longer a young bubbly teen or is it hat the juniors ran out of fresh ideas in setting up their booths? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredibly hot blistering Sunday afternoon, I've failed to wakey early to CHMS, which at the same time failed to keep to my promise to lil bro of going at 10am, as usual, which is actually expected. Haha. Funfair was no fun at all. More like foodfair. No terrifying ghost house nor horse rides nor fun shooting games. All they've got are Ayamku's, Chill's, TK Restaurant's, Kingston's (where I saw Jeff, Ting's sis working that day) and Bouncer (which I bumped into GheeVui and got to know that she's back in Bru already and working on behalf of her uncle). Sounds boring ain't it? It was boring. And I felt that I'm really the 'past' cos usually when I go CHMS, I'll bump into some juniors or friends which I'd be able to recall who they are and what their names are from my pathetic brain capacity, but not this time round. I found every single one who walked by were simply anonymous for me. And noone waved and said hi. It's as if I'm just a bygone, where my name remains in the history, in the graduation year book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my weekend. Monday came and was actually planning to go for a badminton game with the BF. Just before hopping into the BF's car, called Ting to give her a lecture of ffk-ing me on Sunday. There she was apologizing and said she was going for a badminton game with her colleague. Then blahblahblah and anyway, I went for a few games of badminton with her gang. Still the same dry stick which is as white as snow, with thick face as thick as dictionary Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my weekdays with Gossip Girls, Prison Break and The Sims 3. Still as lifeless as ever. But I've been a good auntie. Teehee. (Realised that being an auntie doesn't sound like a compliment) Unpacked my luggage and hanged my clothes in the closet, which I'll usually unpack only after 2 weeks, I'm that lazy, mind you =) I've made Pearl Milk Tea, homemade at home! In case you want to know, I've bought the pearls from the Sunway-Deperate-For-A-Man-Auntie and home cooked at home, 70% as good as Auntie-Desperate I'd say. The Q-ness? Check! The sweetness? Check! Nice Tea? Check as well, thanks to my great sister who makes the best Tri-Colour-Milk-Tea on earth. But looking at how she makes the tea, I'd decided to take less dose of it as it's freaking fattening. Made sushi as well due to boredom. Gna bake cookies maybe tmr, all thanks to almighty BOREDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7luZt9bcCcRT4YqkcIHrWA?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Si-61saCFcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2xqzHsi7WHw/s400/DSC03616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncooked lil pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/woTsgCfftIrNFKdjgwxp-w?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Si-61he0cWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/D-gRQud0VKU/s400/DSC03615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The cooked born to be tadpoles. The eggs of Mrs.Toad/Froggie/what-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ub_u2bwmFOhkI8HwwZJj7A?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Si-614DW5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y8Bmg2qlfls/s400/DSC03623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The 300kcal per cup Tri-Colour-Milk-Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Drink this for one week everyday after meal and I'll assure you that you are not far away from being called FATASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it gna make me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, a great gourmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, a fat ass before everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone throwing a party somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me in your guest list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is dying, you no can murder me, no you can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-9134708666290963336?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9134708666290963336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=9134708666290963336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/9134708666290963336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/9134708666290963336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-away-with-me.html' title='Come away with me'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Si-61saCFcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2xqzHsi7WHw/s72-c/DSC03616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7393375141696217965</id><published>2009-06-06T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:57:32.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die</title><content type='html'>Holiday over in KL has officially ended and I'm now laying my butt on my bed in my comfy Brunei room. Within these 10 days in KL, lots fun we have and lots jokes we cracked, with mixture of gossips and facts (you judge yourself). Went shopping, sing K, Cheras Night Market, Sungai Wang, Cameron Highland, dined in Tenji which is super good. Just within this short 10 days, I had 3 nights of alcohol gathering night. I think I'm starting to like the heat that's burning in the throat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 2nd day I'm back here and boredom is starting to kill me, partly bcos I'm getting infuriated by the fact that I'm gna be the same for the four months? Four freaking months. All I feel like doing is eat eat eat. Damn, sure gain fats. Last night once I landed in Brunei, my Easyway is already waiting for me in the BF's hands. Haha. He knows me best. Finished up the 350ml Green Apple flavoured Green Tea, next we headed over to his place for the dinner. 5 satays, a bowl of mee soup and beehoon in the stomach. As if not enough, when I got home, I cooked myself the famous MeeGoreng from Indonesia with some beef. All food is being consumed since I landed at 9 plus till 12am or 1am. Die. Sure fat till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is better. I had a bowl of mee soup, EasyWay, 2 kebabs, Nachos. Shit, not any better. Hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. This post is getting lamer. Colourless. Lifeless. Foodful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the life I lead in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Die Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom is strangling my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helppppppppppppppp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7393375141696217965?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7393375141696217965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7393375141696217965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7393375141696217965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7393375141696217965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/06/die.html' title='Die'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1268877831274846453</id><published>2009-05-27T04:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:41:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>From tmr onwards, you won't be seeing me online until I is back in Bru.&lt;br /&gt;And that's on the 4th of June.&lt;br /&gt;Life's gna be real boring without internet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooo, happy holidays people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1268877831274846453?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1268877831274846453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1268877831274846453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1268877831274846453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1268877831274846453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/05/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6186950717587673301</id><published>2009-05-24T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:28:11.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cincai</title><content type='html'>Good Morning world, it's 9am and I am awake on a Sunday morning. I wake up early in the morning to what? Okay, I just have to be honest and tell you. I'm going to jog. Okay. That's not funny. Alright, I'm still awake and haven't sleep since last night. Just shut up cos' it's Missie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPY's&lt;/span&gt; birthday yesterday and okay, it's a Saturday night so we happy happy lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smell like a bottle of whisky right now. You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bouquet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bunga&lt;/span&gt; for her. Ada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Macam&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt; to buy for her right? But actually it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; I thought that we didn't/haven't/is going to buy present for her so to let her less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;, so we just bought a bouquet of flower to give her face first. So we went to Ole Ole Bali which I always wanted to go for dinner. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;okayokay&lt;/span&gt; only I'd say, I still love my Manhattan Fish Market. No baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BarBQ&lt;/span&gt; Plaza, I did not forget about you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Muacks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner straight went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WeiHong's&lt;/span&gt; place at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ridzuan&lt;/span&gt; which seem like such an awesome place to me, not the limited food choices but their unit with a living room THAT big, a bedroom so cosy. Have a drink and after called Victor up and asked him to bring us to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yamchar&lt;/span&gt;. Now I wonder if he smells like an onion just now cos I just read his blog and he mentioned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ridzuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; h20. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;WeiHong's&lt;/span&gt; place and have few shots again watching them play poker. I just don't dare to sit down and play myself cos I'm afraid to lose my chips. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Talked lots over at the balcony, been long time since I had any 'heart2heart' session, that's what Ting and I used to name the session where we spilled to each other of the thoughts that we usually don't talk about in the public. Like how you feel bout XXX and what is so bad about ZZZ that you think he should do. But now we upgrade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; already, as the number of my age started to increase, the topics I now talk is getting more mature. Now Pei and I was talking about society, like how is it like and what is the employers looking for in employees and how should we balance between interpersonal relationship with colleague and the success you gain if you win boss's heart. This two variables are like sharing an inverted relationship, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling super hungry now and I want to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll continue again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do things a lil 'suibian' these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6186950717587673301?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6186950717587673301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6186950717587673301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6186950717587673301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6186950717587673301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/05/cincai.html' title='Cincai'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7910231139843573716</id><published>2009-05-23T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:43:05.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start breathing..</title><content type='html'>I've been to hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to torture and survived through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished all my exam papers and all I could say is that I've underestimated it. Not that I have not put enough effort in it, I've never ever do my revision under such overwhelming stress level before. Like I have started my revision like 1.5 months in advance, organized group study after class at 5pm until the librarian started chasing us out at 10pm, went to SzY's place for group study from 1pm till 6am. Yes, you did not read wrongly, that's how much effort we all have put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the outcome is not what I have expected with the amount of effort I've put in. It's hard for me to recall what I've actually done this few days but I have no regrets like at all. The only regret is that my mom did not give birth to me with a larger memory capacity, I have forgotten every single lil thing that I've revised one month ago. It sucks big time. It sucks big time knowing that you have tried your very best, really really tried your best in doing all revision and upon receiving and reading the exam paper, all you feel like doing is run to a lamp post and bang hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This berating on myself mainly comes from the CF paper, the last paper I have sit just now. Just by thinking of it makes me feel like crying. Really, if I am able to materialise the amount of regret, I'll say it's almost the same as losing RM1000. So upon reading the paper, I've been struggling and looking for the question that's from the same planet that I come from. My expectation level drops to the minimum, from getting a distinction straight to a pathetic 35 pass. That's how tough the paper was. I've been struggling throughout the paper, moving my pen from 4pm until 7pm, and did 5 questions. I was still worrie that I might not get a pass. When the time is up, I turned to my left and saw my friend filling in only 4 question numbers, and I thought "Owh shit, why didn's she try even if she don't know? It's such a waste of marks". And I sat there waiting for the examiner to collect my paper. Right after that, I went out and realised that I have to answer 4 questions only. This sucks big time. I almost cry on the spot. I did not know the answer for question 1 but I thought I should just simply answer it, at least I will get some marks for the workings. So I just tried. This is the biggest mistake that I've done cos we only need to answer 4 questions. I answered 1,2,3,4,6. You say die or not this time? And worse, I've wrote two pages for the question 6 so I'm pretty confident that I'll get at least 15 out of the 25 marks. Now I'm pretty confident that I will be back for the referral during August. Damn it. I've never feel tat I'm such trash like I feel right now. Damn emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just for future reference when I get the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ewen, for FA, you did not balance your consolidated balance sheet. Your CFS is okay for sure. But let's see, your theory part was okay okay cos I don't remember anything from it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your Audit, sucks to the big time again cos you spent a whole week trying to figure out the answers for the past year questions and when you were answering it, you realise your brain is already dead, resulting from the excessive readings the previous night, or would I say morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your MA, surprisingly, the pre-exam revision worked out pretty well. This I would say is the best subject that you did, based on the exam paper that you've did. All thanks to Mister Soh Kean Yew (I wrote full name as it is one sort of respect), our MA part time lecturer who is definitely better than Mister Fan. Without you, I don't think I'll complete and fill up all the answers, not leaving any with blanks. I owe u big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your TTP, sucky again cos the day before exam, worst happen, by that I mean your bloody period. Zero revision done cos you seriously can't even sit straight and need to swallow painkillers to ease your pain. This painkillers might has made you blur and lose your concentration to a certain extent so all those readings 1.5 months ago have been officially a waste right now. You did not remember a single thing. You were feeling so bad during exam cos your uterus is trying to play a fool out of you, which explains why you come out an hour earlier before the exam ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your CF, prepare for referral please. The day before the exam you were having major headache, might be the side effects of the painkillers, I ain't sure. I just wish that Mister Kenneth will notice that I bu xiao xin answered question 1, please mark my question 6 instead of 1. I don't want to be back during August!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than studies. Let's talk about something else. This wil be a long post cos I don't know, there's a lot that I want to vent out. So Patrick and Melly is actually one thing right now, officially, which gave me the biggest shock of the month. No you two did not freak me out, it's just that I am pretty stupid to not realise anything before the announcement on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've sent my Internship Application to HSBC earlier, just tried one company and I was prompted for an interview. Few days later I was informed that they need an intern for their website designing and asked how good am I. I know that I'm not really good, just know the basics and I was frank and told them that. Awaiting for reply but don't think I really gna work? Dno. Lots of issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the last day of exam and I'm officially in a holiday right now, for 4 freaking months. I will be staying here for 10 days more, for trips to Penang or Malacca maybe, which is subject to changes cos I think we're still in the planning stage. Just wish things will work through. Cos if it's not, what's the use for me to stay till June when I came shake my bumbum and say bye maybe tmr? So after the CF exam, went to Puchong for ShabuShabu. A very creative way of serving food I'd say. Will attach picture soon, maybe tmr cos if I am to upload pictures again I'll take forever to update my blog. Then right after that joined Pei, WanYen, Wendy, VoonVoon and Diana for Night at the Museum 2. Bloody funny. Loving it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Pei's birthday and to my dahhhhhhhhhhhhlengggggg. Happy big 2 zero. Sounds old to me right now but guess I'll join you next year to the big 2 zero club. Huggiehugs. Rou ma de hua I'll tell you next time cos I'm in a hurry in finishing up this post cos I've been writing non stop and it's 5.29am right now. I many cheng yi de hoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been the KaiMa of owh-so-cute Louis, the offspring of A&amp;amp;W for almost one week cos the mama went to Thailand. Damn cute I'd say. Post picture next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been to Astro's recording for three or four times already for the shooting of the ASQ 09. Just feel like getting involve more in things like this instead of balancing and checking some people's accounts. But I have to be a bitch if I wna be someone popular in their circle so I think it's better not to be involved as well. I hate troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next? Owh well, 10 days more. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;1. Go Cheras Night Market.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend the RM50 cash voucher from Padini.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go Broga Hill, I wonder if the promise is still kept? Hmm. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go Sing K sing till I drop.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go play badminton till noone's gna say I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Bru, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Options&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go paktoh everyday and be a queen at home.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go eat till I turn fair fair fat fat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go exercise till I become 36, 24, 35. Kiampui. Shrug the stomach off.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be a brilliant driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my english vocab, sentence structure and spellings for this post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing using Primary 4 student's english standard. Judge me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how did you do for your papers people&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I keesiao already. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7910231139843573716?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7910231139843573716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7910231139843573716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7910231139843573716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7910231139843573716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-breathing.html' title='Start breathing..'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8488206735613692832</id><published>2009-05-11T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:09:31.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam is coming to town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote of the day :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ewen wants to remove her humongous brain, pour knowledge all over her brain and see how much her brain can absorb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a jug of knowledge? Spare me please. Okay. It's kind lamo anyway cos I'm trying to find an escapade from all of these hefty studies by coming up with things that I thought it is incredible. To prevent myself from being stressed out, I need to find other stuffs to do from time to time. If you ask me how's my preparation, I'd say motivation and focus is definitely not on my side. And as usual, my memory fails me all the time. To sum up, I guess this final exam is all about putting my chips all in lucks. Showhand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam has officially commenced today. With International Business Analysis as the starter, coming up with Financial Accounting as the appetizer, Audit and Corporate Governance, Management Accounting as the main courses and Tax &amp;amp; Tax Planning, Corporate Finance as the finisher/dessert/mouth washer, whatever you call it. As I am typing this, guess IBA takers are scribbling on their exam papers about Heineken/Nissan/Ford/Sony Ericsson. Maybe too late but still lucks to all, especially to the Bitch Owner and SS2 Driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. McD seriously needs to take note of the conduct and attitude of their employees. As a service provider, a MNC fast food retail chain, where even Kelly's Dog eats/licks their Sundae (browse thru her facebook pics, FiFi with pink lips and green eyes), they should at least employ decent workers to work over the counter. Leave all without proper ethic and manner in the kitchen so they would not infuriate happy customers like ahwen. So after my undelightful experience with McD last week, this week, McD proves me once again that they are really deteriorating, in terms of services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Bitch Owner needs to burn midnight oil last night to prepare for her exam today, she needs a punch of her Starbucks. So there we went and tapau-ed the RM16 Java Chip Frapp. Perfect service, perfect smile, perfect manners are provided despite the ugly Teeshirt and shorts that we are in. Then next we went to McD to tapau my McNuggets, to this Malay Girl over the counter. While making my payment, she pointed at the glass of JavaChip Yan was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MCD: 'HOW MANY?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: 'Huh? What how many?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MCD: 'HOW MANY?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: *points at the JavaChip* 'You mean this one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MCD: 'Ya ya ya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: 'RM16'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MCD: 'Berapa? RM16? Betul ke?' *shows her disgusted face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: 'Ya, RM 16'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MCD: 'Ini RM16. Adui. Mahalnya' *shows her tmd face that I feel like slapping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MCD: *turns to back and melambai-lambai to the back kitchen* 'Eh, yang itu RM16, memanglah mahal''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that you tell me? It's like she's mocking us, I feel insulted although I am not the one buying. Her attitude is like telling me "You spoiled brat. RM16 for the drink. Your parents' hard earned money and you are bazir-ing it. TMD KIDS' What do you expect? It's Starbucks comeon. Not from mamak. It's called Starbucks becos it's STARBUCKS! It's RM16 also bcos it's STARBUCKS. We choose what we want to spend on, do I even need to consult you before spending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please. When you ask about price, it's how MUCH not how MANY. You must feel lucky that I didn't reply u with 'Huh? How many? One, can't you count? You failed in your elementary mathematics or what?' or 'Huh? How many? Ohh, do you mean how much? "'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in and out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here then. Gotta drown myself in the audit notes before I have the impulse to stab the McD server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audit risks..&lt;br /&gt;Audit report..&lt;br /&gt;Internal control weakness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8488206735613692832?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8488206735613692832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8488206735613692832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8488206735613692832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8488206735613692832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Exam is coming to town'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5328037890760984889</id><published>2009-05-08T04:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:59:04.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this?</title><content type='html'>I stared at the reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I found it a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost Ewen.&lt;br /&gt;Someone just replaced her soul with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reflection..&lt;br /&gt;So lifeless&lt;br /&gt;So uninteresting, dull and boring&lt;br /&gt;So ugly, short and fat&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMD&lt;/span&gt; I don't know who the hell is the stranger&lt;br /&gt;Just get the hell out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn exam turned her into a serious ugly nerd who's life is all about books and notes&lt;br /&gt;She dresses as if she's living in the past&lt;br /&gt;She talks about the pathetic life she once owned, N years ago&lt;br /&gt;She is wilting with petals peeling off&lt;br /&gt;She is moving backward&lt;br /&gt;She is an asshole&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of May, be here soon&lt;br /&gt;Ewen needs to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teleported&lt;/span&gt; back urgently&lt;br /&gt;SHE NEEDS A LIFE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5328037890760984889?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5328037890760984889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5328037890760984889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5328037890760984889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5328037890760984889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-this.html' title='Who is this?'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2851598076703119782</id><published>2009-05-04T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:26:27.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McD</title><content type='html'>What is the worst experience you have with McD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday night, no, more like a Monday, right before dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Clock stroke 4.30am and an impulse to have McD breakfast were irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;1300-12-1300 were dialed on the phone and ordered were place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen : "No 23, SS15/8A.."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "No 22.."&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: "Eh no no, it's 23, not 22"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "No 23, SS15/6A.."&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: "No 23, SS15/8A, EIGHT A, LAPAN A"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operator informed that they will take 45 minutes for the delivery, I can't help but burst into laughter and said thank you to the blur operator. If it were to take 45 minutes, why not we two lazy bums just walk to McD and come back which might take less than 45 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, two idiots climbed up the sofa and had their heads hanging in the air with the risks that the crows out there might just peck on them, just to check the McD delivery man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5am, McD man called. "We were there 5 minutes ago but noone answered the door so we left. We will be there again in 2 minutes. Come down now yea.