<?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-5416561682772975261</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:51:11.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it is...interesting(this is just mine)</title><subtitle type='html'>disclaimer: this blog is for reading purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons and/or situations other than those mentioned here is purely coincidental.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5455096665234609363</id><published>2009-12-02T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:43:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Trip this year</title><content type='html'>Family going to China today... without me. First time they're all going overseas without me... it's an 8-days trip. Well, at least they didn't go to Australia. I'd be begging to go too XD&lt;br /&gt;But having exam next week and also this Thursday. Jia you jia you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5455096665234609363?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5455096665234609363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/12/china-trip-this-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5455096665234609363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5455096665234609363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/12/china-trip-this-year.html' title='China Trip this year'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-4061966205699230938</id><published>2009-10-30T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:23:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my keyboard is here~ wakaka</title><content type='html'>Finally~ after one week's wait, it's here~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i shall never be bored~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new keyboard... or to be exact,it's an electric piano. 88 keys, just like a standard piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398413132731519170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SusEJGdEEMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DpdfpgIDAac/s320/78c0a43f0e1de5c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can record songs and transfer them to your computer through it's USB port. Maybe I can compile a CD perhaps. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got it for RM2350, here in Malacca. I negotiated with the salesperson on Tuesday last week and paid the RM1000 deposit on that day itself. Then this past Tuesday, i was wondering if it had reached. I tried calling the shop but there was no answer. So in the afternoon, i went straight to the shop in order to enquire about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I entered the shop, the salesperson greeted me by saying, "哇! 你有第六感的啊?" -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said that the piano had just arrived and she was just about to call me but i had already reached the shop before she could do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her that I was just there to enquire whether it has reached or not... Since i didn't have the money with me yet. So, i had to walk all the way to Dataran Pahlawan to the ATM to get the cash and then walk back to the shop which took me about 15-20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i paid for it, the salesperson asked me to park my car in front of the shop so that we can move the piano into it. The keyboard itself is quite heavy, minus the stand and chair. I reversed my car to the shop and helped to carry the keyboard. Luckily i went there alone because if there was another person with me, i guess he/she would have to take the bus back as the whole piano had taken up all the space in the car, except the driver's seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, it's here in UV~ once again, i am reunited with music~ my first love~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-4061966205699230938?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4061966205699230938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-keyboard-is-here-wakaka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4061966205699230938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4061966205699230938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-keyboard-is-here-wakaka.html' title='my keyboard is here~ wakaka'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SusEJGdEEMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DpdfpgIDAac/s72-c/78c0a43f0e1de5c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-4683126884759960085</id><published>2009-10-03T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:09:53.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to NT 1.10.09</title><content type='html'>Overnight at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRC&lt;/span&gt; (Student Representative Council) room. Had Economics Paper at 9a.m. to 11a.m. So the night before, Terry, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt;, Boon Chen, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kee&lt;/span&gt; Gui, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ruey&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to overnight at school to study. Before this it was always at my apartment. Changed venue already. Don't know if it was because of the air-con or i was already at my 'sleeping' point, i read two lines of the book, sleep half an hour. Terry woke me up, read two lines, sleep again. Woke me up again, read two lines, sleep again... Until, it was 7a.m. already, woke up, then went back to bathe, go back to school...exam &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam, we were thinking of where to go and eat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; was calling me at the back of my head...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ixora&lt;/span&gt; Apartment's food court. I told Sin Yong about going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to send Terry and his friend there later. She said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She'll accompany me. I wanted to eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; since they're giving the Coke Contour Glasses. I want to collect them~ So if anyone knows when they change colour, let me know~ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arigato&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sin Yong and i shared a waffle and the rest had their lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went back to our respective homes. At 1.19p.m., Terry called. It was my queue to go and fetch him and his friend to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt;. Once there, we head to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; to get mine and Sin Yong's lunch. We found out that the glasses had changed colour from pink to blue. Sin Yong was disappointed...she wants green colour. So she didn't order the contour glass lunch set. I was glad they changed colour. Had been waiting for it since i got the pink one (thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kor&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2.25p.m., there were only Sin Yong and i since Terry and his friend had left for their 2.30p.m. bus. We talked for a while, finished our fries, got refills and left. I remembered about my ticket booking and we went to get the ticket from the counter. 9p.m.'s bus. A few more hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached home, i was extremely tired -.-' like my battery ran out or something... but still had enough energy to switch on the laptop and go online &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; signed in to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; and left it there... (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt; ah...didn't reply some of you guys' messages...too tired already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had not even completely packed my things but i plopped into bed and went to dreamland...Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.30p.m., i woke up. O.o 6.30p.m. already! So fast. Completely lost track of time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Quickly got up to pack my things. Took my bath, and got ready. I was planning to take the 8p.m. bus to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt;. But then, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kee&lt;/span&gt; Gui said her Sister was coming to fetch her and she could probably send me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt; as well. Thank you so much yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt;, we waved goodbye and i went to the terminal to wait. My bus was supposed to be at gate 18/19 but it was still early so i sat down at gate 12. Not long after i sat down, a young lady approached me. She seems to be about my age or maybe just a little older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“可以帮我看一下吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asking me to look after her luggage for a while. I said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and she put down her bags on the seat beside me and left. She'd probably went to the toilet or to buy some food. So there i was, waiting while playing with my phone. After some time, i didn't want to play already and i was just staring at the automatic doors in front of me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentral's&lt;/span&gt; automatic doors at the terminals are quite funny. There's a no entry sign on each alternate door. So it's like the first door can enter, the next one cannot. If you want to put a no entry sign on the door, might as well don't put a door there la. What's the point of having a door there when it cannot be opened? For display only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;... Maybe the sign is too small (i doubt that) or we're just that ignorant...Even with the no entry sign, people would still try to enter through the door. They'd stand there, waiting for the door to open. If you walk up to a distance, the automatic door would open, right? You don't have to actually touch the door to open it. So if it doesn't open even if you're just a footstep away, you should probably back up and try another door, right? But some people, they'd walk till they bang the door...and still wait for it to open. I saw someone even try to pry it open -.-' I was sitting right in front of the no entry doors. So hard for me to keep myself from laughing out loud = X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the lady came back to get her luggage and thanked me. I sat there till around 8.50p.m. watching people try to go against a no entry sign. Feeling that it was time, i went to buy McD's Sundae Cone before i went to my gate to wait. Like before, i sat down at another no entry door...watching the same thing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the bus was late. It only left the terminal at 9.22p.m. I was already feeling a little drowsy in the bus. I slept ocassionally but when it reached a stop, i'd wake up. I did sleep soundly on the highway. Until at about 3.50a.m., i reached Taiping. Didn't quite estimated the time well so i called my Dad saying that i'm about to reach. Sorry, Dad. Made you wait quite a while leh. The bus stopped at Bagan Serai before stopping at where i was supposed to get down, Parit Buntar. I officially reached at 4.50a.m. Luckily i managed to wake up when the bus stopped. I looked around for my Dad's car and only found it when the bus left -.-' it was blocking his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather quiet drive home. He occasionally asked about my car and i just answered. Didn't comment on my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, my Mom came out from the room for a while. Didn't comment on my hair... I think she was still a bit blurred... She went back to her room and slept. I went into my room and saw my Sister sleeping. My youngest Sister's probably sleeping with my Mom. Quietly, i put down my bags and went to change clothes. Then, i went to sleep again XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-4683126884759960085?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4683126884759960085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-nt-11009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4683126884759960085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4683126884759960085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-nt-11009.html' title='Back to NT 1.10.09'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5145309108145028718</id><published>2009-09-30T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:47:04.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Makeover II</title><content type='html'>Today, i did something i never thought i'd do...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Business Mathematics Exam, we went to makan. Then my classmate, Yean Ruey wanted to buy hair spray. So we went to U-centre mini mart. But, the hairspray is expensive. Then, we looked up and saw Gatsby hair dye... hehehe.... maybe we were too stressed already la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Want to dye hair ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok lo...on lo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After fussing about what colour to choose, finally got Clear Brown, the last unit of it (must be a popular colour)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387254606809429634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SsNfhaF2doI/AAAAAAAAARI/SmQvY9_poCA/s320/hc_nb5_pic01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shared one bottle... First time DIY dye hair leh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to my place and Yean Ruey, Sin Yong and Angie became my hairstyling crew XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the result, tadaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387244111624927698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SsNV-ge3-dI/AAAAAAAAARA/PQu-JRZ0WR0/s320/DSC01027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387242603930359250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SsNUmv4eldI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZQ8_CIdr-F0/s320/DSC01028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387242598908068066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SsNUmdLEgOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qxQqpqmiSrE/s320/DSC01029_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arigato you guys. Don't know tomorrow Economics Exam, got people notice or not lur...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Gambatehyo~ XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5145309108145028718?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5145309108145028718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-makeover-ii.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5145309108145028718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5145309108145028718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-makeover-ii.html' title='Project Makeover II'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SsNfhaF2doI/AAAAAAAAARI/SmQvY9_poCA/s72-c/hc_nb5_pic01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5437716640563248729</id><published>2009-09-27T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:01:33.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.S.T.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like sometimes, you're just lost? Try as you may, you just can't seem to find the correct road. It's like you're just running in circles. At a junction, you can't decide which turn to take. You hesitate. You want to go there, but the tiny voice in your head says otherwise. Frustration sets in and you get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of pulling the brakes? Just stop. Look around you. Maybe, there's just something that is meant for you to see, to know. And maybe, that something is your way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that it's a coincidence. I believe in coincidence...and also fate. Sometimes, a little patience and belief can go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost can be a good thing. It teaches you to slow down. If you have a map, great (if you know how to look at it). If you don't, stop...and see. At times, we may be looking but we aren't actually seeing. That is how we miss the little coincidences in life. Or maybe, they were meant to be missed, in order to lead you to a fated incident. No matter what, don't blame anyone for whatever that happens, including yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happens, it happens for a reason. There is a reason why you live... Live your reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5437716640563248729?