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for their breakfasts, 2 idiots went down and sit on the dirty stairs and waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD man called : "Miss Ewen, can u gimme ur address again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: "23, SS15/8A. Boss, boleh cepat ke? Tadi kan cakap 2 minit, sekarang sudah half an hour. Cepat la. Saya memanglah sanggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat lapar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD man : "K k k, sorry ar! ONE MINUTE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, McD Delivery Man reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry yea, the center gave the wrong address. He said SS15/6A. If you want to complain, complain the center not us k?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did I say it's EIGHT A, LAPAN A, BUKAN ENAM A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewen: "Masih fresh ke makanan ini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD: "Ya ya ya, pastilah fresh. Kami replace yang baru sudah. Pastilah fresh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let it be. Cos I is toooooooooo hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up the stairs. Undress the meals and food, with full excitement to find them cold and stiff. Okay, I'll forgive them for that, that's what I thought. So the Milo's cold? Let it be, will still taste like Milo. I will forgive. Where's the fork and knife? Nowhere to be seen. For your information, I ordered HotCakes with Sausage, which I prefer to apply butter and honey syrup with it. Okay, I will forgive them for that again, I will just use my hand to apply the butter, dip in the syrup, it's okay it's okay. Eh wait, where is my sausage? Nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect this from McD. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've walked there, bearing the risk of getting raped or robbed halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARghhhh.. i'm loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2851598076703119782?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2851598076703119782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2851598076703119782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2851598076703119782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2851598076703119782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/05/mcd.html' title='McD'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-331004476419032145</id><published>2009-04-30T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:34:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Coma</title><content type='html'>I've lost all my ability to write.&lt;br /&gt;All that I see coming out from my pair of hands are numbers and figures.&lt;br /&gt;This is really a tragic event for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convert my thoughts into words, that's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I will allow my this private space to be on hibernation for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your kind attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-331004476419032145?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/331004476419032145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=331004476419032145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/331004476419032145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/331004476419032145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-coma.html' title='In Coma'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2085842595254727900</id><published>2009-04-24T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:35:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucking in</title><content type='html'>I've just got back from the Astro's studio few hours ago. It was quite an enjoying session as I don't usually get the chance to visit Astro. However, it just reminds me of how fond am I towards life catering for an event/show/event. But guess this time round I've just got numb cos I don't feel particularly regretful or what cos' my mood is good. Unexpectedly good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to witness the whole shooting process of Astro Star Quest Preliminary Round 1, all thanks to SPY. And in case her dear friends and familiy members or long lost relatives don't know, and if Astro don't mind me revealing the result this early, PEI GOT IN!!! Her performance won her a position in the top 7, in terms of scores given by the judges. And through this contest, we've named alot of new nick names for them and have a lot a lot of views on them. Sometimes we don't even know their real names and could only recall when we call out their nicknames. For example, Falling Leaf (落叶).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it is 4.29am right now, I shall go bed first. For next post, I think it will be all criticism, compliments and thoughts on the 20 finalists. Btw, first hand information, Pei looked like a 青楼女子 just now with her hairsytle, macam high class pokpok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rereaded all posts in my private blog just now and realised that I've been getting worse in everything. Like everything. I think I've got extra few pounds and skin's been deteriorating and vocab been really limited and grammar really poor and i tak tau. Need to bed. There's alot of things for me to think about and I really don't know wth I is typing. Nights fellow *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2085842595254727900?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2085842595254727900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2085842595254727900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2085842595254727900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2085842595254727900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/tucking-in.html' title='Tucking in'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2369595840289405358</id><published>2009-04-23T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:39:50.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 239</title><content type='html'>I know I kinda owe few important posts which marks the milestone of my life, for eg, the greatest 19th birthday celebration ever in history which all of you might be jealous cos I happened to own the best friends that everyone want to have in the whole wide world. I have a whole list of words of gratitude to be posted up, which is still in progress cos it's really long and I have limited time. For this post, I am here writing solely for the sake of updating this blog. Btw, Pei is having her first preliminary round tmr and I will be there for her tmr. Class's from 8am to 5pm and I have to be at Bukit Jalil at 6pm tmr. Let's see how exhausted I'll be by tmr. I'm kinda emo now cos I couldn't sleep and my mind couldn't settle down. Like how am I gna plan for my revision to cover all 5 subjects the next week, where and how to start, where to go for Year 2 trip, when to book the air tickets back to Brunei, etc etc.  Sigh.  Woman, the emotional animal. I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tucked myself in bed numerous times but failed to hug myself to dreamland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told myself that I gotta be strong, like real strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hugged myself tighter to the extent that I can even smell my own Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 34seconds after that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything breaks off as I suffer in this sleepless night in this old tee of yours which still smell exactly like you, my personal brand of perfume which I couldn't get anywhere right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2369595840289405358?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2369595840289405358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2369595840289405358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2369595840289405358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2369595840289405358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-221.html' title='It&apos;s 239'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8308440051035430628</id><published>2009-04-11T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:08:20.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bluechip</title><content type='html'>It's reaching 9mw right now.&lt;br /&gt;And you are not here to cool it down abit.&lt;br /&gt;And you are on bed 94328342 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;LDR, aha!&lt;br /&gt;It's just such a fun and challenging thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that I like challenges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a high risk tolerant investor.&lt;br /&gt;Although by doing international investment, I am subject to currency risk, this is of no concern to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just because..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've spotted a good share.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I'll see you outperform the market.&lt;br /&gt;What I need now is a lil more patience.&lt;br /&gt;And tell myself to behold for the upcoming performance.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a lil longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8308440051035430628?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8308440051035430628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8308440051035430628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8308440051035430628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8308440051035430628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bluechip.html' title='My bluechip'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3603899929040286361</id><published>2009-04-11T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:52:59.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGM</title><content type='html'>If I were to list my homes, Tan Sri Loy Hean Heong Library would definitely be in it. These days I've been roaming around the library like it's a real COOL place to hang out. I'm willing to spend hours, like today, from 12pm till 10pm = 10 freaking hours in the dusty and lifeless library. I've never felt this nerdy before. All thanks to the University of West England. You made me feel like I'm a dumbass nerd who seriously need to get a life. If University of West England comes in a package, I'd recommend it to include accommodation in the library as part of the offer. If I were to give an opinion for improvements to be made, I'd propose the library to be 24 hours, with free flow of hot coffee and tea, maybe some snacks to soothen up the ambience and make it livelier so students would enjoy and not feel embarassed by their acts like I am. Aha! Life would be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the study group, I, 'Laughing Jie' as quoted by KeeShen, am to announce the outcome of the AGM we've held on Monday in DR3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Week 1 - Tax&lt;br /&gt;Study Week 2 - Audit&lt;br /&gt;Study Week 3 - Corporate Finance&lt;br /&gt;Study Week 4 - Management Accounting&lt;br /&gt;Study Week 5 - Audit&lt;br /&gt;*Note that Audit have been planned out to be carried out for 2 weeks due to the pathetic passing rate of 30+% last year. And with poor achievements in term of our assignments, we believe that more effort should be put in to qualify ourselves in getting 'PASS' in the module.&lt;br /&gt;*Note that we did not include Financial Accounting/International Business Analysis/Business Law in our schedule as these subjects are expected to be done by members during the weekends self-study sessions.&lt;br /&gt;*Note that Market Analysis for Private Investors are not included in the above schedule as THERE IS NO EXAM FOR MAPI TAKERS. -.-v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above decision have been made with attendance of our current members, Yan, SzY, KeeShen, Victor, CanU and TsunFei. Any alterations of plan would be notify and update on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to date, our Group has reached 8 members, with HengQi as the new member who have officially joined us this afternoon. Attendance are highly advised to all members who do not wish to leave their exam paper blank by the end of the day. WE HAVE TIPS FOR THE EXAM so please do approach us for more information. Okay, that is not true. We do not have any tips and if you happened to have it, please tell meeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, enough of lame me. Let's be serious.&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you seen Fairy Godmother lately? She never visit me. If you happened to find her, please do remind her to visit me sometime. I have one lil wish for now. Eh no, two. But if she finds me too greedy, I can just stick back to one. Really. She has to grant me some wishes from time to time so I'd not be lost. Fairy godmother, CALL ME or EMAIL me? Pweeetyyyyy puhleaseeeeeeeeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3603899929040286361?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3603899929040286361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3603899929040286361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3603899929040286361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3603899929040286361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/agm.html' title='AGM'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5360206660668830758</id><published>2009-04-08T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:36:52.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened but while I was having my nap just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that pushes me hard on bed and refused to let me turn my back on the bed while I was sleeping on my side.. Something that hypnotized me that I couldn't even part between being asleep or awake.. It's like I thought I was awake and my mom was here and when I really is awake like I am right now, it's just a dream.. Something that is so strong that my eyes and my body parts couldn't move at all despite me trying hard to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it actually something called laziness?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me..&lt;br /&gt;Sppooookieeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5360206660668830758?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5360206660668830758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5360206660668830758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5360206660668830758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5360206660668830758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5277662762124955360</id><published>2009-04-06T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:22:53.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A handful of luck please</title><content type='html'>This is another late night post. It's 2am and I'm sitting in front of my desk. You could see that I'm lonely cos' I'm practically conversing with my laptop using my fingers. These days I start to get worried bout my health. Okay, I am 18 turning 19 but I suspect that I'm going to get liver cancer/bladder stone/brain cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong evidence behind the above statement. First, I sleep late. I never sleep before 2am for like how many months already and it's always 3am or 4am when I finally get to straighten my backbone. This got worsen when it's weekends or holiday eve cos I literally do not sleep until it's 6am or 7am. What have I been doing all these nights, you ask? Don't ask me. I don't know what I was doing cos' looking back, I think I did nothing. Late night studies? I hope I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I think I'll get bladder stone sooner or later. I rarely drink water. My lil bottle of 450ml can lasts me for 3 days despite the fact that one is encouraged to finish up 8 glasses of water per day. And I work late night, which further proven the point that I need a gallon water more than usual people. My skin gna be real crumpled, worse than a bull dog few years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the brain cancer. I talk on phone for like 1 hour a day. And to make sure I could hear my alarm rings, I place my phone beside my pillow. Radiation or whatever, you name it. When calls come in or msgs come in, tadaadaadaaa.. My brain cells die die die or get mutated and pufff.. here comes the cancer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I know my problems. Will I take actions and start changing myself to lead a better lifestyle? I wish I will.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are drawing nearer. Okay, it actually starts officially on the 13th for me, it's May not April. When I get the timetable and I saw the 13th I was like omg, so soooooon? Lucky it's in May or else you will see me still in Year 2 by this time next year, CHOICHOICHOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audit result just came out today. I pass, no worries. The average isn't really that high so I think I'll consider myself lucky already. It's the MAPI individual assignment that keeps me worried not. It accounts for 50% of the whole module and I ain't sure how much will I score with that piece of trash. Not trash just, a shallow view of the funds in UK. That's tough. Really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I know is that I have a very very very strong instinct that something good is going to happen to me soon. Btw, I found it weird cos' I dno why I always take up like more than 1 or 2 hour just to write one post. This particular post takes me 3 days to complete. Guess multitasking isn't that efficient anymore. Hahaha. That just explains the rare and precious updates of this blog. In case you're wondering, I'm not dead yet, I just started to feel stress and the pre exam pressure already. It's actually good news cos' there's finally sth that moves my lazy and heavy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say byebye to the comfort zone!&lt;br /&gt;It's time to FA FEN TU QIANG. Paste the shit on the wall =.=&lt;br /&gt;Lame old meee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5277662762124955360?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5277662762124955360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5277662762124955360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5277662762124955360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5277662762124955360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/04/handful-of-luck-please.html' title='A handful of luck please'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5668608174088501929</id><published>2009-03-26T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:32:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the SPY</title><content type='html'>Elloooooooooo.. Surprise peoooopleeeeeeeeee... Quick update.. I no time edit this post kerana I is mata berat / sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dumbo friend, Pei ar Pei aka SPY is going to be in the Astro Talent Quest 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, sekarang she's one of the 20 finalists and will be going for 3 months training provided by Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.. if she's the winner this year, she's gna get the grand prize, a Honda City.&lt;br /&gt;And we're thinking of selling the Honda City and buy a Myvi, and buy looooooooooots of clothes using the remaining cash.. Hmmm.. One step closer to replacing Fei Bi! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambateh my friend! I is proud of you. Er, a lil only. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will definitely scream and yell for ya in front of the TV, even if I wasn't invited to witness the contest itself and indulge myself in being a hardcore fan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And all me readers, tolong pray abit k, cos this kinda stuff really needs luck. The judge might behsong you one day and disqualify you just like that. So donate some lucks here k? Good ones please. I will keep all and pass it to her before the semi final. I will appreciate you many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi pei.. I will be proud of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shine shine shine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5668608174088501929?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5668608174088501929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5668608174088501929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5668608174088501929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5668608174088501929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-spy.html' title='To the SPY'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6577880955430860355</id><published>2009-03-23T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:12:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick flashback</title><content type='html'>This will be a random post. Full with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Notice, by random I mean.. Perfectly random.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lbPSjBeQF6opMWPNE8Rn1A?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Scc2-JI1ZuI/AAAAAAAAACg/BZtL-LkNsGw/s400/DSC03106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;How much do you think this dress should costs me? I know I shouldn't wear jeans in this but I am too lazy to remove it. Anyway, back to what I was saying. This dress actually costs around 50 bucks. I was reluctant to spend on something I rarely dress in so I went for a walk and when I got back, thinking of getting it since I have not shopped for a long time, I came back to realise that it was sold. At how much you ask? Sold at 50%. At 25 bucks. Freaking RM25, BND 12 sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z8hz0-LFhY2veUdj_ViK9w?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Scc2_jcgusI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aFErbZo4M8E/s400/DSC03154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mister Adrian if you happened to see this. As requested, this is my so called 'short lengzai hair'. It's now different from picture above.&lt;br /&gt;I've cut my hair short and I miss my old hair. The first picture. How long it takes to grow back? And how much patience do I have to kill to grow it back? This is a war of determination and patience and I'm pretty confident that I will lose cos' the waiting period is just pretty annoying. Btw, it's my smart ass friend, Pei ar Pei behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belated V'day Present from the Boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Wz3S2RDlf3cIfmkjmuZCpw?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/ScdTiAtfddI/AAAAAAAAADY/hk24ROtlHNU/s400/DSC03179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall tell him..&lt;br /&gt;No it shouldn't be incredible me, it's Incredible You..&lt;br /&gt;Just becos' I've mentioned only once on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XwIrqnI24GOYP4T7Y3cvMg?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Scc2-75w5jI/AAAAAAAAACo/BZmQxjSLvPg/s400/DSC03133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to him.&lt;br /&gt;My owh-I-think-I'm-getting-more-creative Valentine's Gift.&lt;br /&gt;I printed this in Uni's computer lab and ran the risk of others getting my printouts.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can use Follow You Print but I prefer saving the hassle and get more excitements and feel adventurous by doing it the other way. I'm rebellious, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3ivYjRA7GVgcVKJRpag39w?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Scc2_OPIMAI/AAAAAAAAACw/eis6Ii-bPCU/s400/DSC03141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the distorted creature I was talking about earlier. I was worrying that the Boyfriend doesn't like it cos it is pretty distorted. This is really a tough process full with struggles between me and myself. It turns out that he liked it berry much, not sure if it's to make me happier or what. White lies are actually good, provided that it was told under certain circumstances =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_AOgoxlifwLYvQz1HB9shQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Scc2_7maIVI/AAAAAAAAADA/0SkcR1nQbKg/s400/DSC03157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Enjoying sunset by the beach. A low cost date, but I'll say it's close to perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HzRKTnoWee3m7Eywx6V-mQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/ScdTiYxju5I/AAAAAAAAADg/2tl6AyEjHZY/s400/DSC03189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ewenn.9/EwenING?authkey=Gv1sRgCM-vuJDPg62yBw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ewen i n g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first exposure of the BF's picture on my ewen-ing.&lt;br /&gt;And I choose this picture, cos' he was mad at me that night.&lt;br /&gt;And just b'cos he was mad, I think he look attractive here.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I like bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sound a lil out of my mind right now but this is the fact and Ewen is being honest.&lt;br /&gt;Bad guys ARE attractive, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a closing line, one week holiday have just ended and I am now back in this land of Stress. Everything now seems stressful to me, and I doubt I will enjoy this semester cos exams are around the corner and revisions are expected to commence soon, which I pretty much hate it cos I am still in my holiday honey moon mood. Sometimes I wish that I will gain something from whatever effort that I've put in doing it. But truth tell me that when your interest is not in your way, no matter how much effort you've put in, you still think that you've learnt nothing. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that he stuffed $ in my wallet before I fly off without telling me!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6577880955430860355?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6577880955430860355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6577880955430860355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6577880955430860355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6577880955430860355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-flashback.html' title='A quick flashback'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/Scc2-JI1ZuI/AAAAAAAAACg/BZtL-LkNsGw/s72-c/DSC03106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7387116073217781967</id><published>2009-03-21T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:45:53.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession induces depression</title><content type='html'>I dno what the heck is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call it Period Depression / PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so freaking extreme intense highly concentrated uber high level excessively utmost severely strongly berry berrily FANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I feel so fan that I can literally bite a dog's head off.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Mocha is not with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that's bugging me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Myself&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a serious and vital need to wake up and face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;It's harsh, I know.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feel so irritated and annoyed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need to give myself a big slap cos there ain't no time for me to slack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need to prove to myself that I'm mature enough to deal things on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I need to dream big and work hard. I don't even own a dream right now. Tmd. Time to seek for a realistic dream. Strive and work. No more "ngomong dong" in Indo, no more "ha ba heng heng" in Cantonese, "chui gong lam pa song" in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My departure&lt;br /&gt;In 2 days' time, I'm going to leave my comfort zone again. It never felt right to leave this place. 10 days are seriously way too short for me. I am super dooper extreme intensely severely reluctant to leave yet. Where else is it that better suits my comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Update tmr.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.45am right now and I haven't take my shower.&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7387116073217781967?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7387116073217781967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7387116073217781967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7387116073217781967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7387116073217781967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/recession-induces-depression.html' title='Recession induces depression'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4725787895071619128</id><published>2009-03-20T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:45:23.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, Let's Breathe</title><content type='html'>Take a deep breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smells better than you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4725787895071619128?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4725787895071619128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=4725787895071619128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4725787895071619128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4725787895071619128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-2-3-lets-breathe.html' title='1, 2, 3, Let&apos;s Breathe'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5390027164609009145</id><published>2009-03-19T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:28:31.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dang dang dang</title><content type='html'>Help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTM Malaysia has approached to cover our event tonight, and I can't even be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you have been pregnant for 8 months, been through all the ups and downs, tried to numb yourself with the disappointments and finally just before the pregnancy due date, you pass your baby/zygote/whatever to another woman and asked her to push the baby out for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a usual gestation period is 9 months and this event's gestation period in me is only less than 6 months, or so, it still feels like our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, best wishes to all the committee members for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Felt really bad for not being there. It's like I'm escaping from the heavy work.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being there to alleviate the pain a lil bit, or to help lightening the work load a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the stars tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Gambateh!&lt;br /&gt;Share pictures with me when I'm back cos' I don't want to feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, tonight.. What am I gna do to compensate for my loss.&lt;br /&gt;Dang dang dang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5390027164609009145?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5390027164609009145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5390027164609009145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5390027164609009145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5390027164609009145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/dang-dang-dang.html' title='dang dang dang'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2039416764088742435</id><published>2009-03-17T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:32:58.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ripas</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Greetings from Brunei. Greetings from RIPAS Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother have been admitted into the hospital for a minor operation. It's the two lil devilish tonsils that are bothering him again. And by tomorrow, the tonsils would not be able to bug him anymore cos we are going to remove it permanently. The following is typed by lil brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hello you all people.my name is seth. i'm in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;typing on the hospital bed.i feel just bored. nothing to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;every humans is in hospital. the doctor just came and checked me out.&lt;br /&gt;he is my friend now and he is good doctor. I never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;now im going to watch bedtime stories.&lt;br /&gt;byebye im going to watch movie now.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6150908198554834867-2039416764088742435?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2039416764088742435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2039416764088742435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2039416764088742435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2039416764088742435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/ripas.html' title='ripas'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2914596816585953358</id><published>2009-03-13T04:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:30:13.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations!!!</title><content type='html'>I am not in a blogging mood cos' I am sleepy and I thought I shouldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying tomorrow! Or rather few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;My flight is at 9am and I am going in at 6 cos MisterTaxiDriver says the traffic will be freaking busy at 7am, so to take the safest approach, better be early than late and miss my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some random talks.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY HTC TOUCH DIAMONDss!&lt;br /&gt;Notice the 's', it means plural.&lt;br /&gt;I actually meant HTC Touch Diamond 1 and Touch Diamond2.&lt;br /&gt;But it's freaking expensive, one for 2199 and another for 3399.&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends and brothers and sisters and relatives and girlfriends and boyfriends and lecturers and coursemates and whoever you are, can you all unite and do something for me?&lt;br /&gt;Buy me the diamonds! Pweeetty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Either one will do.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming, okay, one more month to go but stilll, may I add this to my birthday wish list?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be very very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Please do write a birthday card and sign ur name on it so I'll know who to be thankful with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, my temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just tuck myself tight in my blanket and dream first.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, my fake diamondssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edit once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the way, I just had my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Shortest ever.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I regret abit.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, abit.&lt;br /&gt;Too short, too lengzai.&lt;br /&gt;What do ya all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2914596816585953358?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2914596816585953358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2914596816585953358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2914596816585953358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2914596816585953358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/temptations.html' title='Temptations!!!'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5697943292125226594</id><published>2009-03-12T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:44:19.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in me arse</title><content type='html'>Advisors are the pain in the arse. Right in the anus tell you.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot a lot a lot a lot for me to vent about.&lt;br /&gt;Being such a hot blood woman, I don't think I could stand if I were to talk and listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I'm so gna fight back and argue with them.&lt;br /&gt;My patience level is not very high, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;But due to my identity as a committee member, I guess I should just shut up for the time being and be mature enough to think for the whole crew.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody ain't happy with them, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Owh shit, I think I can't stand anymore if I continue typing this.&lt;br /&gt;Imma sign out before I say anything bad about the advisors and they are gna cancel our event.&lt;br /&gt;Booohoohooo. That's such a threat. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mature enough when deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;Be forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' yea, generation gap DOES exist.&lt;br /&gt;They are the boss, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;They give you advice, you don't give them advice.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;Omitofo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5697943292125226594?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5697943292125226594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5697943292125226594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5697943292125226594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5697943292125226594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/pain-in-me-arse.html' title='Pain in me arse'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8455259185113194269</id><published>2009-03-10T04:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:39:24.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty pants</title><content type='html'>It's 4:34am right now and smartass Ewen just did it again!&lt;br /&gt;She slept at 6:30am the previous night cos her kehpoh friends came over and slept over.&lt;br /&gt;And smart ass friends slept until 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;And smart ass Ewen is freaking awake right now.&lt;br /&gt;Opps she did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm xxx-ing sth.&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't look like a xxx at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking distorted and er.. extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;But it's the thoughts that count, I've been hearing that alot.&lt;br /&gt;But does it apply to my case now?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I need to burn it before someone else see this distorted creature and sue me for having such a weird sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, please note that you are not being abnormal if you don't understand what I've written above.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't even understand it myself.&lt;br /&gt;I think being awake at 4:38am when you have class in less than 4 hours time will drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Like this smartass here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8455259185113194269?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8455259185113194269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8455259185113194269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8455259185113194269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8455259185113194269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty pants'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7729245745917772051</id><published>2009-03-07T04:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:28:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if it was because I slept too much this afternoon or was it because I'm worried bout tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Not worried, it's more like excited and looking forward to it cos I actually know nothing bout tmr =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Model Hunt '09's Audition tmr and I don't know how I got to be the emcee which I guess students from Mass Communication are dreaming and drooling and cat fighting with each other to get this position but oh well.. Accounting and Finance students like us do not fight with each other to get to talk on the stage, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my tmr. Or rather few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;Star Search Entertainment's founder and managing director, Mister Shaun Salim and Image Model Academy's founder, Mister Paul Kuan and managing director, Ruby Chin will be coming to Taylor's tomorrow and witness the birth of the 2009 top models from Taylor's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I should be putting on mask and sleep so I will look freaking good and stunning and fabulous and attractive tomorrow. But too bad, Ewen ain't that kinda girl cos she slept too much in the afternoon and she feel a lil bit sick right now and she can't sleep right now and she feel absolutely no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if I could do this tmr.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm good in my charisma or anything.&lt;br /&gt;If you insist me to be confident in myself, er.. maybe it's my gut.&lt;br /&gt;People, pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish to try sth that's out of my ordinary routine.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my life is so boring and I think I need to add a lil spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this spice, just suits me right cos finally, I am that lil bit closer to Event Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... oh welll&lt;br /&gt;...even just for an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For the last post, it's not him that's sweet, it's credits to the author =D&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Even if he's really sweet, sorry but try again next time cos I am not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT FRIDAY! Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7729245745917772051?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7729245745917772051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7729245745917772051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7729245745917772051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7729245745917772051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4964511638888175933</id><published>2009-03-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:57:07.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who anonymously asked my friend to bring me Vitasoy in the morning during secondary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who does all sorts of weird stuffs like miss-calling using house phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who has a really poooooooooor sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who made sandwich for me in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I said my goodnight and tuck in tight every night since I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who 'claimed' that he used to peek me from far 5 years back, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who gave me a new interpretation of Christmas, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who sat down on the carpet and patted me to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who make me jealous whenever I look into his eyes, cos' guys shouldn't own long eyelashes, it's such a waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who transformed the boyish me to a not-so-boyish me (I wna say 'lady-me' but guess lots of objections would arise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who hunted a bus down just to get back my lost phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who made me said the most unbearable goodbye, I still remember it was in CHMS main entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who sent me emails telling me about his life and keep me updated at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who couriered chocolates and greeting card half as tall as I am from KL to Brunei just to make sure I don't feel left out on Valentine's, which ended up becoming melted chocolate when it reached my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who caused me to suffer in heart-wrenching pain and where supply for tears never  take a halt that night, that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who albeit I told myself it's time to move on multiple times, I still fail to prove myself that I'm strong enough to take all those pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who made me cried in the middle of the night whenever memories got a chance to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I refused to talk to for months cos he hurt me too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I'll call myself dumbo for being naive enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I acted like a porcupine infront of him to defend myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who refused to get away after multiple times of getting hurt heartlessly by me and insisted to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who melted the thorns on me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who sat down quietly watching me completing my homework when I was mad at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who texted and asked me to check out what's infront of my house when it was noone else but him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who threw rocks on my windows just to check me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who set reminders on my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who tried his best to keep me away from falling hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who picked my broken pieces and put it back together with bleeding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who sang me to bed on phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who called just to say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I never could get awkward with when I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who boiled chinese herbs when I was in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I love to debate on current situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who drove me to the beach with Nasi Katok and GreenTea as a low budget date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who kept a planner, where on specific dates, he jotted down, "Remind her not to take any cold drinks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who shares his dreams in life with me, filled in with details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who shown me a glimpse of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who got me addicted to him like a piece of drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who don't know what to do when I suffer from PMS other than keeping me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who bear all my stubbornness and ridiculousness during PMS and have not rant even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who dare to risk his life and car by handing over his car to me on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who made me suffer from diabetes whenever he sweet talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I am afraid to lose right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I currently share a love-hate contradicting relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who seized my heart and took over my territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who wrote me a whole new definition of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who I've been talking about for the past few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back, let's toast for your 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Although the ceremony is held late by 9 days, my greetings will always be on time.&lt;br /&gt;Although belated, I will make it up to you. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep this tradition even until it's ur 81st birthday. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep my word. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4964511638888175933?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4964511638888175933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=4964511638888175933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4964511638888175933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4964511638888175933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-man-who-anonymously.html' title='To the man'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2946354492702689351</id><published>2009-03-02T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:34:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland la</title><content type='html'>There's too much of my feelings to tell about but I've just got so limited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I scold SCOTLAND to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEeesssh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2946354492702689351?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6433632564902880824</id><published>2009-03-02T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:24:12.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lil secret</title><content type='html'>Some lines that start with "I will.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ends with "....no matter what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just worth reading again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6433632564902880824?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6433632564902880824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2858460678735824248</id><published>2009-02-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:46:46.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I find myself loving Malaysia's weather.&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold like Kate Perry.&lt;br /&gt;Hot in the morning, and cold at around 4 until night time.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so right.&lt;br /&gt;So right that I started thinking bout myself, about Miss Ewen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are running through my mind, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to evade the evil thoughts and tried to generate positive brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;It's like having fever, the temperature comes down but hours later it went up to 38 degree celsius again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I got into the wrong stream since the first week of this course.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to communicate with figures and numbers, I prefer to deal with people and technology.&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself all the time, if I were given another chance to stand in the middle of the crossroad and choose between my dream and reality, which path would I take?&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I'd have the courage to choose my dream and major in Event Management.&lt;br /&gt;But until now, I still haven't found my courage to step forward and go against Accounting and Finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the worst decision that I'd made in my life, I'd say it's being less aggressive in pursuing my dream and compromise myself for an A&amp;amp;F which I guess I'm so gna regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果说要在自己生命中设下一个目标，它会是什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;如果说要为成功写下一个注解，你的成功会是什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;如果说能为自己的下辈子安排，你的故事大纲会是什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许&lt;br /&gt;若一切都能早知道&lt;br /&gt;我们就不会如此珍惜现有的一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to stay on and do my best.&lt;br /&gt;It's gna end in one year's time.&lt;br /&gt;I might graduate with 1st class, siapa tau?&lt;br /&gt;I shall be positive, as I'm undeniably blessed to have an opportunity to pursue a higher level of education. It's not really that bad after all as I got to know great people. Those I truly think worth knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enough of whining and ranting, I shall continue with my TTP.&lt;br /&gt;The WHATEVER-est module of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2858460678735824248?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2858460678735824248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2858460678735824248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2858460678735824248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2858460678735824248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-i-find-myself-loving-malaysias.html' title=''/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8522254577455291598</id><published>2009-02-25T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:13:21.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by KeeShen and Jean, Victor from facebook</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, you should tag 25 persons to pass this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate soft drinks. They make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cough when I clean my ears.&lt;br /&gt;3. Green Tea is my essential in everyday life. Sometimes I take 2 or 3 a day.&lt;br /&gt;4. I enjoy being alone once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate mornings. Try to ask me out for a meeting and I can assure you that I WILL BE LATE.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate Accounting &amp;amp; Finance despite the fact that I'm currently a Year 2 A&amp;amp;F student.&lt;br /&gt;7. Without internet, I will be a fish without h20.&lt;br /&gt;8. My memory is RAM memory. Ask me sth now and an hour later I will forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love movies that make me cry, it somewhat makes me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm allergic to seafood, tar, nicotine and tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;11. You wouldn't see me anywhere without my red hot k810i with me.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love to stay at home and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;13. I wish that the boyfriend weights only 15kg so I can pack him along in my luggage. He can be 20kg if I'm flying MAS =)&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to go to Taiwan for my graduation vacation.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have trouble reading analog watch. Give me 1 minute and I tell you the time.&lt;br /&gt;16. I never like to reveal my weight. It's something that haunt me all the time. LOSE WEIGHT!!! SHRUG THOSE FATS OFF! Hmmm.. Where's my merci chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;17. I blame the boyfriend for everything when it's the time of the month. It's PMS so just bear with me. I don't want that either. Boohoohoo. Tell ya, he's the best =)&lt;br /&gt;18. I love babies =)&lt;br /&gt;19. I love spending my afternoon infront of big TV and cosy sofa with unlimited supply of movies/dramas.&lt;br /&gt;20. Gossips? Tell me. I suka many many.&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to be part of something. I don't like to be the spotlight of an event but rather a key person in making the event happen.&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate corn flavoured ice cream. And yam as well. Euk and puke!&lt;br /&gt;23. I am lazy and I love to stay in bed. Online on bed, assignment on bed, snacks on bed, movies on bed. Everything =)&lt;br /&gt;24. I love being myself.&lt;br /&gt;25. My drawings are worse than a kindergarten student. I might win an infant! Tell ya I love meself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8522254577455291598?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8522254577455291598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8522254577455291598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8522254577455291598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8522254577455291598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-keeshen-and-jean-victor-from.html' title='Tagged by KeeShen and Jean, Victor from facebook'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3411091437344125762</id><published>2009-02-24T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:11:26.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaza</title><content type='html'>Think about what you already have. And what they should've been entitled to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lVCAUBpG3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lVCAUBpG3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why on earth do they deserve all these?&lt;br /&gt;My mind's now clouded with thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;War sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3411091437344125762?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3411091437344125762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3411091437344125762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3411091437344125762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3411091437344125762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/gaza.html' title='Gaza'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-9207168007421373621</id><published>2009-02-23T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:57:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Checklist</title><content type='html'>Things to do on a rainy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being woken up by a sweet call at 1pm. Begged for another hour of sleep. Attempt failed. 1.30pm's the limit. Fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. Woken up by k810i at 1.15pm. Snooze.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stay awake on bed and wait for 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kicked the switch to on the light to prevent further sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Superman" keeps playing from k810i. Look at time. 1.24pm. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sit on bed and stare blankly.&lt;br /&gt;7. Brush up. Sit infront lappie.&lt;br /&gt;8. Signed into MSN. Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;9. Open up audit.doc. Read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;10. Yan's back. Go for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;11. Did not even realise it was raining heavily before we need to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;12. Walked back home. Get Ella-Ella-E and proceed downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;13. Saw the DVD store. Took another route to avoid the damn annoying Indian.&lt;br /&gt;14. Reached Old Taste. Ordered. Ate. Copied notes.&lt;br /&gt;15. Stupidly threw tissue paper into my unfinished milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;16. Paid.&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to SzeYee's and realised not home. Proceed to keep her notes under her shoe box.&lt;br /&gt;18. Wanted to buy new pen. Started to rain again. Walked faster. Ella-ella too small to fit both of us. Walked faster.&lt;br /&gt;19. Bought pen. Rain getting heavier, heavier and finally heaviest.&lt;br /&gt;20. Left with no choice. Walk towards Old Town and had second cup of tea. Laughed by ppl in Old Town for our stupid look. Got 50% wet.&lt;br /&gt;21. Copied notes. Rain stopped. Bro called. Walked home.&lt;br /&gt;22. Showered. Dolled up. Taxi-ed.&lt;br /&gt;23. Pyramid-ed. Brother-ed. Shopped. Heart itched. No money spent. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Demands rose high. I want HTC Touch Diamond, I want the PDI SEED top, I want the ELEMENT skirt, I want to go Taiwan, I want to go Langkawi/Thailand/Indonesia for vacation after finishing Year 2 exam.&lt;br /&gt;25. Can't settle down and start assignment.&lt;br /&gt;26. Sis called. Asia Cafe. Supper-ed.&lt;br /&gt;27. Home.&lt;br /&gt;28. Reminisced the nice weather in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;29. 17 days to Brunei. 17 days to home. 17 days to him =)&lt;br /&gt;30. Monday blues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-9207168007421373621?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9207168007421373621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=9207168007421373621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/9207168007421373621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/9207168007421373621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-checklist.html' title='Sunday Checklist'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1565788203138937442</id><published>2009-02-20T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:09:33.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am being chained to my bed</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you're sleepy, tired and exhausted when you have tonnes of work tasks to be completed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos while I'm typing this my eyelids are pulling down and look at the time, it's only freaking 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1565788203138937442?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1565788203138937442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1565788203138937442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1565788203138937442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1565788203138937442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-being-chained-to-my-bed.html' title='I am being chained to my bed'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3149666173536615058</id><published>2009-02-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:32:15.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Urban - I Wanna Be Your Everything</title><content type='html'>The first time I looked in your eyes I knew&lt;br /&gt;That I would do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;The first time you touched my face I felt&lt;br /&gt;What I had never felt with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give back what you've given to me&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna witness all of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've shown me who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be more than just your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that fills your sails&lt;br /&gt;And Be the hand that lifts your veil&lt;br /&gt;And Be the moon that moves your tides&lt;br /&gt;The sun coming up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheel that never rusts&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up I'll be the first thing you see&lt;br /&gt;And when it gets dark you can reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish your words&lt;br /&gt;And I'd finish your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be your compass baby when you get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that fills your sails&lt;br /&gt;And be the hand that lifts your veil&lt;br /&gt;Be the moon that moves your tides&lt;br /&gt;The sun coming up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheel that never rusts&lt;br /&gt;Be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the wheel that never rusts&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3149666173536615058?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3149666173536615058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3149666173536615058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3149666173536615058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3149666173536615058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/keith-urban-i-wanna-be-your-everything.html' title='Keith Urban - I Wanna Be Your Everything'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6544696327593491208</id><published>2009-02-13T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:45:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I kinda like and appreciate what I have right now. Once I've read that, whenever something disheartening or depressing happened, you have only two choices. One can choose to be in the whining and ranting mode, or one can accept it, take that as it is, and suit with it. If you can't change the fact, change yourself and fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My modem is spoiled, and I own no life. But just because of being modemless, I get to be this vagabond that I wanted to be, which I never could find the courage and motivation to be so. I always wanted to do something that's out of the usual routine of my life. Like, get on a bus alone, with a laptop/book and pen in my backpack, geared with an i-pod, and get down of the bus only when even the last person, who happened to be the bus driver has reached his destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, I haven't got so out of my mind for now, all I did now is to be alone in Main Campus like almost everyday. Sit down, with drinks in my hand, geared with Phillips Go Gear (it rhymes), with unlimited internet access and best part of all, not any single student here recognizes me. I don't think my ex-lecturer will need to come to the Web for internet access so I am consider the big sister here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just when I thought I'd coped up with all undesirable events for the month, something struck me so hard. It's even worse than to be alone on Valentine's Day. Anyway, since last year November or December, Nand, Bena and Mia have approached me and asked me to join them in organizing an event. I'm really happy and grateful for their confidence and faith in me cos I am the only one in their division who's not in their cliches. So well, meetings been held, ideas been generated and efforts, like lots of efforts have been put in. We have some misunderstanding with some, and we convinced her into doing it. Or to put it better, we encouraged her to do the best we can, as in making it as happening as ever. We've made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event I am talking about is the Model Hunt 09 - Walk the Magic Carpet, which is yet to be announced, but promotion and registration would start next week. So any Taylorians, do contact me if you're interested. TO ALL TAYLORIANs, not only TBS, Main Campus but also PJ campus and Hartamas. So back to what I were talking about. So yea, we made it. Here comes a problem. As there's this one short break in March which I normally wouldn't go back Bru, but this time round, I've bought the returns ticket to Bru. This is where the problem is. For Model Hunt 09, the audition is on the 9th, rehearsal on the 14th, and the event day is on 20th. Of all, I will only be here for the audition cos the remaining days, I'll be in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad for not being able to eye witness the whole process of the event. Sighhh. I want to be part of the team on the 20th. I really want to. Or else I wouldn't even agree to be in the organizer team. Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JinTing promised to record the whole event and the process in a DVD and give it to me. Yea, at least it's better than nothing. It's just plain ke xi for not being able to be there. But guess I'll just have to cope up with it and move on. It's not really a bad thing I know, but I just feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep myself in a positive state of mind. I is missing the event but I is going back home. Does it make me feel better? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6544696327593491208?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6544696327593491208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6544696327593491208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6544696327593491208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6544696327593491208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3491174802656336090</id><published>2009-02-11T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:31:33.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the So-Ri</title><content type='html'>I apologize deep deep for the eye soring blog skin for the past week. I is to clarify that it is not my fault, but photobucket's fault. This skin designer, posted her .gif and .png files on photobuckets and one day accidentally exeeded the bandwidth. In simpler terms, she exceeded the maximum file capacity on Photobucket, the web where she hosted all her pictures. I sincerely appreciate her for designing this blogskin, cos alot of people have been telling me that my blogskin is nice and ahwen shy shy say TERIMA KASIH, but sorry it's not my effort. What I did is only change part of the html code to add the links, changed some of the pictures, if you have noticed, it's beside the lil widgets on the right, bcos it has been terribly ugly. I tried to rehost the picture myself but I don't know why, the alignment and everything is off sided, which is damn ugly and I no like. Sorry for all the inconvenience caused, and no, my blog did not get hacked, or infected with virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am to update myself.&lt;br /&gt;I tak ada RIP, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments did not kill me yet, which I fully agree that it had attemptED to but failED to.&lt;br /&gt;I've been back for one whole week and never step into Sunway Pyramid, which is kinda odd for someone who loves shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Taylor's Main Campus's Computer Lab aka THE WEB.&lt;br /&gt;All because noone here recognizes me and do not give a damn if I farted or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And also because being a degree student, I think everyone here in MainCampus are juniors and they should look upon me as a smart ass senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so random today =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to put a closing line for this post, I'd say...&lt;br /&gt;LDR sucks =(&lt;br /&gt;It's just that knowing the impossibility of having the intimate feeling of being so close to be able to smell each other's presence sucks to the core. But teeheehee, ada pro ada cons, when two finally boleh meet up, I will feel like, owh... it's first love once again. It's just a phase of a relationship afterall. In spite of that, having to know that I'm going back soon make me anticipate, like alot alot. Cos the above line is just to make me feel better. Not only me, but all LDR-ing, LDR-to-be not to feel THAT bad on this coming Valentine's Day. Cos if you're alone, you got company, cos I is alone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and why is everyone asking bout the controller from CLICK?&lt;br /&gt;Like REWIND, REPEAT, NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;But of cos don't press STOP please, unless ahwen no like u, she'll EJECT.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH COME TO MAMA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3491174802656336090?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3491174802656336090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3491174802656336090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3491174802656336090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3491174802656336090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-so-ri.html' title='So the So-Ri'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5807093527558990044</id><published>2009-02-03T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:04:08.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificer</title><content type='html'>Holiday just ended and I felt so bad. This time round, I feel so sick and hard to leave Brunei. And I hate that door, where you hafta enter to the immigration control with your friends and families behind, seriously, it sucks. I was okay until I  hugged everyone, and lastly my mother. Damn it, it sucks. The tears practically are preparing themselves until I hugged mom and pooooof!! It bursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss home right now. I miss the Mall, I miss being the queen at home, I miss having friends asking me out for tea sessions, going to Lu's and drink and play Circle of The Death/Sing the hell outta us/just talk. I miss driving, with the BF sitting beside me being nervous. Wakaka. Btw, did I tell did I tell that I drove from Kiulap to Jerudong Beach the other day?????? May I have a car on my birthday? It's okay if it's not Mazda CX7. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell how unlucky I am? I reached KLIA, took a cab back with SzY. It rained and the driver refused to stop by 2 places, since SzY and I stayed in different houses, but it's quite near. So yea, it rained and he refused. And I pulled my luggage all the way from her place to my place. It is the most torturing 10 minutes of the month cos my luggage is so heavy that I think some bubbles are growing on me hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home, I found out that my modem isn't working yet. Pissed me off. Should I get a wireless broadband or just bring the modem for my housemate and fix it for him? He should've get it done since I'm only sharing!!! Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated that I slept at 9am last night. It's already been 365 nights that I never sleep unless it's after 12. Now you know how frustrated I was. I can't do any assignment work without Internet and I do not own any life right now, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my blogskin is being messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Ox Year. Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for FA lecture.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5807093527558990044?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5807093527558990044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5807093527558990044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5807093527558990044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5807093527558990044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/02/sacrificer.html' title='Sacrificer'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5849477915231796133</id><published>2009-01-31T04:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:36:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it burn</title><content type='html'>Days back in Brunei are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a queen at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been visiting a couple of friends’ place for the past days and had received quite a number of angpao. That’s not the main focus, it’s the fun that we all shared that make me feel reluctant and unwilling to scram back to KL and start my unenjoyable days with assignments threatening me on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a crazy night. I’d drink so much that I feel like my head is so heavy. My heart rate is so rapid. My breathing is so heavy. My temperature is so high that I can feel my face burning. However, the hand and tongue refused to say no to the glass in my hand. Bottoms up on the right hand? Left hand will be doing the filling job within the next minute. Time to go home? Finish pure Chivas first. The burning throat and lips, owh the desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize it wasn’t the drinks that matters, it’s the kakis that matters. Without my idiotic bru friends, I don’t think I’ll be this crazy tonight that by the end of the day, all I get back home was 2 angpaos, a heavy head and a mouth that speaks whatever that’s in my mind without filtering. And wait, a heart that feels contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I think I’m kinda in love with Chivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it the fun that I had while Chivas-ing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to leave Brunei, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my Fairy GodMother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my Genie in the Bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had enough of them, and of cos' him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we skip Monday for this week? Pwetty pleaseeeeeeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5849477915231796133?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5849477915231796133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5849477915231796133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5849477915231796133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5849477915231796133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-burn.html' title='Let it burn'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1070830121362750180</id><published>2009-01-26T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:25:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Look</title><content type='html'>As obvious as it is, I've changed a new outlook for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda too cute and sweet looking for me, I opt for something that's simpler but I just have problem looking for one simple skin cos all I got on google is way too much, too complicated for me.&lt;br /&gt;For some, I can't add the Widgets, which is quite a trouble for me cos I am so smart that I forgot how to read the limited HTML codes knowledge that I barely know already.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe this is a change for good, cos' it's Chinese New Year, and I should try something new.&lt;br /&gt;It's not red, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;And Chinese New Year is all about red red red.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's a lame excuse, I just got messed up with my last skin and I couldn't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;As simple as that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Brunei and I feel so light-weighted.&lt;br /&gt;Not physically damnit, the weight machine is telling me that I'm gaining more kgs, in proportion with my age increases.&lt;br /&gt;If I am to plot it out on a graph, I'd get an exponential graph.&lt;br /&gt;To get a better picture of it, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Change Technology to Weight and you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a formula to it, WEIGHT=(e)^x&lt;br /&gt;Did I get it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2544692676_bc59f6c123_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 213px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2544692676_bc59f6c123_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was saying just now, I feel so light-weighted.&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am not obliged to do anything other than eat, online, watch tv, snacks while lying sexily on the sofa, text and call, eat again, go out, sleep, shit, and shower.&lt;br /&gt;Time is not pushing me to do anything, unlike life back in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments have been put aside for the time being, I need to be pampered as a daughter, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;I am not responsible to do anything back here.&lt;br /&gt;Not to wake up on time, nor sleep on time.&lt;br /&gt;Time gives me rooms for me to settle down my mind and think of things that I've not paid attention to, things that might have flashed by my mind but I never bother to pay real attention to.&lt;br /&gt;Like, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's because I am born in a quite conservative family or am I the one who is rather bad in expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, in my 18 years of life, as far as I remember, I've never told my parents nor my siblings that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;This time back, I see the destructive work this evil thing called TIME has done on my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I see increasing lines on her face.&lt;br /&gt;And she's still doing the same work she used to do for god-knows-how-long-it-has-been, housework from dawn till night.&lt;br /&gt;And I know my 5 siblings well, tantrums are to be thrown on her almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy living in a big family, with 3 generations, cousins and relatives DO gossips.&lt;br /&gt;They do back stabbing jobs, they do information exchange jobs which might be better than TheSuns, they took their sides, they own more than one set of face, changing them constantly.&lt;br /&gt;And my mother has to bear with them all.&lt;br /&gt;ALL, and by the end of the day, all she got is her children who is too busy with their life, seeking for their dreams and living their own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father works from morning till night, just to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;Years back then, his bank accounts are with 5 or 6 digits' savings, and to pay our fees and support the family, reduced to a single or double digits, even canceled off some accounts.&lt;br /&gt;His skin is in dull bronze, as a result of working under the sun since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;But it just takes some courage to be able to speak the words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all, Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai and may the year of Ox brings happiness to all.&lt;br /&gt;Win more for BlackJack or HongDian or Rami or Mahjong and whatever games u all play.&lt;br /&gt;Fa Chai Fa Chai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1070830121362750180?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1070830121362750180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4808266294595599845</id><published>2009-01-21T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:22:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><content type='html'>I've lost the motivation to blog, and even lost my ability to write.&lt;br /&gt;I used to write a lot, in Chinese in high school and won myself few awards.&lt;br /&gt;And now, whenever I'm prepared to jot down few words in my diary, it's as if someone took my ability to write away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Words used to be the best way for me to converse, with others, as well as myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it seems more like fragmented pieces of lil notes that carry no meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's only pure data, which is yet to be converted into information.&lt;br /&gt;Just when it's time to move on, all I do is walking back.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd still carry on writing my lil thoughts, albeit the number of readers I'm losing for updating once a month.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gna be random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially ended my first semester, after sitting for my Investment paper.&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to go and my ass will be flying on the air to Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still alive even without Internet, which is actually taking half of my life away.&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking hijklmno (h to 0 = h20 = water for non science student) away from fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are breaking my backbones, but it seems like my mind isn't prepare to proceed further yet.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and this asses are really a pain in me arse.&lt;br /&gt;I think my CNY will be saying GongXiFaChai to my relatives infront of my lappie since I will be too busy with my asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike for the best they say, but why do some just wants to finish the tasks, leaving perfection aside?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is clouded with thoughts with WHY, WHY and WHY.&lt;br /&gt;Why strike for a pass when you get the chance to strike distinction with the same amount of research work?&lt;br /&gt;Why not aim higher, and try reaching for the top, at least you know you tried?&lt;br /&gt;Why be Miss Jane when being Miss Aristocrat is only 3 steps away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it’ll take forever for you to realise.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe for me to realise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4808266294595599845?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4808266294595599845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4092582550649744177</id><published>2009-01-20T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:41:39.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>It was a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost died in the RailWay yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost died in Imbi Station's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost died in the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost died on the KTM from Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the month again.&lt;br /&gt;And I never feel like death is so near me.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4092582550649744177?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1144854724246750440</id><published>2009-01-15T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:42:14.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED INTERNET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Welcome 2009, guess I'm just a lil too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year resolution, not gna make one I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of us actually achieve those to be done but never done to do list for the year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we just creating one just for the sake of having one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure some of us are, well, at least, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, another year came and gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have you achieved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, pretty much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Finished my uni Year 1, commenced my Year 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Touched on investment, which I find is quite interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Been a lil  more than active in Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Find Friendster kinda childish and thinks that it's for underaged. *NO OFFENCE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went to Sg, and got broke and fell in love in Sg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Missed Excapade a lil more than I did in 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Got my car license, which is purely out of luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Moved to Mister Lau ah Giam's place, he's the worst landlord EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Bah. Till here first. Will update once I am able to go online.&lt;br /&gt;I am at Pirated Old Town - Old Taste now.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Life ain't life anymore without internet.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the v who asked me bout LKW, sorry for not being able to answer u on time, me modem went busted so yea, literally, I am being disconnected from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1144854724246750440?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1144854724246750440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1144854724246750440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1144854724246750440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1144854724246750440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-internet.html' title='I NEED INTERNET'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3663705989709614061</id><published>2008-12-24T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:24:08.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From sg</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am away from berry-heavily-polluted Malaysia for the time being, having my sweet 5 days vacation in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame to say, this is my very FIRST visit to Sg.