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5437716640563248729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5437716640563248729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5437716640563248729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='L.O.S.T.'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-9065017868175079687</id><published>2009-09-25T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:34:48.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16.09.09 Part 2: 3 Cooks, 2 Packets of Spaghetti &amp; 1 Kitchen...</title><content type='html'>After coming back from Jusco, we went to Terry's apartment. All five of us were very tired... So, what else to do? Sleep lo XD who knew... slept till Shi Ching and Gordon went back (paiseh Terry...your bed too nice to sleep le...or rather, we all very tired). Left Boon Chen, Terry and me only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4.30p.m., finally got up to actually start cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: cut up some garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Srxnix_5UhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YoICNK-oLBk/s1600-h/SDC11496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385293101662818834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Srxnix_5UhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YoICNK-oLBk/s320/SDC11496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; careful don't cut dao your fingers ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxniMejpqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vOdW1q-GeJE/s1600-h/SDC11498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385293091590874786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxniMejpqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vOdW1q-GeJE/s320/SDC11498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 2: cut some burger patty (used it to substitute chicken meat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnSEDoYmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zPbixGfCLuw/s1600-h/SDC11497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385292814452548194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnSEDoYmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zPbixGfCLuw/s320/SDC11497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: cook the spaghetti till al dente. (i cook de...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnRltgxkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i_y1arZ1-tk/s1600-h/SDC11499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385292806306711106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnRltgxkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i_y1arZ1-tk/s320/SDC11499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two... don't know what they want to do... kids...don't try this at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnRGUamAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3UPcJoxZ0hU/s1600-h/SDC11500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385292797879949314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnRGUamAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3UPcJoxZ0hU/s320/SDC11500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: fry the garlic and add the cut up burger patties in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnQloS_pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rsdneDPC-yY/s1600-h/SDC11502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385292789104967314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnQloS_pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rsdneDPC-yY/s320/SDC11502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: just throw every other thing left into the wok. Stir and then serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnQAatQZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tIjHeKWo67A/s1600-h/SDC11504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385292779115856274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxnQAatQZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tIjHeKWo67A/s320/SDC11504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;western yee sang~ hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmTYVDffI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nrFkPo_pcvA/s1600-h/SDC11508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385291737562578418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmTYVDffI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nrFkPo_pcvA/s320/SDC11508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is using Portobello Mushroom sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmS2OVs1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Q28c1zWRyvo/s1600-h/SDC11505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385291728407606098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmS2OVs1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Q28c1zWRyvo/s320/SDC11505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is using Traditional tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmScFCfTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0qNHHiohMQc/s1600-h/SDC11507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385291721389276466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmScFCfTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0qNHHiohMQc/s320/SDC11507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this spaghetti lasted for 3 meals! 4 people eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmR8VtL_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Wli1pWr6z3A/s1600-h/SDC11506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385291712869249010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmR8VtL_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Wli1pWr6z3A/s320/SDC11506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side dish...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmRdu7POI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W6Oz_5m-cAU/s1600-h/SDC11510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385291704653528290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrxmRdu7POI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W6Oz_5m-cAU/s320/SDC11510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-9065017868175079687?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9065017868175079687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/160909-part-2-3-cooks-2-packets-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/9065017868175079687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/9065017868175079687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/160909-part-2-3-cooks-2-packets-of.html' title='16.09.09 Part 2: 3 Cooks, 2 Packets of Spaghetti &amp; 1 Kitchen...'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Srxnix_5UhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YoICNK-oLBk/s72-c/SDC11496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-3467044915390295527</id><published>2009-09-18T04:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:55:52.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16.09.09 Part 1: A trip to Jusco on one fine day...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;7.30a.m. Alarm rang. Switched it off. Saw 3 more pigs also still asleep. Fell back asleep. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00a.m. Someone already woke up. I think it was Shi Ching. Terry, Boon Chen, Kee Gui and I still asleep. But after a while, we all woke up...cause 9a.m. got English class (last class with Ms. Elaine). Got ready, then sent Shi Ching and Boon Chen back to Ixora (these two and Terry overnight at my place. Started out as a deal to do homework...but...end up sleeping...hehe. 5 people share one single mattress. Geng leh~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9a.m. Ms. Elaine's class. Discussed about the Final Exam Format. At the end of the class, she asked each and everyone of us to write her a memo. She said, "You can write anything you want. But please, class...don't write, 'please give me extra marks la, Teacher.' " Haha...some other class did that. So she reminded us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10a.m. Class dismissed. Terry, Boon Chen, Shi Ching, Gordon and I went to my car and we drove to Jusco. Today, we planned to cook spaghetti at Terry's place. So had to go and buy the ingredients first: spaghetti and...sauce... gau dim XD&lt;br /&gt;But then, i said i wanted to look for shoes. We browsed at the ground floor for a while before proceeding to the first floor...&lt;br /&gt;And there was where the fun began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toys department is at the first floor. Being the childish gang we were, we browsed through that department also. Played with hoola hoops, children CD games (until a child came staring at us. Then we let him play la... if not, want to fight with him meh?) and toy race cars, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that kept us there for roughly half an hour was the magnetic drawing board...where 'artists' show their creative skills and talents...like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like Kakashi ma? Ah Ma version la...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpJLNaqHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fIJci1z_5nE/s1600-h/16092009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382550479754143858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpJLNaqHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fIJci1z_5nE/s320/16092009(007).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one looks rather like Shino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpI65NzjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MdAy8Q_RhCo/s1600-h/16092009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382550475374448178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpI65NzjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MdAy8Q_RhCo/s320/16092009(006).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one leh...umm...don't know wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpIUxqX2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/UagcRlHBBM8/s1600-h/16092009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382550465142218594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpIUxqX2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/UagcRlHBBM8/s320/16092009(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overgrown baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpILBjNLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/09PPnvS7qCM/s1600-h/16092009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382550462524503218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpILBjNLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/09PPnvS7qCM/s320/16092009(003).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying overgrown baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpHkVpyJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qEfLiYgOp5M/s1600-h/16092009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382550452139837586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpHkVpyJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qEfLiYgOp5M/s320/16092009(002).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see...same bo? looks like the exact drawing on the advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549245078350834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKoBTrxK_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Nupo4b7vSdw/s320/16092009(011).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The artists...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKoA2MBN9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_ADYOidCrd0/s1600-h/16092009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549237160556498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKoA2MBN9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_ADYOidCrd0/s320/16092009(009).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549223744866770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKoAENeCdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VUAjZVFwOFU/s320/16092009(008).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't until almost 12p.m. that we finally decided to leave... luckily the sales persons didn't really mind us playing there...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 2 will be the cooking spaghetti part... wait i get the pics first XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-3467044915390295527?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3467044915390295527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/160909-part-1-trip-to-jusco-on-one-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3467044915390295527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3467044915390295527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/160909-part-1-trip-to-jusco-on-one-fine.html' title='16.09.09 Part 1: A trip to Jusco on one fine day...'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SrKpJLNaqHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fIJci1z_5nE/s72-c/16092009(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1746954085682552830</id><published>2009-09-16T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:24:57.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Place</title><content type='html'>I want to go to a place where reality would leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a place where stress would leave me in peace&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a place where the world stops spinning&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a place where people would stop talking&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to my own place,&lt;br /&gt;Where I choose to be who I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;I choose to do what I want to do,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m being selfish, because I choose to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what to do or when to do it,&lt;br /&gt;I like to do things at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t follow me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like liabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t help me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to help you.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know me better, quit bugging me&lt;br /&gt;Let me do what I want to do and when I want to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1746954085682552830?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379585917923107026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sqgg49yAINI/AAAAAAAAANI/2qlCDozpncA/s320/SDC11149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5416561682772975261-3776215468113502906?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3776215468113502906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-over-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3776215468113502906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Last Sunday, Terry, Ho Ho, Boon Chen, Shi Ching and i went gai gai to Malacca's Jetty. At first, it was supposed to be just for dinner. But leh, we thought since so near to Eye On Malaysia, hehehe...ma go there to have a look lur. Before that, we went to the umm...i think can say it's pantai la...but lots of rocks instead of sand. One thing we missed was the sunset. Aiz... but never mind la... got sun, no sun, the beach is still the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was almost totally dark, we decided to leave and go to see the Eye On Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYZw9tVpmI/AAAAAAAAANA/viBEL2r3O-E/s1600-h/05092009383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379015133929776738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYZw9tVpmI/AAAAAAAAANA/viBEL2r3O-E/s320/05092009383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice leh~ (from left: Terry, Ho Ho, Boon Chen, Me, Shi Ching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't actually decided to go for the ride but after Terry checked out the price,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student ID + IC = RM8 (N.P. RM16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, since we were there already wat, so...