&lt;br /&gt;Been here for only 3 hours, there's nothing much for me to comment on yet.&lt;br /&gt;The city is green in colour.&lt;br /&gt;The streets are very clean.&lt;br /&gt;People here are very the obedient; if there's a label saying QUEUE UP, they will Q in a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;O yeah o yeah, and their Mandarin is really very the Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a long way from Selangor to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;The whole journey actually took me 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I almost missed my bus and wasted my rm95 + taxi fare.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Bad experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of shoppings to do tmr and I IS GOING TO MEET ME AHLU TMR!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3663705989709614061?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3663705989709614061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=3663705989709614061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3663705989709614061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/3663705989709614061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-sg.html' title='From sg'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4237126883794478835</id><published>2008-12-18T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:55:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nand tags me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay, so some people might have whined, protested on why are you still single or not satisfied with your partner. so now i dare y'all to explain what type of ideal partner do you want. does not have to be serious, it might also for the purpose of reflection! dont be shame, and be honest okay! good luck ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. To sum up, I think I've nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;I am not whining, not protesting, not single, not unsatisfied with my partner.&lt;br /&gt;He's my ideal partner.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he's just right, not too much, not too little.&lt;br /&gt;So actually am I just here to describe him?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people feel like slapping me?&lt;br /&gt;Of cos I'm just joking, I wouldn't be that lucky, would I?&lt;br /&gt;Out of millions of people who are searching for one so called "mr.perfect", where I stood only a probability of 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000001?&lt;br /&gt;Of cos it's just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Owh wait. Is it? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have my other 1/2 to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The physical beauty category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. must be taller than I am; cos I prefer to tiptoe and kiss him lightly on his cheek&lt;br /&gt;2. with a stomach with a capacity of a tank; live to eat is my main objective in life&lt;br /&gt;3. prefer to have hairy legs, cos I think man without hair on their legs are just not masculine enough&lt;br /&gt;4. smells good, I love to smell, especially the spot right beside his nose, the smell of his clothes, o yea, kinda disgusting but er, sometimes armpit too =p&lt;br /&gt;5. look confident always and he will be the apple of my eyes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The inner beauty category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. with a good sense of humour; laughter is the second reason for me to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;2. mature enough to bring me back on the right track when my mind go haywire&lt;br /&gt;3. be smart, in anything, cos I'm dumb so I need him to neutralise me&lt;br /&gt;4. be proud of himself, cos I will definitely look up on him and learn from him as we go on in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. he may not be sexy looking or hot looking, as long as he has a unique personality, or has his own set of philosophy of life, incorporate with a broad mind, have a vision/dream/objective to achieve in life, he will just rock my world, with assumption that it is logical and he's actually taking actions to achieve them&lt;br /&gt;6. no ciggies please, I'm allergic to tobacco, tar and other ingredients of ciggies, they will pull my face long, make me temporarily dumb and speechless, especially when it's from my close dear ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Too bad, there's no remedy for this allergy yet =(&lt;br /&gt;7. knows how to wear to bring out his character&lt;br /&gt;8. sing to me occasionally, that will definitely pull my smile wide wide wide&lt;br /&gt;9. willing to tell me stories before bed, bout the world, bout his day, bout anything&lt;br /&gt;10. health conscious, cos I don't want him to die before I do and I want to have more time to witness and explore every part of the world with him&lt;br /&gt;11.  love his family, love his friends, love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too greedy?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we all need someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;And we want to love someone, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Notify me on tagboard please.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&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/6150908198554834867-4237126883794478835?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-276480318678371684</id><published>2008-12-13T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:13:55.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it feels so good to smell ya again =)</title><content type='html'>Good Morning People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake at 8am on a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Here, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;People who knows me should know that it's almost an impossible task to see my butt walking around before 3pm on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;These days it starts to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;5pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell my mom, she's so gna rip me apart.&lt;br /&gt;My head wil then be in Brunei, arms in KT1 and legs on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;*Urgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;I just had breakfast with the BoyFriend.&lt;br /&gt;My fave McD again, mind you =p&lt;br /&gt;and HAHAHA, let me sai meng for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's the best feeling in the whole world wide world.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attending my 2nd graduation ceremony later!&lt;br /&gt;First is my HighSchool Graduation and the 2nd one is not for meself.&lt;br /&gt;It's the BoyFriend's graduation in LimKokWing and I shall see what creativity they can come up with for a graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it won't be anything similar with the other Uni.&lt;br /&gt;Speeches, pictures, speeches, claps, speeches are jus so dull and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days this week were pure tormenting and torturing.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy with assignment works.&lt;br /&gt;MAPI, MA and CF.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, CF is equivalent to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I spent 6 hours or more dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so gna die from excessive Corporate Finance talk.&lt;br /&gt;No more assignment talk for now.&lt;br /&gt;cos all I want to do now is sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;So much for my quick update and now I gotta go for shower, groom myself up and meet the BoyFriend's parents.&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to weekends.&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday to KeeShen the XiaoDiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-276480318678371684?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/276480318678371684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=276480318678371684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/276480318678371684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/276480318678371684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-it-feels-so-good-to-smell-ya-again.html' title='and it feels so good to smell ya again =)'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6822563259808400124</id><published>2008-12-07T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:35:34.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a smoke? Die 11 minutes earlier for each stick</title><content type='html'>Found something interesting in Cleo Magazine just now and I tried googling it.&lt;br /&gt;And I found this on BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--NOLStoryBody--&gt; &lt;span class="date"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="headlinestory"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="headlinestory"&gt;Cigarettes 'cut life by 11 minutes'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have calculated that each cigarette cuts on average 11 minutes off the life of a male smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calculation, published in the British Medical Journal, is based on the difference in life expectancy between male smokers and non-smokers and an estimate of the total number of cigarettes a regular male smoker might consume in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers, from the Univeristy of Bristol, took their figures on life expectancy from a major study of the impact of smoking carried out by leading cancer expert Professor Sir Richard Doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They calculated that smokers were likely to die 6.5 years earlier than non-smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also worked out thast if a man smokes the average number of cigarettes a year (5,772) from the average starting age of 17 until his death at 71 he will consume a total of 311,688 cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on these figures, each cigarette cost 11 minutes of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crude calculation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers admit that their calculation is crude as it relies on averages, assumes the health effects of smoking are evenly spread throughout a smoker's lifetime and presupposes that the number of ciagrettes smoked throughout a lifetime is constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, it shows the high cost of smoking in a way that everyone can understand," they write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first day of the year is traditionally a time when many smokers try to stop. The fact that each cigarette they smoke reduces their life by 11 minutes may spur them on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive Bates, director of Action on Smoking and Health (ASH) said on average a 20-a-day smoker is losing one day of life for every week of smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "As if that's not bad enough, smokers are likely to die a more painful death and spend longer being ill while they are alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/583722.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me what good ciggies are good for?&lt;br /&gt;Socialise?&lt;br /&gt;Kill people around you without having to commit a crime? Killing them softly?&lt;br /&gt;Look good? Feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just shake my leg and korek my nostril for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6822563259808400124?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6822563259808400124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6822563259808400124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6822563259808400124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6822563259808400124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-smoke-die-11-minutes-earlier.html' title='Time for a smoke? Die 11 minutes earlier for each stick'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1905489692250673087</id><published>2008-12-07T04:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:24:38.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Summary, I'll post up a PBS again</title><content type='html'>If I am a scientist, I'd come up with a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bank.&lt;br /&gt;Not dealing with cash nor cheques.&lt;br /&gt;It will not issue a credit card nor a debit card.&lt;br /&gt;It'd only be responsible in depositing and withdrawing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's a waste waiting for bus by the bus stop?&lt;br /&gt;Deposit your time in Ewen Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you have too much time on hand on a Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Deposit your time in Ewen Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more time for assignments?&lt;br /&gt;Withdraw from Ewen Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that you are more efficient during night than day?&lt;br /&gt;Save your day time and withdraw it at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you are too young to die?&lt;br /&gt;Take a loan up from Ewen Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Repayment of loan can be done in your next life by shortening your life.&lt;br /&gt;Ring 016-385011X to start investing, if you comply to the terms and conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's reaching the end of 2008, and 2009 is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;What was my new year resolution for 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it to shrug off few kilos off my weight?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've put on more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it to sleep earlier so that I'd not look like I'm 30 when in fact I'm only 20?&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:30Am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it to gossip less bout others?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that I'm talking about CXCXK like 2 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a remarkable milestone of Ms.Ewen.&lt;br /&gt;Getting in a University, finished my year 1 and started Year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did tonnes of assignments and presentations, getting formal on every Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogoya-ed after 3 years of dreaming to dine there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pavillion and the Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on a car and actually drove and actually passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran after a pickpocket and torn his clothes, lodged a police report and decided not to on the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to first concert of my life - Jay's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an anonymous from Nigeria for 10 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know few friends and get quite close with them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mean the Year 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Miss SoniaLee the snail&lt;br /&gt;2. KeanYew the Lawrence/LaoRen/CanYou?/Driver&lt;br /&gt;3. Victor the MurniLao/KamMou/MotoMoto/Ong Ka Ding/Basketball&lt;br /&gt;4. KeeShen the XiaoDiDi/SeriousMan/PhysicProLooking,&lt;br /&gt;5. Patrick the Gloria/PayPay&lt;br /&gt;6. TsunFei the AhFei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget some lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;Bena, Nand, Mia, XiuWen, Jean, Alyssa, BeeChen, JiaYan, Mabel&lt;br /&gt;the UK babes, YoongWei, XinChan, Septi,&lt;br /&gt;Maalini, SookMun, Moon, SzeMing, FongChen, EGuan, KaiChen, YanJye, Sandar, Amelia, JinTing, Izzati, Felina, Felix, ChawSirn, Mus (Btw, he shouted FCUK U while we're in the car yesterday and damn he gave me a shock, I was thinking which rude scumbag was it), Shiyad, Faid, Nashmee, Ahmed, Shaogi, Febria, BianTai, BianTai's Foe, SueJean, LiPing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeLeng, XiaoYun, LiuXingYu, XianQing, Zoe, Cherie, Gerald, Wendy, Maggie, VoonVoon, Joshua, YengFang, Jasper, Robin, MunSuet, Isaac, PooiKee, Deborah, Sandra, Fish, AMei, Jackson, William, Kp, LiTing, QiuMing, GaoFei, BeowLing, HueyWen, EkHor, Joanne, Jessica, Leonard, Jefferey, ForeMan, Nadia, PengPeng, LengLeng, Julian, Jiachen, WangTing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemate, HaoRen, KehPoh, ChiaoPei, ZhongDongLao, Politician, DogAbuser, TaiwanZai.&lt;br /&gt;We're best at giving nicknames. Need one? Approach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals, Mocha, Apple and XiaoHu whom I doubt they will know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any achievements?&lt;br /&gt;Finished Year 1.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that?&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta do something before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Was reading my old blogs and old writings just now.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize my writing right now sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I living backward?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Am I getting dumber?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;But before I sort it out, I shall go bed.&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:17am right now.&lt;br /&gt;And kids should be on bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I should.&lt;br /&gt;Blurring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 more days till I see you.&lt;br /&gt;Be here quick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;Missing some part of mine.&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/6150908198554834867-1905489692250673087?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1905489692250673087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1905489692250673087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1905489692250673087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1905489692250673087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-summary-ill-post-up-pbs-again.html' title='2008 Summary, I&apos;ll post up a PBS again'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6833380760445424706</id><published>2008-11-29T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:29:32.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Friday night</title><content type='html'>I don't know what triggered the impulse for movie last night.&lt;br /&gt;Was is stress?&lt;br /&gt;Ask SzeYee. Haha&lt;br /&gt;So we went to oh-my-second-home-sunway-pyramid at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around and saw lots of year end sales!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like grabbing all into the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;There's this shop, selling trousers at Rm 79.90 each but two for Rm55?!&lt;br /&gt;Mana is the logic? I no know.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try it on but discounted items can't be brought into the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, who would dare to buy when they can't even try it on?&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have the physical body of a model.&lt;br /&gt;But it's really a very good bargain.&lt;br /&gt;Rm 55 for two is like Rm28 each and IF I convert, it is only like B$13 each?&lt;br /&gt;Cheap daooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really afraid it will look ugly and distorted on me&lt;br /&gt;But I really want it&lt;br /&gt;But it's really the best bargain you could find in town&lt;br /&gt;But it's the end of the month&lt;br /&gt;But it's gna be the beginning of the month soon&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think I'll get it maybe next time&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to KimGary and there's another impulse to go sing K as we have a few hours more til the movie, which is at 11:55pm&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our wallets and the time of the month, hmmm, we'll just have a table talk over it&lt;br /&gt;We can just sing in our bedrooms and during shower as well&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tak ada tidbits and nice foods served, and my Kampai baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think there's some seats that is being cursed in KimGary.&lt;br /&gt;Those that are near to the drinks bar, with a heavy aroma of tea.&lt;br /&gt;When we just got seated and was making our orders, I forgot which of us with a itchy hand dropped the feedback form on the ground, accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;We were all reluctant to pick it up and was actually waiting for someone to step on Bosco's face cos recently I find him a lil bit soiyang and that's just our lil joke.&lt;br /&gt;There's this new waiter who is so kehpoh, eh no, I mean who was so kind and generous to be willing to bend down and pick it up for us.&lt;br /&gt;为了五斗米折腰，要不得&lt;br /&gt;While he placed it on our table, he kinda lost balance of the drinks on his tray and poooooooooooooof!&lt;br /&gt;Screams were heard, I'll leave it to you guys to guess whether it's from me, Yan or SzY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's once when I'm there with Wei, and I dno who ordered the RedBeanSthSth.&lt;br /&gt;Pooooof! My bright white shoes no more.&lt;br /&gt;My shoes look as if I have some menstruation blood stains on it.&lt;br /&gt;And the waiter did not apologize if I did get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, we got another table and the waitersssssssss keep apogizing and I felt quite sorry cos we were the one who caused all this.&lt;br /&gt;If we did not drop Bosco on the ground and wait for someone to step on him.&lt;br /&gt;Eh wei, it's Bosco's fault, he should not be that soiyang in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, blame him. Shheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine was great.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning berry boh-liao la.&lt;br /&gt;Just a reporter flirting with firemen.&lt;br /&gt;Overall quarantine is real scary, but I think maybe their storyline could go better.&lt;br /&gt;It confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;But their ending really worth some praises.&lt;br /&gt;It is damn good.&lt;br /&gt;The actress, Jennifer Carpenter really acted out the fear and helplessness of the victims.&lt;br /&gt;I love this kinda movie.&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a taxi, got home, sleep at maybe 4+, wake up at 3.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand my laziness at times.&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNMENTS~ SCARE ME SO I'D MOTIVATE MYSELF PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;December ought to be the coming home month, the holiday month but for UK programs, we just have to stay and do our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I want home I want home I want home&lt;br /&gt;And I stil have 2 months mooooreee&lt;br /&gt;Bulunaiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6833380760445424706?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6833380760445424706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6833380760445424706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6833380760445424706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6833380760445424706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-friday-night.html' title='It&apos;s a Friday night'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1579225184048496348</id><published>2008-11-28T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:44:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huai Ren Lian</title><content type='html'>And you're leaving on a jet plane.&lt;br /&gt;To a place where we just get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;To a place where we just started.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of parting has never been lenient to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the first time, nor will it be the last.&lt;br /&gt;I never get to get control of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never get enough of you.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes ago, we're breathing the same air.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm missing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly along with you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be back home with you.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1579225184048496348?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1579225184048496348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1579225184048496348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1579225184048496348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1579225184048496348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/11/huai-ren-lian.html' title='Huai Ren Lian'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-415593862234763795</id><published>2008-11-24T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:44:16.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Holiday Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week holiday has just ended.&lt;br /&gt;I have fully utilised my time, not as a learner but a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of holiday, and that's Saturday, Sg Wang.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, stay home and slack.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Ikea and Itallianies.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, slack slack.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Badminton and Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Jogoya =D&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Ayam Penyet and hk drama till 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, grocery day.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Youtubed and Scrabbled till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's not a single day that I didn't miss home.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I am just one of those rich spoilt brat, that I wouldn't need to have second thought when it comes to money.&lt;br /&gt;Just go www.mas.com.my (note: rich kids use MAS only, AirAsia, I've never heard before)&lt;br /&gt;Choose from and to location, choose FIRSTCLASS, and proceed to enter guest details.&lt;br /&gt;(Note 2: Richass like us do not care about price)&lt;br /&gt;What we need to think is whether to use the MasterCard Platinum or American Express Platinum Card or Standard Chartered Platinum Card?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Shit, how do I decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it just worsen my mood when class starts.&lt;br /&gt;All those assignment deadlines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;All those time management I have to make.&lt;br /&gt;All those group meetings to attend.&lt;br /&gt;All those lectures and tutorials from 8am till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is just never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other words are as beautiful as a simple&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-415593862234763795?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/415593862234763795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=415593862234763795' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are like the most un-understandable and incomprehensible animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, the most nonsensical animal when it is their time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the BoyFriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5693511454950198177?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5693511454950198177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5693511454950198177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5693511454950198177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5693511454950198177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/11/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5927029926375470575</id><published>2008-11-11T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:40:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some luck, good ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my bad luck hasn't get enough of me yet, it came back again.&lt;br /&gt;And as if my bad luck is too much for me to bear, something lucky, or should I say funny will always be the emphasis of the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;My freaking WALLET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was MA assignment discussion time.&lt;br /&gt;There I went to the library at Subang Square.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I'll place my bag in the locker but maybe cos' I was rushing since I was already late for discussion, I simply just placed it on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hooooooorray.&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later when I got back, everything is still in its place.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry me went straight for dinner without checking.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to go get my food and searched for my wallet in my bag, I wondered why is my bag in such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;My driving license is lying somewhere where it should not be.&lt;br /&gt;And naive me thought it was my carelessness that made me misplaced my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Searching here and there, I saw my IC, ATM cards, KimGary and Neway Member Card all laid there peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my wallet?&lt;br /&gt;NO WHERE TO BE FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like swearing loud in the restaurant to vent out the anger of the "good" luck that I'm having recently.&lt;br /&gt;But right after that thought, I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;I lost nothing much, in terms of $, it's only RM40 or RM50, around that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and some lengloi pics of me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I got my important IDs and whatever cards back.&lt;br /&gt;But yea, I lost my wallet, my freaking first Louis Vuitton!!!&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, it was a gift from the Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I conned him and cheated him to give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bad me, but you shut up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me rant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loss now is not only just 50 bucks, but also a freaking first LV wallet.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I've asked my friend about the point of having a branded wallet.&lt;br /&gt;When it's lost, what u lost will not be only the cash in it, but also the wallet which costs so much more than the cash within.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the pain, I can just shut up, go home and eat myself.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, it's from the Boyfriend, okay, I can drink 3 gallons of milk, go to StarHills and enjoy Jogoya 5 times a week and go Excapade 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well feed myself so well that I die from having a bloated stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Big Smelly Freaking Rotten Piece of Egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I think I'll die from excessive laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my "very genuine leather hand made" LV that costs only RM25 from Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Should I smile to bed tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I feel sorry for the loss tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Me is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you berry much to Pei for telling me about Jogoya.&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, me is damn looking forward for it laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;ME NO LIKE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the loss I had today can buy me few rounds of buffet up Jogoya.&lt;br /&gt;50% to all Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;All hail Jogoya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my purse back.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun dia cheap, but it's still something that I got from the Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Dear thief/pickpocket/lengzai/lengloi, if you happened to see this post, just to say thank you for not taking my important documents away from you, you can do nothing with it anyway, it's even too hard and rough for you to wipe your ass.&lt;br /&gt;But that wallet bukan genuine, I'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a msg if you happened to pass by here, all bcos' I want the fake LV back very badly.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring that wallet out cos' your friends will laugh at the fake things that you bring around.&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, you're only left with the choice of leaving it at home to rot.&lt;br /&gt;Why not do some good deeds and give it back to me?&lt;br /&gt;And my pictures in the wallet, it's my memory.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme back please but keep the cash with you.&lt;br /&gt;I want my non-financial-assets back.&lt;br /&gt;I would enclose all information given and treat it as highly confidential information.&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih and God Bless You.&lt;br /&gt;Omitofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5927029926375470575?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5927029926375470575/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-714764196579094959</id><published>2008-11-10T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:39:25.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak dapat online recently.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the thunderstorm days ago fried my modem hangus gaogao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now me is in McD, while typing this, but not sure if I'm still here when I post this up.&lt;br /&gt;In KL, there’s this weird norm.&lt;br /&gt;Over here, McD is open for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;McD is more like a platform, for late night stayers like I am to gather and talk with friends.&lt;br /&gt;For bookworms aka nerds, it’s like a place for people to do their revisions or homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;For fatties, it’s where they get their suppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nights I've been staying McD for like every night, until 2 or 3am.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a fun thing to do, excluding the fact that I look like a nerd and look like a zombie the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I don't wear specs, or else I'd picture myself dying on a pile of books from excessive readings.&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, dying with a zombie face.&lt;br /&gt;Worst case, wrinkles and eye bags on a zombie face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm getting crazy cos' of my coursework, I'm here to tell you, no, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;For 4 hours I sat, I've been talking with friends for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, we spent talking about that girl next table or that "sexy" she-man in front of the counter.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more like me taking revisions as an excuse to stay out late night for suppers and chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I think I’m an McD addict.&lt;br /&gt;I start my day with McD breakfast everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is like an essential to me already.&lt;br /&gt;I have it in the morning before having class.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good thing cos having breakfast makes me feel so awake and makes me concentrate during lectures and tutorials, which is a good thing, but at the same time, makes me hyper which is definitely not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have it during midnight, 2 cups in an hour, which is an average of 6 cups a night.&lt;br /&gt;How long can my liver sustain my act?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping late at night is already such a killer move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next week, I’m gna have one week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;How I wished to be back in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;I need to have my cave back.&lt;br /&gt;A cave to shield me and let me rest in.&lt;br /&gt;I want to drive.&lt;br /&gt;I want to yamchar in Coffee Bean until late night.&lt;br /&gt;I want my beach.&lt;br /&gt;I want my double Es, Excapade and Easyway.&lt;br /&gt;I want my home.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-714764196579094959?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/714764196579094959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=714764196579094959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/714764196579094959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/714764196579094959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-9204951216291650915</id><published>2008-11-05T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:34:07.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things work in a very odd way.&lt;br /&gt;We were once on different continents, countries or states and would never know about each others' existence.&lt;br /&gt;Miles away and we are brought together in a same place.&lt;br /&gt;We are all very different, in terms of background, personality and interest.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that bond us together?&lt;br /&gt;I question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deeper, I question myself even more.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we shared our laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we shared our lil secrets.&lt;br /&gt;However..&lt;br /&gt;Did we ever treasure each other?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we only seeking for something from each other?&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for one who have what you don't have?&lt;br /&gt;Was it only companionship?&lt;br /&gt;Were we looking for a pair of ears?&lt;br /&gt;Or were we merely trying seeking for someone to agree with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Why is it that when distance were brought in between us, we never shown any concern to each other, not anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life?&lt;br /&gt;How's college?&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older we are, the lesser we get to hear these words.&lt;br /&gt;Did we forget the simplest and basic courtesy?&lt;br /&gt;Did we forget how these words warm our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Just to evade those awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;We said only "hi" when we actually wanted to know how each other are doing.&lt;br /&gt;Worst, we saw each other few metres ahead, and instead of stepping forward and say hi, we choose to take another path, just for the sake of evading those awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not indicating anyone as I jot down these thoughts of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jus that I think there's alot of things we feel sorry of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm not sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm not upset with anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It's just that these thoughts just rumble in this lil mind of mine these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I would not disagree if you say this post is kinda emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I think these days are just the emo days, which Pei is undergoing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;All i know is that I need a piece of Brunei right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-9204951216291650915?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9204951216291650915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=9204951216291650915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/9204951216291650915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/9204951216291650915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-moments.html' title='Those moments'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1862769074786706606</id><published>2008-10-30T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:59:00.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever with "fan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have any question with this lecture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one. What the heck were you talking about for the past 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1862769074786706606?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1862769074786706606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1862769074786706606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1862769074786706606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1862769074786706606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-with-fan.html' title='Forever with &quot;fan&quot;'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2269999890511734276</id><published>2008-10-23T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:47:04.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The greatest happiness comes just when you thought you were being excepted, when the next moment, you realize you were being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I didn't feel like an outcast, an intruder of the September Intakes. In Walt Disney's film, The Lion King, it's like a hyena got into the land of lions, the Pride Rock. (Wrong expression?) It's like everybody have their own cliques, and you were put in a situation where you were all alone in a class full of unfamiliar faces, or rather, faces that you've never noticed or seen before. It makes one feel like an alien, one who is totally different from the others. No doubt it's a way to get to reach and know a greater range of people, however, it is easier said than done. Trying to fit in and blend in with the others, owh crap, it needs courage and I'm learning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart leads the way. This intruder seems to blend in with the others gradually. It's working really slowly, I'm not like Mus, he's abnormal, he could get quite heated up just in a blink of eye, extraordinary I say. Now that briefing on assignments are getting announced and groups are to formed, I can see things working well. The lions and lionesses seem to accept lil hyena here. Quite a few invited me to join their groups, which I am never happier to say no. Being part of the group, really lighten up my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 weeks since the commencement of year 2, I've known quite a few people from the group. I suck in identifying names and faces, I beg your pardon. FongChen, Peng Peng, Ling Ling, Jia Chen, Jessica, Joan, Jefferey, Leonard, BeowLing, HueyWen, WangTing, Ekhor, Febria and the gang. P.S. The gang means the others whom I yet to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quite okay up to this stage. Not too much of work to do. Preparing tutorial questions before class and attending lectures, that's the least requirement of being in an uni.&lt;br /&gt;Some lecturers just speak alien language, which I can't actually digest and absorb into my brain thoroughly. Credits to lack of interest in BAAF. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing the 2nd year of my degree, I guess I ought to keep track of my work regularly. Consistency. I am reminded of it since SAM. "Be consistent in doing your work so that revision will be such an easy job when exam comes." Lecturers have been telling this repetitively. When did I ever really listen to their advices and make my own life easier, I question myself over and over again. Never did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ace my subjects. No, not by being a nerd, I never do look like a nerd. I want to have fun. Can't I just find a balancing point between studies and getting a life? Since my parents gna spend such a heap loads of cash on me, why can't I get a 1st class for their sakes? I wish I would be able to remember what I said today, as a motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enlighten me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite a happy day. Busy, non-productive but fun overloaded. CF tutorial is like okay, so-so, and luckily Mister Kenneth did not have his saliva all over the desk and my hands like what he did last week. Asset transformation, risk, maturity, volume. Had some controversial discussion in taking the ethical and unethical stand for the so called Only One! Account. Had 3 hours break in EA doing nothing but watching drama, which I actually allocated the time slot to finish my remaining FA and MA tutorial questions. Things just don't go like I planned. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 3 hours break all alone is like so bowing that made me feel so sleepy and have the urge to be in my bed. Haha. MAPI lecture is when I feel so great about being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the umpteenth time, I'm gna say, the feeling of being demanded is when you truly feel that you are valued by others. I always feel good when people talk about me. It just makes my day up. I don't know about others, but it makes me feel like my effort was truly treasured and appreciated by others, and by that, my effort will just be paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to Sunway Pyramid to meet up with Pei. I didn't even know why was I there in the first place. I just feel like sitting down and enjoy my dinner. No more shopping is allowed as me is dead broke. Get to know some lovely people from the church camp which I'm definitely gna miss it as me is dead broke, again. Munsuet, cute but sampat and should be cancel off from the banana list soon. Isaac, he reminds me of someone, from the first moment I seen him until I talked to him across the table. His personality is like 85% and appearance is like 60% identical to this someone. Robin, the leader of the camp, is an outgoing guy, and he appears to be a Gary want to be. Haha. Just joking, there really is some resemblance between the two. It's really is fun hanging out with these bunches of brats. They are funny people and I'm gna meet them again on Friday, er, should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nand just told me bout joining the committee for the upcoming event, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell it out here so I guess I'll just shut up for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed right now that I feel like jumping around with glee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend is coming and I'm expecting someone.&lt;br /&gt;Being alone for this weekend is like the last last last thing on my list =(&lt;br /&gt;But like again I'm gna say, things doesn't seem to go according to my plan these days.&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned in the last post, I'm so soi these days.&lt;br /&gt;Pei's gna slap me and touch the wood when she sees this.&lt;br /&gt;I should say "Soi-ness is over. This is the last time I'll be soi"&lt;br /&gt;Be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Yawnyawn.&lt;br /&gt;May tmr be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-2269999890511734276?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2269999890511734276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=2269999890511734276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2269999890511734276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/2269999890511734276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5464819871242173836</id><published>2008-10-17T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:50:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soiness</title><content type='html'>"An error has occured while loading the operating system"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black screen with a line of white text has declared the death of my lappie instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I did not care for my lappie enough, all should know I love all my electronic gadgets to death, but recently, I think I just can't get rid of bad lucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the Carrefour incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my lappie died on me just when I thought that it was performing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see people wearing clothes that I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise I'm one of the few jackasses from January Intake who joined September Intake for tutorials. Is that good news? Actually I've been praying to meet some decent people who I can actually gain some knowledge from. Is god putting me in a difficult situation so that I will get more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my flipflops just got broken without any damage done to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out that my wallet is burning a hole cos' I shopped too much, without my own realisation. I'm not looking for an excuse but, owh god, online boutiques are such a great place to shop. Thanks to etheqian, I had my first experience, to actually shop but not window shopping on the Internet. Oh yeah, XiuWen and Mabel, I'm doing free advertisement for you two. Give me the link when you girls have done setting up an online boutique, cos I so so so wanna get a special FRIEND discount. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Boyfriend revived my lappie. By brainwashing my v3000 and erased her memory. In computing terms, we call it "reformat". And surprise! It survived! With zero knowledge, V3000, my lil infant doesn't even know how to speak, sing, go online at first. But with a lil knowledge from the World Wide Web, extracting, downloading and installing, it managed to learn how to go online. But damn it, she's actually a dumb, "nga mui". Been searching for drivers, downloading, trial and errors for what seems like hours, and I couldn't find it yet. Luckily with a lil, very very lil good luck that remain stuck with me, I found a forum that helped me. All terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 started for like 2 weeks already and things do not seems as easy as ABC. All lecturers seem like professionals, which I actually should expect for. They are all well trained professionals, which really clearly understand the subject they are teaching, digest and deliver the messages and knowledge that UWE counter part expect us to know. I should be glad for this right? But well, I'm just afraid that I can't manage the pressure and allocate time well enough to pass all modules. Audit and Corporate Governance, one of the modules with the highest number of students, has a failure rate of 64% last year. Should I start worrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhooooo&lt;/p&gt;Where's the dinner that the Boyfriend has promised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is berry hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5464819871242173836?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5464819871242173836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5464819871242173836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5464819871242173836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5464819871242173836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/10/soiness.html' title='Soiness'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7171268803069430786</id><published>2008-10-15T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:55:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short and straight&lt;br /&gt;lappie died.&lt;br /&gt;disconnected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7171268803069430786?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7171268803069430786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7171268803069430786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7171268803069430786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7171268803069430786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-and-straight-lappie-died.html' title=''/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-784024487912543956</id><published>2008-10-10T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:15:07.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th of October.&lt;br /&gt;Flight MH 0739, MAS, 1500, delayed until 1600.&lt;br /&gt;No tears dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Not much feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I get I'm just used to partings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02164.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oily duo.&lt;br /&gt;Our lil beach gathering at Tungku Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 439px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02167.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought lil weirdie along as well.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses up for grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 535px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02171.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;IngSiang got himself a new red hot tripod.&lt;br /&gt;But he still complains that it is too short for him.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 306px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02186.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS lunch set.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I could recall, this is my first time on MAS.&lt;br /&gt;Been a loyal passenger of AirAsia.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not cos it's cheap, no it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 528px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02187.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously small lump of rice and some chicken.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I get for MAS, kinda disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;But at least service is far better than AirAsia's.&lt;br /&gt;I mean in terms of stewardess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, while waiting for the stewardess to serve us, Pei and I keep thinking that maybe they knew that we bought cheap tickets, that's why they didn't want to serve us any drinks.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wonder why we felt so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I got a free ticket + BND70 of tax, credits to SzeYee.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall shut up by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 311px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02188.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, RedWine and Guava which we finally got when the stewardess decided to spare us few drops of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=velvet26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/velvet26.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life back in KL, TheEgg came over for a short 4 days trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=velvet29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/velvet29.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Velvet, where at first all I see is ahpeks with ciggies.&lt;br /&gt;That night was like an unofficial small gathering of CHMS student in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Ada Evon, HiiEgg, NianKhern, Esther, ZhiYuan and TheBoyfriend who happened to be missing in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;God knows where he went to.&lt;br /&gt;Checking out girls?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=velvet4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 306px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/velvet4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NianKhern, TheEgg, TheBoyfriend and Yours Truly with a super short new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=velvet27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/velvet27.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who use Colgate and who doesn't use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 532px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02199.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SaintAndrew's Wendy (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 558px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/DSC02200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever picture taken with TheEgg.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about my last week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially back in KL for one week today.&lt;br /&gt;I am still the same old me.&lt;br /&gt;TheBoyfriend, and even his friend said that I gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;Even my hairstylist (damn, sounds so pro, kanasai), I mean my hairdresser (hmm, that's better) asked if I put on extra pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND WHY DO PEOPLE IN BRUNEI KEEP TELLING ME THAT I LOST WEIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or is it that the lil meal that I had on MAS put extra pounds on me?&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday was the orientation day for UWE Year 1.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to talk on stage and host the game session for around 4 or 5 hours, without prior notice.&lt;br /&gt;I think I looked like a fool that day.&lt;br /&gt;But still, thanks to all UWE leaders for helping me and lessen my burden in dealing with those 100 new students, where most of them are like blocks of wood.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your contribution.&lt;br /&gt; Albeit the rejections of some of our proposal without even knowing the reason, still, we did try our very best to make the game session go on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;You guys sure do have a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a long holiday, and a week to be briefed on the modules, it's time for studies.&lt;br /&gt;Yan did a calculation, and every lecture/tutorial that we attend costs us a whooping RM56!&lt;br /&gt;Never try to skip any lecture or tutorial as it is equivalent to giving RM56 to Taylor's without gaining anything from it.&lt;br /&gt;Does us no good no good.&lt;br /&gt;Gna see ya all during lectures and tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And UK babes, it really feels so weird without you guys in lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Mia seems so alone during lecture without XinChan, YoongWei and Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;Yan said she can't get used to lectures without Sonia repeating "I'm so sleepy" numerously beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya all are doing great at the other part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya allllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-784024487912543956?