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379015112500268050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYZvt4JTBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/92UQJqeJ6hI/s320/05092009367.jpg" /&gt;hehe... go and spin 5 rounds also syok wat XD&lt;br /&gt;The view, ok lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the Jetty where you have to take a buggy to the other end (or you can walk if you like but quite a distance neh) and there, you can sing k, play pool or snooker or clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just go and sing k lo...  sing (or shout) until voice also tadak...haha&lt;br /&gt;If that time, didn't have underaged people, we would've gone clubbing XD haha...just kidding la...that plan, postpone first. I think we finally se de go back at 1a.m. cause...next day 9a.m. got class... i came late anyway la -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah...here are a few more pics we took on that weekend~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379015125425034498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYZweBplQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kpJqIlAhJNE/s320/05092009379.jpg" /&gt;Aiyo...kelian Shi Ching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU7MX1OeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DKZLsgyek7k/s1600-h/DSC00745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379009812106656226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU7MX1OeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DKZLsgyek7k/s320/DSC00745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU6p2TH6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wZ_TQf1QQI0/s1600-h/DSC00743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379009802839203746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU6p2TH6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wZ_TQf1QQI0/s320/DSC00743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU6A2MDZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1QkUXeL-vGg/s1600-h/DSC00731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379009791832886674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU6A2MDZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1QkUXeL-vGg/s320/DSC00731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU5lh9GAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aA5E1SWOy3s/s1600-h/DSC00726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379009784500262914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU5lh9GAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aA5E1SWOy3s/s320/DSC00726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU5GaLwPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XUgWRilCuRQ/s1600-h/06092009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379009776146170098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYU5GaLwPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XUgWRilCuRQ/s320/06092009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-6927632774372566788?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6927632774372566788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-sunday-terry-ho-ho-boon-chen-shi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/6927632774372566788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/6927632774372566788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-sunday-terry-ho-ho-boon-chen-shi.html' title=''/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqYZw9tVpmI/AAAAAAAAANA/viBEL2r3O-E/s72-c/05092009383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-78224389733282510</id><published>2009-09-05T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:28:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jia Yan</title><content type='html'>on September 2nd, my classmates and i went to Town to celebrate Jia Yan's birthday. It wasn't on the exact date though. We went to eat steamboat. RM13 per person. Next time, anyone coming to Malacca, treat me, i bring you guys go XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, they brought out a Secret Recipe Tiramisu. So nice, man~ then some of my classmates used the cream to give her a 'facial treatment'. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Mahkota Parade and some went to watch movies and some went to window shop. After that, balik lur XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqInYW_VvjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Y5aqF9Vzgm0/s1600-h/SDC11003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377904204475383346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqInYW_VvjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Y5aqF9Vzgm0/s320/SDC11003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqInX8uW7QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EgjmOXsYa-U/s1600-h/SDC11016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377904197424835842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqInX8uW7QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EgjmOXsYa-U/s320/SDC11016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-78224389733282510?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/78224389733282510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-jia-yan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/78224389733282510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/78224389733282510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-jia-yan.html' title='Happy Birthday Jia Yan'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SqInYW_VvjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Y5aqF9Vzgm0/s72-c/SDC11003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-3792451718615933929</id><published>2009-08-18T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:07:26.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 legged visitor...or trespasser?</title><content type='html'>Looky here...another friend my friends and i saw on our way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SoqNmgkviwI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z0nGAm8D-FY/s1600-h/17082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371261198311328514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SoqNmgkviwI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z0nGAm8D-FY/s320/17082009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; monitor lizard, i think. i wonder is it late for class. It was walking so slowly. Hmm...if i were to bring it back to my apartment,... hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-3792451718615933929?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3792451718615933929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-legged-visitoror-trespasser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3792451718615933929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3792451718615933929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-legged-visitoror-trespasser.html' title='4 legged visitor...or trespasser?'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SoqNmgkviwI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z0nGAm8D-FY/s72-c/17082009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1662404367434518105</id><published>2009-08-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:20:11.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day of holidays</title><content type='html'>No  3rd and 4th days? Well, nothing much happened so we can skip those days. 5th day. Woke up at 9.39a.m. Air-con was switched off. It needed servicing. So, half awake and half asleep, I walked to my parents’ room. Switched on their air-con, and fell asleep XD It wasn’t until 12.30p.m. when my Dad came in and the noise woke me up again. He was going to school already. Suddenly, I remembered something. Quickly, I grabbed the music scores and books that I wanted him to photocopy. Handed them to him just in time. He told me there’s Jawa Mee on the table. After he left, I was home alone. I left the room door open. Gosh…why is that bed so inviting? I plopped into it, and dozed off again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I reminded myself that there was work I got to do. Reluctantly, I got up for good. Once again, breakfast became my lunch. After eating, taking bath and lazying around for a while, I finally sat down to do my homework. At around 1.30p.m., my youngest sister came back, followed by my second youngest sister at about 2p.m. I think. Then, my Mom came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want to eat Jawa Mee or not?” she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hah… don’t want la. You want to go where and buy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No la… I da bao at school already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“-.-‘ Daddy just now morning, buy already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I ate Jawa Mee for umm…tea time, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to Yawata to buy spaghetti. So long I didn’t eat le. After that, I went to the temple I used to go until I left Nibong Tebal for studies. It always gives me a calm feeling to be there.&lt;br /&gt;At around 5.30p.m., I went home. Cooked spaghetti, bathed, ate and waited for Wei Quan and Sok Kim. We went to Aeon City, Seberang Perai then to Auto City. Went to the flea market then McD. Eat till 12.20a.m. plus then went back. Pai seh ah Wei Quan, you tomorrow some more got school eh. But thanks, to Sok Kim also… for accompanying me. Good night^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1662404367434518105?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1662404367434518105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/5th-day-of-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1662404367434518105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1662404367434518105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/5th-day-of-holidays.html' title='5th day of holidays'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-4982591187671048641</id><published>2009-08-04T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:01:38.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of holidays</title><content type='html'>2nd day of holidays. Woke up at 10a.m. plus. Thanks, kor kor for waking me up. Quickly got ready and asked my Dad to send me to school. I brought the trophy along to return it. “Later when you want to go to school only fetch me back,” I told my Dad and went out of the car. At the guard house, I told the pak guard that I was going to see Teacher to return the trophy. He didn’t give me any letter to let teacher sign. Weird. Usually, he’d give a form to fill out. Anyhow, I didn’t stick around any longer to wait for the form. Saved me some trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the teacher’s lounge windows and I guess it’s either Pn. Ooi or Ms. Tan who saw me cause when I went in, they greeted me. Didn’t get the chance to surprise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你现在holiday meh?还是H1N1(touch wood)?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“没有啦。Mid-term holiday,” I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that I was there to return the trophy. But then, Pn. Ooi said it’s ok. I can keep it till next year. So I told them, “Ok lo…I bring it to Malacca. Haha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哇！于涵， 你现在变成比较bakbak（肉肉）了hor。 马六甲很多好吃的是吗？” Ms. Tan remarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“是lo…-.-‘ (I took that as a compliment)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chit chatting when Pn. Suzita came in. “Eh, Yu Han… Kenapa ada kat sini? H1N1(touch&lt;br /&gt;wood) kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-‘ same assumption. Well, I don’t blame them. Our place there, quite many IPTs closed.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, Pn. Porth Theresa came in. She also greeted me and we shook hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Yee Wan, Zi Cong and Krystal came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yu Han… I dreamt that you came and find me leh…wearing a white dress,” Yee Wan said when she saw me. “Dream of you then you’re here already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o I was like, “Huh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely went to school during their recess time so that I can meet them. They came in to take the keys to go and open the Koperasi shop. Then I said I wanted to go also. Previously, it was my friends’ and mine’s job to open the co-op. Pn. Ooi said, “En. Ok. 去啦。去看看一下。” Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they moved the Koperasi to the Bilik Agama. Much bigger. Not like last time, so cramped. 3 to 4 persons go in, can’t really move around already. Business was like usual. Some were busy selling things and some were…err…fooling around. I was one of the latter XD Yee Wan was holding the trophy and she paraded all the way to the Koperasi with it, and posed with Zi Cong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL5hwfHTI/AAAAAAAAALo/YvNepcNOAwQ/s1600-h/03082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365981670209953074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL5hwfHTI/AAAAAAAAALo/YvNepcNOAwQ/s320/03082009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Pn. Ooi came in to do some things. She took out some highlighters and I realized they were the ones left over from last year’s Canteen Day. I guess she wanted to clear the stock so she told them to put those on sale. Yee Wan and I took the whole container and started taking one of every colour and tested them. Erm, more like playing with them. 50 sen each. Not bad leh…Hehe…but actually, I just wanted the container cause it’s shaped like a penguin XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess time, there were no customers already. So we all sat down and chit chat. They were all telling me about what happened in school lately, their trial exam (it’s next week) and many more funny incidents. We talked about movies, Zi Cong was giving fashion tips (He paling pandai these things one la)…talked until finally, my Dad sms-ed me saying that he was already in front of the school. I said goodbye and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Yee Wan sms-ed me at 3.30p.m. asking if I was free or not. At that time, I was playing the piano so I didn’t know about the message. It was until around 4.30p.m. only I saw it. I quickly replied and in the end, we’re going to KFC. Managed to invite Wei Quan as well (coincidentally, he was online. If didn’t invite, later kena ‘hnh’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only about an hour or so cause Yee Wan had tuition at 5.30p.m. At KFC, I ordered the Cheezy Chickerony cause I haven’t tried it before. Yee Wan ordered the Zinger Fillet Rice, I think, and Wei Quan ordered Zinger Burger. Yee Wan’s order came first so she ate before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to the KFC at our place. Not as good as before. Yee Wan took her first bite of the Zinger Fillet and said it was too salty. Then when my Cheezy Chickerony and Wei Quan’s Zinger came, they didn’t even give me the utensils to eat with. What la…they expect me to use my hands, is it? As for Wei Quan’s burger, guess what. The bun looked like it had been bitten off a bit! See…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL5M58EgI/AAAAAAAAALg/j4ZZzyIiDTw/s1600-h/03082009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365981664612454914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL5M58EgI/AAAAAAAAALg/j4ZZzyIiDTw/s320/03082009(002).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL44kt8uI/AAAAAAAAALY/XEm5VkmZuYg/s1600-h/03082009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365981659154739938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL44kt8uI/AAAAAAAAALY/XEm5VkmZuYg/s320/03082009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was just that they didn’t separate the buns properly. Anyhow, he took it back to the counter and changed it. I 孙便 ask him to get a spoon. We ate and talk talk talk, with occasional complaints from Yee Wan about the salty fillet, until it was almost time for Yee Wan’s tuition. Then, we went back and I followed Yee Wan to her Modern Maths tuition to see Mr. Tan. So long didn’t meet him already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into the room, I greeted Sir. “Hello, Sir~ long time no see… I’m here to be your personal assistant today XD” (well, actually, I was there to ka ka cau cau only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat between Yee Wan and Zi Cong. Yee Wan told Sir, “Sir, 你看。新学生 leh.