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/784024487912543956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=784024487912543956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/784024487912543956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/784024487912543956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-prologue.html' title='Another prologue'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/kl%20oct%2009/th_DSC02164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-4547315428793320367</id><published>2008-10-04T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:55:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two and a half months, I get my ass back in Selangor once again.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so weird, the feeling of flying to and fro two pieces of continents.&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of eyes, er, maybe not, just 2 hours' time I spent in the air, not knowing where exactly I'm at, and I get to see two different and distinct life styles.&lt;br /&gt;Brunei, where I worry only about where to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;KL, where I worry only about how to sort out my time so that I'll have time to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 3 months of holiday and what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll let pictures do the talking, and I'll add on few lines.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Brunei, the carefree days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Photos overloaded post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02026.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days in Brunei, and we had our gathering by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very big one, most people refused to come, but hell yea, fun is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 497px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei dahleng, YingSuang and MickeyWen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 469px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02071.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Tofu Longan.&lt;br /&gt;Migod, I'll say it's the best.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to almighty wen the cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 511px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02101.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the game "Campaign" with lil brother.&lt;br /&gt;He spelled dragon as drogan, not sure if he did it intentionally, he's a weird ass.&lt;br /&gt;One day he asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"Jie, if one day, daddy mommy gugu koko jiejie and everyone in our house (curls his index fingers repetitively, meaning die), what should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;Weird lil brat gave me such a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He named the above characters, he misses his tzinminkoko I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 515px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02108.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is the best medication that I take during mentruation periods.&lt;br /&gt;Red wine+Eggs, mom's best dish, looks kinda disgusting but trust me, best you could find in town ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 316px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made sushis.&lt;br /&gt;Made lots, but was immediately "sold out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02117.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 407px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02117.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls during Angeleen's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;The theme was "punk", and I guess we all weren't punk enough.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, we all wore leggings that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 443px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02131.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easyway.&lt;br /&gt;"Green apple green tea with mango pudding and pearl, large, without ice, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;I'll dream of this even when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to have a shot of this right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 431px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02137.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and AhBee's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Had a lil indoor barbeque, veggie with grilled beef, owh god.&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 451px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02139.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XiaoMing, cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again, I &lt;3 babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 468px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02155.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Wong, our yeemeeyeemee laoshi and her hubbie.&lt;br /&gt;We were attending their wedding ceremony at St.George/St.Andrew's Church.&lt;br /&gt;People says women look best when they're brides.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, memang betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 486px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02154.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita tiga. Ting bitch left before we could take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 451px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02152.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph drew this I think.&lt;br /&gt;The cover is a pencil sketched rose.&lt;br /&gt;Ada sui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 476px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02158.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time Coffee Bean favourite, Ice Blended Coffee with Caramel.&lt;br /&gt;It costs me a freaking B$6.30 just for a regular cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of yamchar sessions throughout the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable one would be the time when Ting, Fuu, Ket, Wei and I spent our time till 4am at De Fountain, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;And another one, with Kelvin, Louis, IngSiang, Lu, Cyen, SheeLing and Chiaw by Tungku Beach for sunset and picnics. I want the photos!&lt;br /&gt;Excapade, Fratini's, Jollibee, Ideal, The Mall PopCorn!&lt;br /&gt;I definitely miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To KarYee, sorry that I couldn't get to go yamchar with you throughout the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Not even once as I promised.&lt;br /&gt;Will make it up the next time I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunei Peeps, see ya all in 3 or 4 months' time.&lt;br /&gt;Take cares till then.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely try not to get fat the next time ya all see me.&lt;br /&gt;See some of ya during December in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;It's a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-4547315428793320367?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4547315428793320367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=4547315428793320367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4547315428793320367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/4547315428793320367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/10/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/th_DSC02026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-1598427638499620655</id><published>2008-09-28T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:29:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;6 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Time to start picking up fragmented pieces of life I have in Bru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A place I love so much, and yet hate at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There’s just too much to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Most importantly, home is situated just here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else for family breakfasts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else could I do my groceries in BigTee, shorts in a pair of slippers, not minding how others might think about this kampongmoi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to hang my legs up high while watching TV, munching and chipping on snacks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to sleep until late afternoon and lunch will always be ready and beautifully set on the table?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to rock your room without receiving complaints from neighbour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to have Cheese Baked NACHOSSSS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to yamchar with friends without time constraints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to walk around in the mall, saw someone familiar, and you go “ARGH!! XXX, WHEN DID YOU COME BACK? HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? NEVER ASK ME OUT FOR TEA?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else for EXCAPADEs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to have a lil stroll by the beach and indulge yourself in the midnight breeze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else for crunchy yet fattening Cineplex Popcorns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where else to do everything in a slow pace and no one will ever complain about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Family and friends, it never is easy to part with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And now, I’ve got to promise myself to smile while entering the boarding gate, not a tear shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s only 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1598427638499620655?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1598427638499620655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1598427638499620655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1598427638499620655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那歌声平复了她的心情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那歌声把她的寂寞赶回家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那歌声忧伤得似乎正在唱着自己的故事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;听着听着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: 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3-movie-marathon last night.&lt;br /&gt;All old movies which are long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;First, Child's Play 2, my all time fave thriller with lil brother.&lt;br /&gt;I bought it from DeeJay, three movies in one dvd.&lt;br /&gt;Child's Play 1, 2 and 3 all in one.&lt;br /&gt;Save cost, save material, save my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Brunei really is a great place for piracy's survival.&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;Chucky is so ugly that he freaks me out every time without fail when I watch it, euuuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Mr and Mrs Smith, with sister.&lt;br /&gt;So incredible, married for 6 years, and never realize that the other half is a shooter or a spy.&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie sooooooo sexy can die.&lt;br /&gt;I want her microwave+oven, where she hide all her weapons away from Brad the Pitttt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just one of my wild dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, StevenChou's 唐伯虎点秋香, with another brother.&lt;br /&gt;My brother really was siao last night, insisted to watch a movie before going bed, with the reason that, "don't waste a precious Saturday night".&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we finished the movie at 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;And even siao, I couldn't fall asleep until around 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found Love is Cinta in a corner of my room!&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my sister that it will make you cry like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Have a very strong urge to watch it, but you know, crying alone makes me sound so silly.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I've decided to cry with someone, and I'm gna bring it over to KL.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, feels so bowiiiinngggggg.&lt;br /&gt;And it's only 12:30am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Adui, what can I do to kill time?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Bake cookies?&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;Tmr la.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll say tmr again by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8705035672822631955?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8705035672822631955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=8705035672822631955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8705035672822631955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/8705035672822631955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/09/sien-ness.html' title='Sien-ness'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-8410532940385310051</id><published>2008-09-18T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:36:05.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I supposed to feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mind's clouded with unnecessary thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;About the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Year 2 gna be like without those UK-ers who just landed on the far continent not long ago?&lt;br /&gt;Will we be able to keep in touch and talk without any restrictions like we once used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Gossip around about our lecturers, librarians and course mates and establish a common ground?&lt;br /&gt;Will the former September Intakers be as amiable as the January Intakers?&lt;br /&gt;Will there be another Sonia the Snail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/6631052/1/636745649"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-052.friendster.com/e1/photos/25/01/6631052/1_636745649l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Group 3 up Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Group 3, we have these fun and interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia the rare snail, on the brink of extinction, one exported to UK lately.&lt;br /&gt;The Maldivian Trio, Faid, Nashmee and Shiyad, by right should be soaked in ocean water in Maldives now.&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa the Sudanese all time ice breaker who never fail to entertain during class.&lt;br /&gt;Brunei-Breed-Malaysian Yan and SzeYee.&lt;br /&gt;FongQian, SookMun, Amelia, pure Malaysian Breed.&lt;br /&gt;Sandar from Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;The great helpers Bena and Nandya, both lovely and intellectual Indonesians.&lt;br /&gt;Old Man CanU, our bubble tea driver, Victor, Patrick, KeeShen, our cold jokes provider, ChawSirn, TsunFei.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ex Group 3 XianQing and Jessie the cloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/6631052/1/515310945"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 329px;" src="http://photos-052.friendster.com/e1/photos/25/01/6631052/1_515310945l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First course outing, ICE SKATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia, YoongWei, XinChan, Steph, Septi, Jean, XiuWen, Alyssa, BeeChen, Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;Some superwomen I met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/6631052/1/101061969"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 353px;" src="http://photos-052.friendster.com/e1/photos/25/01/6631052/1_101061969l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morphing Time during IceSkating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nicholas Sarkozy French store assignment where we share our answers,&lt;br /&gt;IMA where we "kindly sent the model answer" to all UWE-ians,&lt;br /&gt;IFA the Jordone Group interviews,&lt;br /&gt;BSDM er... something to do with phone package service providers,&lt;br /&gt;MOB surveys and presentations,&lt;br /&gt;BITM damn formal presentations on e-system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/6631052/1/420123850"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://photos-052.friendster.com/e1/photos/25/01/6631052/1_420123850l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Morphing Time up in Genting Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does these bring any of the harsh and unforgettable memories of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Classes from 8 am to 5 pm, the hectic and sickening life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our favourite time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we all have got to move on.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard, at least for me to put them all aside.&lt;br /&gt;All those library moments we had.&lt;br /&gt;All those celebrations we had after handing up our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;All those sweet and bitter memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for playing a role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;7 months and I reserved a place for an invalid period somewhere in my heart for ya all.&lt;br /&gt;Take cares and we will meet again some day, some where.&lt;br /&gt;We got to and we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like saying&lt;br /&gt;"Owh, the good ol' times...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-8410532940385310051?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8410532940385310051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-343526725340929047</id><published>2008-09-15T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:21:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>甜</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;一首甜死人不偿命的歌曲&lt;br /&gt;李玖哲的顽皮鬼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;衣服摺线 到电子邮件&lt;br /&gt;难逃你的法眼&lt;br /&gt;宝贝 放心一点 时间多可贵&lt;br /&gt;别一直怀疑 爱会出轨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿 你这个顽皮鬼&lt;br /&gt;又 有什么发现&lt;br /&gt;每天 你推理的情节&lt;br /&gt;让我觉得无言却又爱你 多一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;信件照片 到简讯来电&lt;br /&gt;你全看过一遍&lt;br /&gt;宝贝 放心一点 时间多可贵&lt;br /&gt;别一直怀疑 爱会出轨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿 你这个顽皮鬼&lt;br /&gt;又 有什么发现&lt;br /&gt;每天 像侦探的行为&lt;br /&gt;让我觉得无奈却又爱你 多一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用再翻箱倒柜&lt;br /&gt;因为我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;才给你我的一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿 你这个顽皮鬼&lt;br /&gt;又 有什么发现&lt;br /&gt;那些 不安心的感觉&lt;br /&gt;我都明白那是你很爱我 的表现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-343526725340929047?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/343526725340929047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=343526725340929047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/343526725340929047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/343526725340929047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_15.html' title='甜'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7775215554372164500</id><published>2008-09-11T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:15:43.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tagged by xiuwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;*ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Elevating my IQ or EQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to slap buttocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one who doesn’t love their friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Being loved and being spoiled =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Not even a minute. I’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Let them be, it’s not like he has to like me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;18 + 10 = 28 = A great mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is important to me in their ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;A crazy course mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Married and poor, but he won’t let us be poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Search around pillow for my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;How much do I have and how much he worth giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;I believe my instinct will lead me by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;I might. Time heals, ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Both, depends on different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.List 5 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;people who are interested to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7775215554372164500?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7775215554372164500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7775215554372164500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7775215554372164500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;JPD finally proclaim me as a legal driver on the road!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a new noob who is about to hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;That is, when she finally find the courage to drive without an instructor beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my driving test on Monday, finally.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, what I gotta say about the driving test is that, I'm such a lucky bum.&lt;br /&gt;Of route 1, route 2 and route 3, I drove route 3 for my test, which I only drove twice while taking driving lessons!&lt;br /&gt;Just two simple U-turns, what magic!&lt;br /&gt;Luck I say, luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have a very kind officer sitting beside me, who happened to be the invigilator while I'm taking my law test.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have a very kind officer who actually asked me not to bother about the hand break while doing the incline trick.&lt;br /&gt; When I tried to put down the hand break, he actually said "LET ME DO IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Third, I have a very kind officer who first asked me to go for route 2, and cause of traffic jams and hot passionate sun, he declined and asked if I want to take route 3 and of course I would not say no to such a kind invitation!&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I have a very kind officer.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I still have a very kind officer!&lt;br /&gt;All in all,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say thank you to you, Mr.Kind-Officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be building up debts right now.&lt;br /&gt;I will pay back to you when opportunity comes.&lt;br /&gt;I promise!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit me passing the test, my official driving license is yet to be issued.&lt;br /&gt;They say it'd take 3 days for the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigod, AhWen is SOOOOOOO BLISSED!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-1339882643173117239?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1339882643173117239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=1339882643173117239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1339882643173117239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/1339882643173117239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-passed.html' title='I passed!'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-931587472370495283</id><published>2008-09-06T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:05:54.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你衡量自己了吗?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;每个人心中都有一把尺&lt;br /&gt;长短因人而异&lt;br /&gt;我们都不经意的把心中的那把尺&lt;br /&gt;有意无心的将它拿来衡量&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;衡量他人的样貌&lt;br /&gt;衡量他人的道德观念&lt;br /&gt;衡量他人的举止操行&lt;br /&gt;之后再加与置评&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忙碌的生活&lt;br /&gt;迫使我们变得肤浅&lt;br /&gt;很多时候我们都在他人世界环绕&lt;br /&gt;忙着看他人的好戏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我无法说我不曾批评过人&lt;br /&gt;正如他们所说的造口业&lt;br /&gt;我正在努力检讨自己了&lt;br /&gt;但是&lt;br /&gt;我心里知道自己的弱点&lt;br /&gt;我超爱面子活受罪&lt;br /&gt;我超没耐心&lt;br /&gt;我太在意别人的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我无勇无谋&lt;br /&gt;我死白目&lt;br /&gt;我总是爱想太多&lt;br /&gt;我死脑筋&lt;br /&gt;我死固执&lt;br /&gt;我脾气死硬&lt;br /&gt;我无敌怕输&lt;br /&gt;我是爱哭鬼&lt;br /&gt;还有好多好多&lt;br /&gt;若有任何遗漏想要添加的话&lt;br /&gt;欢迎留下comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只不过朋友&lt;br /&gt;当你正在批评他人时&lt;br /&gt;麻烦你照过镜子&lt;br /&gt;看看自己几两重&lt;br /&gt;不要一昧的用自己心中的那把尺衡量他人&lt;br /&gt;有空&lt;br /&gt;衡量一下自己吧&lt;br /&gt;你会发现&lt;br /&gt;自己其实没有想象中的好&lt;br /&gt;别人也并不认为你是那么那么那么的好的&lt;br /&gt;你只是单纯的被自己过高的自尊心蒙瞎了自己&lt;br /&gt;可悲的不是自己差&lt;br /&gt;可悲的是&lt;br /&gt;当全世界都在耻笑你时&lt;br /&gt;你却单方面的认为&lt;br /&gt;世界没品位&lt;br /&gt;并不了解你的好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当身边朋友都在背后嫌三道四&lt;br /&gt;而自己却浑然不知&lt;br /&gt;那种被背叛的感觉&lt;br /&gt;并不好受&lt;br /&gt;身为你的朋友&lt;br /&gt;都想劝服你&lt;br /&gt;但你的自尊心真的太强了&lt;br /&gt;能如何呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只希望这几段短短的文字&lt;br /&gt;能让你有所领悟&lt;br /&gt;有所醒觉&lt;br /&gt;阿弥陀佛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-931587472370495283?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/931587472370495283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=931587472370495283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/931587472370495283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/931587472370495283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='你衡量自己了吗?'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-3041027671239958337</id><published>2008-08-26T03:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:50:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing sth that will never be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you discovered that it's not the PaiKuat that's stuck in between your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;And as you reveal the actual and genuine truth,&lt;br /&gt;you finally get it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not an anonymous piece of bone.&lt;br /&gt;No other object is in your mouth while you're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else other than your permanent teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Just that one of them, isn't in its complete form.&lt;br /&gt;My tooth, my left molar, broke one of its corner and naive me, thought that it was a piece of PaiKuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hereby I advise every single youngster reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not brush your teeth anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with Darlies, Aquafresh, Colgate, Fresh White!!!&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth twice, sometimes thrice a day.&lt;br /&gt;I insist on brushing teeth as a must have daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;And damnit, maybe it's just nonsense right now.&lt;br /&gt;First, I have tooth decays.&lt;br /&gt;And I asked the dentists how on earth could it possibly happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;And he said we shouldn't brush our teeth too much.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I broke my MOLAR, the strongest, hardest, stiffest part of human body just because of a freaking meal with PaiKuat?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even realise that I broke my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;No pain, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;No words could describe my tremendous loss.&lt;br /&gt;Adui, lucky it's not my incisor that's broken.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be pronouncing 'FISH' properly if I do.&lt;br /&gt;It will be 'HUIIIIIIIIIIISHHHH'.&lt;br /&gt;Wind leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was joking about the part about not brushing teeth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how am I going to face the world with my stinky mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Need a dentist now.&lt;br /&gt;Where's ZongLin?&lt;br /&gt;India, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom of roti kosong, roti telur, maggie goreng, roti tisu, and curry!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-3041027671239958337?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3041027671239958337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-7034133700706131853</id><published>2008-08-24T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:47:55.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My snail is missing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 497px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC00530.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sonia Lee (Theng)^2&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear from you for eons already.&lt;br /&gt;Time to report to me.&lt;br /&gt;I need updates!&lt;br /&gt;UK shouldn't make you disappear from my MSN contacts right?