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“什么新学生？她可以做老师教你们lo… 她都会了。” Haha…Mr. Tan answered her. I became their personal tutor but they didn’t need much help. After that hour and a half, we went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Wan then came to find me(she lives 1 house away from me) and we went to the playground behind our taman. We saw the sunset and thought of going to the flat near the playground to take a picture cause it was really nice. But finally, too late. Sunset didn’t wait for us. We played at the playground till almost dark and went home (although it clearly says that it’s for children aged 5-12 only. But never mind wat. We’re like 5 + 12. Wakaka).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I thought of bringing Yee Wan and maybe a few other friends to Jushui Corner (a chinese café) but I had to cancel cause my Mom suggested to bring us to Shangri-La. It wasn’t too packed that day. We sat down at the table near the mini pond. My Sis was rubbing her nose when my Mom told her, “Ei, don’t do that. Later like Michael Jackson’s(bless his soul) nose. Can come out. I tried not to laugh out loud but couldn’t hold it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiters and waitresses there were all wearing masks. Sanitary procedures. My Mom said, “Wa…you see…all become 门面超人.” Hahahahaha… I couldn’t stand it. Luckily I didn’t laugh while ordering. After having our dinner, we went back and Mom told Dad to take a detour to the new house. Believe it or not, I was the only one in the family who hasn’t seen the new house until now. And when I saw it, wow~ I love it~ but don’t know I’ll get to stay there or not, since I’m studying and all. Haiz… my Mom was already thinking of how to design the rooms. She said she’d do English style for my youngest Sis’s room. We saw a sample design in SP that day. Oh my gosh…so nice~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding design’s tastes, my Mom’s taste is fairly unquestionable. She knows what suits the eye. Maybe next time, for my dream home, I might consult her. Haha. But it’s kind of unlikely XD I wonder what design should I have for my room but I haven’t seen the interior of the house yet. Dad didn’t bring the keys last night so we couldn’t go down and see. Can’t wait to see the finished and fully furnished house. But I think it’d be quite some time before we’d move in.&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/5416561682772975261-4982591187671048641?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4982591187671048641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-day-of-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4982591187671048641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4982591187671048641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-day-of-holidays.html' title='2nd day of holidays'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnfL5hwfHTI/AAAAAAAAALo/YvNepcNOAwQ/s72-c/03082009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-4116307157833272656</id><published>2009-08-03T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:30:30.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of holidays</title><content type='html'>1st day of my holiday. Woke up at 2.30p.m. Didn’t set the alarm. Ei, aren’t we supposed to go to SP? Cham lur…late le. Went to the kitchen. Then saw my favourite Jawa mee~ Aiya…just remembered that I told my Mom I wanted that for breakfast…but oh well. Lunch also can la. After that, I faster bathed then we were on our way to Sungai Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I went to Malacca, the first thing I thought, when I come back, I have to go to the pasar malam in my taman. But…I didn’t make it this week either &gt;&lt; I went back to my Grandparent’s place in Sungai Petani on Sunday and came back at night…when the pasar malam was already over T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I got a very very fair deal out of this trip back. Hehe… Every time I came back, my Mom would bring us go here and there shopping, eat, etc (that’s one of the reasons I like most when I come back once in a while). This time around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back = new clothes + food +…car(yay~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I say it’s a very fair deal, even though I missed the pasar malam. My Grandfather had talked about this car thingy with me before. He sells used cars. I previously mentioned about giving me a car since the transportation for me to go to campus is quite limited. At first, he said he couldn’t cause the cars he has are all for sale. But in the end, he phoned me to tell me that he was ok with it and it was up to my parents. So when I came back, they gave me a thumbs up. Well, they ‘hinted’ me, actually. My Mom said, “Ah Gong say want to give you a car. Did he tell you that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“En. Got ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started talking to my Dad about the condition of the car la... dot dot dot…then I knew they approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind what car they’re giving me. As long as it has four wheels and can move, I’m ok. I found out that it was going to be either an Iswara or Saga. They say Saga better la. What was in my head was, “ok ok…anything.” I thought it would be a Kancil but Ah Gong say, “Don’t want la…too small.” I was like, “huh…not easier meh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went back to SP, I saw one red Iswara and one red Saga parked outside and one white Saga parked inside. I was thinking, “Ei, which one leh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went into the house and I straight away plopped down onto the mattress and watched TV. It seems like a very long time since the last time I was there. My 1-year-old + cousin, Yi Liang learnt to walk already! His tiny little feet… sooo cute. When he’s walking, if he accelerates, he doesn’t know how to slow down XD but the way he walks…it’s just…sooo cute. I guess babies’ walks are just cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching TV for a while, we went out for dinner. While waiting for the food, Ah Gong started talking to my Dad about the cars. I also listen a bit a bit lo…car stuff…my Dad knows better. Then my Grandfather asked me, “Which colour you want? Red or white one?” My immediate reaction was to go with the red one, since I like red so much wat. But then, Ah Gong said, “Don’t want white one meh? That one newer ma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. Like that ah. Ok lur.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’ve moved to a new place, it will be more convenient to go to campus. The thing is, I won’t get the car immediately when I get back to Malacca after the holidays. But I’ll wait. I thought of asking them to fetch me to Malacca then I can bring many many things along. Hehe… But I don’t think anyone’s free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Sunday, I’ll be going to KLIA by plane and then take the bus back to Malacca. My Grandmother seems kind of worried, probably because it’s quite complicated to get me from KL back to Malacca plus I’m alone. Anyhow, I reassured her I know the way…hopefully XD If get lost, dial 999 and you’ll have your personal escort back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-4116307157833272656?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4116307157833272656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-holidays.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4116307157833272656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4116307157833272656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-holidays.html' title='1st day of holidays'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1188116541387370470</id><published>2009-08-02T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:34:05.