&lt;br /&gt;Your name didn't pop up from the right bottom corner of my desktop for such a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you babe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-7034133700706131853?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7034133700706131853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=7034133700706131853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7034133700706131853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/7034133700706131853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-snail-is-missing.html' title='My snail is missing!'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/th_DSC00530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-6364012661069988299</id><published>2008-08-24T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:42:01.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>伤痕累累</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PaiKuat for lunch and dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My mom makes the best paikuat on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;What's unbelievable is that..&lt;br /&gt;I have a paikuat bone stuck in between my teeth right now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how long will it stay there.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to remove it using my nails and I broke 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;I used toothpicks to try and loosen the gap a bit but I broke 5 of them and now they are tighter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I then tried using my fingers, and they are all red now.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit I used my tongue to move the bone aside GENTLY, I still hurt my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it didn't break into halves.&lt;br /&gt;I even tried using fork.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the fork as in fork and knife.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dumb enough.&lt;br /&gt;Now the left corner of my mouth is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have PaiKuat Phobia thanks to the anonymous bone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that I will be stuck with the bone forever cos' it seems seamless between my precious teeth and the anonymous bone.&lt;br /&gt;Evil pig!&lt;br /&gt;I will eat more of you guys as revenge!&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-6364012661069988299?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6364012661069988299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=6364012661069988299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6364012661069988299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/6364012661069988299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='伤痕累累'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-9032492812952606064</id><published>2008-08-23T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:40:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the latest me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weekend again.&lt;br /&gt;Another week is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel happy that I am one week closer to busy but productive KL life?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I start doing something before time runs out?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I start repenting.&lt;br /&gt;Repent for the fact that I actually allowed time to slip between my fingers and not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ewen and I'm 18.&lt;br /&gt;Dramas are my current obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Foods are my best companion during dramas.&lt;br /&gt;And sleeps are what I need after dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Owh life.&lt;br /&gt;Owh fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-9032492812952606064?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9032492812952606064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-341889404954823869</id><published>2008-08-20T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:01:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking driving lessons part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third lesson on driving - Parking.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, insomnia struck on me, and I couldn't sleep until 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are at 9, gotta wake up at 7 as I have to follow daddy.&lt;br /&gt;With reasons mentioned above, I only had 3 or 4 hours' sleep each day when there's driving lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And on this 3rd day, I was really blur enough.&lt;br /&gt;Rohanna talked to me and taught me the "Mahabumi Parking 101" and I didn't catch a single word throughout the first 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Why Mahabumi Parking 101 you ask?&lt;br /&gt;It's like these Mahabumi-ans have their own syllabus of passing down the Parking Module.&lt;br /&gt;They have rules, they go by theories, they are exactly useful if you want to pass your driving test.&lt;br /&gt;They give out driving test's tips, no, more like giving out solutions.&lt;br /&gt;You memorize the steps, and you do the same during test.&lt;br /&gt;Parking Module 1.&lt;br /&gt;First, you go straight until you can't see the yellow line.&lt;br /&gt;Second, you turn your steering full to the right.&lt;br /&gt;Third, reverse full left, while making sure you don't step out of the yellow box.&lt;br /&gt;Last, just go straight and left and right a bit and masuk.&lt;br /&gt;Now you get it.&lt;br /&gt;There's more to remember for Parking Module 2.&lt;br /&gt;Sets and sets of rules.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you memorize the solution, then you just write it down during driving test.&lt;br /&gt;Contact the instructors if you want extra information on it.&lt;br /&gt;Sure will pass for parking, provided that you followed the steps correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Where were I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, being a computer executing commands being instructed.&lt;br /&gt;It was hot like mad that day, sweat were all over me.&lt;br /&gt;It's dripping.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of these, I've gained a darker shade of my skin tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth lesson, repeating Parking Module 1 and 2 and start with Parking Module 3.&lt;br /&gt;This one I gotta write here so I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;I have bad memory, which is definitely not a feature of Aries.&lt;br /&gt;Turn right from Parking Slot 2, to the left side of the lane.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure your steering and tyres are straight, not even slightly turning to the left nor right.&lt;br /&gt;Reverse a lil bit until you see the 1st pole's top red portion is exactly at the end of your left back window.&lt;br /&gt;Here, turn your steering to full right, reverse until only the 3rd pole's tip is visible behind your lil Toyota Echo. Note: View from right side mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Straighten your tyres, and reverse until the tyre at the right of your back lies exactly on the yellow line.&lt;br /&gt;Here, reverse, full right.&lt;br /&gt;Forward, full left.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps repeating until you get your car in the slot.&lt;br /&gt;Reverse left and forward right as necessary to get your car out of the slot.&lt;br /&gt;Exit through the right lane.&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Mahabumi-ans, correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember THAT WELL as this Module 3 is taught on the last 15 minutes of the lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is that.&lt;br /&gt;Passionate sun, spare me when I'm having driving lessons please.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a dark chocolate woman soon.&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson is being scheduled next Wednesday, 2 hours, 10AM to 12PM.&lt;br /&gt;SIAO NOT?&lt;br /&gt;It's like the hottest hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll die soon cos' of dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;But no doubt, I still am excited to throw myself into the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of the blood boiling while you rule the car on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Adui.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement la!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Miss Sakai here so shut up, Full-Driving-License-Holders.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are once noobs.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's my Law Test.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being that I bought two new jerseys of ManU.&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy, I agree I support I love to apply it on me.&lt;br /&gt;One more week till next lesson, what to do while awaiting?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. That's a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing Year 1 dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yanbday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 283px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/yanbday.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-341889404954823869?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/341889404954823869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=341889404954823869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/341889404954823869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/341889404954823869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-driving-lessons-part-ii.html' title='Taking driving lessons part II'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/th_yanbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2507842233319608135</id><published>2008-08-14T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:52:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking driving lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first driving lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I reached stadium straight at 9.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I didn't expect Rohanna to be Rohanna.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I thought she's a young lady at first la, and what that made me remember her is her row of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say her stake of teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Macam bumps on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the messiest row of teeth I ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, once I got there, she drove me to a nearby parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;She got out from the driver seat, and went out the car.&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was that, "Omigod, I'm gna step on the wheels right now? Without any explanation or instruction given?"&lt;br /&gt;With these thoughts on my mind, although I'm really excited to drive, I was doubting my ability to operate a manual transmission car as well.&lt;br /&gt;Once seated in the driver seat which I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; for, (notice the present tense that I'm using), adjusted the seating position, buckled my seat belt, off I go on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Not even 2 seconds after that, terus mati engine (what do u call that in english, anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt to mati the engine.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I started the engine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tekan clutch, accelerator sikit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being not sure of the amount of effort that I have to exert on the pedals, which stupid me stepped too hard on the accelerator, the engine starts to roar.&lt;br /&gt;And then, being a frighten lil kid, I stepped on the brake pedal.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped too hard again, it was all sunny out there but inside the car, it was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting rounds and rounds the parking lot, in the process, I admit la, I mati-ed engine twice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then here ahwen goes on the road!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was really fun and exciting to be on the lanes with other vehicles, haha, macam sakai I know.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing much happened on the road, everything gone smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Lost control of the steering few times and not being able to change gear when ada selekoh, other than that, not much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour passed just like that.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to go for lesson no.2 the next day, which is today, practice on my gear again and she will teach me parking.&lt;br /&gt;PARKING on the 2nd hour of driving?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, I really thought driving is not that hard on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows today, I went for 2nd lesson.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to go on the road again, different route with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Additional of roundabouts, traffic lights and more bends than the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's with me today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate while driving, mind is like somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun engine tak mati today, but I feel like such a dumbdumb.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not satisfied with my progress as compared with the previous day's.&lt;br /&gt;I see no improvement at all la.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me that she will teach me parking today on the previous day, but I think she felt that I'm not qualified to do parking yet, looking at my progress today.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she asked me to come for class again on Monday for parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the "FEEL" of driving.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone understand me?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time to catch up with my dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Recently been busying with driving thingy till I forgot my dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch up with my old times.&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, I just got a new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Ada sikit regret la.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I have short fringe once again.&lt;br /&gt;Pimples and big face will be out once again.&lt;br /&gt;Noob like hell.&lt;br /&gt;To be a real noob, I put on my noob specs in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;I want my hairdresser from KL la!&lt;br /&gt;Comments, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02076.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 437px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02076.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lessons'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/th_DSC02076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2606759066486741809</id><published>2008-08-12T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:26:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've suffered from insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;It has already been a week and there's not a single night/day that I slept before 4.&lt;br /&gt;There's times when I laid on bed and heard mom waking bro up for school at 6 and I really felt terrible for it.&lt;br /&gt;It's already up to a certain level that even when I felt tired physically, I just couldn't put myself in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that I'll fall asleep without much struggle later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to register at the Driving Academy and coincidentally, I managed to join the law class in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;For Pei and KarYee's information, I went to Mahabumi.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky guess la pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHO I MET?&lt;br /&gt;Vivien Yap, my long lost primary classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Guess we both will be sharing the same driving instructor as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law class's okay, ignoring the fact that I'd fought over myself to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;And my Malay is really poor despite few taxi drivers in KL asked me if I came from Indonesia, so poor that when the lecturer infront is gobbling with malay nouns, adjectives, and malay SLANG on the stage, I tak berapa faham.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's not much car jargons that I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Malay = Stereng/hendal, injak klac, tuil kelajuan.&lt;br /&gt;English = Steering, clutch, gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Olympic, weightlifting for males just now.&lt;br /&gt;How could a 62kg man lift a 168kg weight with both hands?&lt;br /&gt;China's &lt;span class="Tit"&gt;张湘祥 proved you on that.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan hesitate, he won the gold medal!&lt;br /&gt;But in terms of his looks or appearance, I'd say ...&lt;br /&gt;But yea, he was gna break the Olympic's record.&lt;br /&gt;Proud of China.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tmr's gna have 2nd lecture on law.&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing uni a lil bit too much, I'm referring it as LECTURE!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck falling asleep later.&lt;br /&gt;Nightie nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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up'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-2381284656855668214</id><published>2008-08-11T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:55:58.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today it's turning red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was awaken by Ting's call and realize my lips were numb when she keeps failing to catch the words I spoke.&lt;br /&gt;It's numb.&lt;br /&gt;It's swollen.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm having a piece of sausage hanging on my lower lips.&lt;br /&gt;And sausage lips doesn't look sexy on me AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I ain't no Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I won't disappoint anyone cos I'm still able to do my duckie lips.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Brunei's XingXiu at RTB just now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ting, I manage to get to be sitted on the VIP seats.&lt;br /&gt;Astro Talent Quest 200X was invited as one of the judges.&lt;br /&gt;Winnie Ho, He Yun Ni, it was minutes after she performed that I realize she actually is the singer in Halo Cafe's.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you remember, it's the girl I really liked, the girl who sang for Yan on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;She's DAMN AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Memang love her singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YanYan, contestant no. 6, won it after her second trial.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe I actually felt adrenaline pumping into my blood stream when the result is being announced.&lt;br /&gt;Congratz to her.&lt;br /&gt;B$1500, should buy everyone who supported her a meal and that includes me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I love her dress that she wore during the last session?&lt;br /&gt;She looks great in it and when I asked Ting where can I get such dress, bitchy her said if it looks fabulous on YanYan, it doesn't mean it will look good on me.&lt;br /&gt;Ting's such a rotten piece of egg at times.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry my dear, I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think CX's bf not bad as well as he held the highest score during the first and second session.&lt;br /&gt;温仁豪, contestant no.2 if I tak ada salah.&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity that he lost in the third session during the TempoTest thingy.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this part during the 2nd session when he was asked to sing along with one of the female contestants, 刘玉忆, contestant no.1 , they sang DavidTao and Jolin's 今天你要嫁给我.&lt;br /&gt;And when they sang the part after the rap&lt;br /&gt;"你愿意这样做吗?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do"&lt;br /&gt;Sorry CX, not offence but they really do look sweet.&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR THAT MOMENT JUST FOR THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats to YanYan once again, no matter you ada see or no ada see.&lt;br /&gt;GongXi GongXi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Ting and I went to Gadong, sat at Chill's from 6 to about 9.&lt;br /&gt;Saliva is definitely more than the teas.&lt;br /&gt;口水多过茶!&lt;br /&gt;Bitched around, laughed around.&lt;br /&gt;Guess we've all grown a lots since last year, things changed a lot when none of us expect it to be different.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way how our life could be interesting when we adapt to them.&lt;br /&gt;People could be cunning and threatening to us, but I guess we ought to learn something from every event, as free lessons on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I just wish life wouldn't be such a bitch all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, aku masih ada some people.&lt;br /&gt;Ting's head half being potong-ed, but nevermind, it is stil glowing in glories.&lt;br /&gt;People could still see you.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 302px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/DSC02045.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah Bah Bah.&lt;br /&gt;Till here first.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr gotta go register at DRIVING ACADEMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do we call them academy or just school?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very happy day today.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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red'/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h303/ewenn9/bru%20aug/th_DSC02045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150908198554834867.post-5964847567169172216</id><published>2008-08-09T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T02:08:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 1.23am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Ewen&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 3&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 2&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6, sometimes 7&lt;br /&gt;Height: 163cm?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Kota Batu then to Mulaut while in Brunei, then to Selangor Subang.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: Heaven and Earth Green Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: 2 hotdogs, fried egg, sunny side up, baked beans.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: Yea, all on airasia’s, but baby MAS, im coming =)&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Not particularly swam, just floating around&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: who never did? Spot me sleeping during lectures&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Yea I think.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Not that clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: I sat by the phone every single minute or else it’s make me feel uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Lots. It’s like my collections.&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Cozy and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: My K810i.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Chicken sausage stolen from brother.&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yes. The sickness is still bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nose not that tall.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: In terms of in TV sets, yes. Peter from Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Yesh, potluck?&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: Eons ago. Remind me.&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: One of the Olympic dancers. He looks like a gorilla to me.&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: My lil bro. He’s messing up the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: Yesh, lil bro’s cheeky cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: Still sick.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Mister Busuk.&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: Having a feast with Busuk.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Yea. My chubby chum.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: The triangles. Dislike wld be Deep Fried You Char Kuey.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 1.40am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind right now: Yea, he loves to fart a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: More than you do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: Fei Hua. No children no talk.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: Yea&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted: Nah, always wanted to. But I guess I’d do so when I have longer toenails.&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Our single bed.&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing: Chokolate.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday: Just got home from shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till: The day I earn a fortune a month on top of that, happily married.&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: Don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: Someone else should answer for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: Nope, I have to learn to be more responsible before I have any pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: Another continent.&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? : Mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?: No.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? : Watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? : Learning to.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: Mom, I love to manja.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? : Family, damn stupid. Gotta forget!&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?: loveD? Still loving.&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy? :No. I love chocos and desserts and anything sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?: Yes, souvenir I’d say.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: Yeah for sure, most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?: Never?&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? : Pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time? : Loud, need to tune the volume down.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident? : Depends on mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;1998,&lt;br /&gt;-Tomboy-ing&lt;br /&gt;-Pepsi-cola-ing&lt;br /&gt;-Eating brainlessly&lt;br /&gt;-Naive&lt;br /&gt;-Breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;-Jog&lt;br /&gt;-Photostat&lt;br /&gt;-Yam Morning Char&lt;br /&gt;-Watch Heroes&lt;br /&gt;-Tv Tv Tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;-Meiji YanYan&lt;br /&gt;-Msia’s KitKat, it’s diff from Brunei’s&lt;br /&gt;-Snickers&lt;br /&gt;-Chocos&lt;br /&gt;-Mr.Potato Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;-Buy air tickets.&lt;br /&gt;-Enrol in IT course&lt;br /&gt;-Buy land, buy house, buy cars, invest invest&lt;br /&gt;-Shoppingssssss for my dear ones&lt;br /&gt;-Do some good deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;-Stubborn&lt;br /&gt;-Forgetful&lt;br /&gt;-Love food too much&lt;br /&gt;-Love to laze around&lt;br /&gt;-Love to keep things with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in :&lt;br /&gt;-Kota Batu&lt;br /&gt;-Mulaut&lt;br /&gt;-Subang&lt;br /&gt;-Lu’s place&lt;br /&gt;-Ting’s place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;-Salesgirl&lt;br /&gt;-Brochures giver&lt;br /&gt;-Daughter&lt;br /&gt;-Being a honey&lt;br /&gt;-Student, never ending learner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;- Him&lt;br /&gt;- Her&lt;br /&gt;- It&lt;br /&gt;- This&lt;br /&gt;- That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150908198554834867-5964847567169172216?l=ewen-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5964847567169172216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6150908198554834867&amp;postID=5964847567169172216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5964847567169172216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150908198554834867/posts/default/5964847567169172216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewen-ing.blogspot.com/2008/08/rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ewenn9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321699723104393681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAm7zbq7b7k/R_Sr8OVpFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WR5BpJocg7g/S220/DSC00983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