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 SMK Methodist Nibong Tebal Prize Giving Day</title><content type='html'>On 25 July, my former Secondary School had their Prize Giving Day. I was invited to go and receive the prize for 2008 SPM results and so did my other former classmates and friends. I so wanted to be there but…I was having my Business Mathematics Midterm. In the end, my Dad represented me to receive the prize. It was Dr. Lim Boon Han who presented the prizes. Haha…those who know my full name would find it interesting.In total, I got 3 trophies and a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnW2bdOTq5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0YN3K2RBi5g/s1600-h/01082009(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365395113899174802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnW2bdOTq5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0YN3K2RBi5g/s320/01082009(014).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to return one of it to school because it’s the piala pusingan. Every year, another person would receive the award. It’s sponsored by Dr. Lim Boon Sho. He’s the brother of Dr. Lim Boon Han. Their family, many many doctors one la… no wonder we see a lot of Klinik Lims here and there XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my Sis, "They didn't give file, or some kind of prize meh? Just trophies?" Cause usually, my school like to give those plastic files as a prize. But this year don't have wor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Sis said, "Don't know ah...since we changed Pengetua, didn't give already lur." Aiya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit 舍不得 give back leh... i've just seen it like for 1 day and then have to give it back. I wonder how long has it been in school. Dare not kiss it also &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365395116708109826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnW2bnsAngI/AAAAAAAAALA/qAo1EGzdPQ0/s320/02082009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other two are actually plaques, to be exact. This one is from the school, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365395121509506994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnW2b5kwH7I/AAAAAAAAALI/ag5WiAJbB3k/s320/02082009(003).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from Dato' Dr. Lim Boon Sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365395125028723826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnW2cGrzHHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sqa7Ri155sw/s320/02082009(004).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two, i can keep. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1188116541387370470?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1188116541387370470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-25-july-my-secondary-school-had.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1188116541387370470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1188116541387370470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-25-july-my-secondary-school-had.html' title='2009 SMK Methodist Nibong Tebal Prize Giving Day'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnW2bdOTq5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0YN3K2RBi5g/s72-c/01082009(014).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-3756961979900677591</id><published>2009-08-02T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:39:12.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (belated) Birthday, Yi Ting</title><content type='html'>After our Economics Midterm, all 6 of us housemates went with our plan. Sin Yong and Han Ni went to buy the cake whereas Angie, Michelle, Kee Gui and I went to Mori Café. Yi Ting was supposed to meet us there at 7p.m. So we had to get things ready by then. It’s a good thing someone could send Sin Yong and Han Ni to the bakery by car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the four of us reached Mori Café, we told the waitress about our plan and she said they could keep the cake for us. Then, we ordered dinner. We ordered either Mushroom Chicken Rice or Mushroom Fish Rice. I had the chicken. I would recommend that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Yi Ting had finished her dinner, Kee Gui excused herself to go to the washroom. But she actually went to get the cake. The staff had already lit the candles. However, Yi Ting was on the phone when we were about to surprise her -.-‘ So, we had to wait till she hung up. Then, we took out our phones and put the camera into video mode, and Kee Gui came out with the cake and we all sang ‘Happy Birthday’ for Yi Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told Yi Ting that we were going to celebrate the last day of exam. But actually, it was to celebrate her birthday as well. Belated birthday, I mean. Her birthday was on 29.07 but we celebrated on 31.07. We had exams, so it wasn’t likely for us to celebrate it during that time. After the song, blowing out the candles, cutting the cake, we all took pictures~ hehe. Happy Birthday, Yi Ting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we went back to the resort, we took some more pictures cause it was our last night there. The next day, which was yesterday, we moved to a new place called Pangsapuri Bukit Beruang Bestari or also known as University View (UV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are our silly/funny photos~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move to the left, move to the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSWptQAFII/AAAAAAAAAKw/WWtOx2geYuo/s1600-h/31072009(019_5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365078699370615938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSWptQAFII/AAAAAAAAAKw/WWtOx2geYuo/s320/31072009(019_5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeng de picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUd7Kfp5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/g2ybueHkA1k/s1600-h/31072009(019_4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365076297923930002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUd7Kfp5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/g2ybueHkA1k/s320/31072009(019_4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute de picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUdlke1II/AAAAAAAAAKg/Hawmd0kXyNQ/s1600-h/31072009(018_2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365076292127347842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUdlke1II/AAAAAAAAAKg/Hawmd0kXyNQ/s320/31072009(018_2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;formal de picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUdVi8heI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZP8ch1JJQN8/s1600-h/31072009(018_1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365076287825937890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUdVi8heI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZP8ch1JJQN8/s320/31072009(018_1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...shocked de picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUc5jZMVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-jUulHO6zv0/s1600-h/31072009(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365076280311624018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUc5jZMVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-jUulHO6zv0/s320/31072009(016).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUco3hm3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/CelNBaa4sxw/s1600-h/31072009(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365076275832658802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSUco3hm3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/CelNBaa4sxw/s320/31072009(014).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Ni and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwxrfmQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3qGhsYKrY0o/s1600-h/31072009(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073323260614914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwxrfmQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3qGhsYKrY0o/s320/31072009(013).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Yong and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwhmEyTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wDl2M4zk2tg/s1600-h/31072009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073318942918962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwhmEyTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wDl2M4zk2tg/s320/31072009(011).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee Gui and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwWLiJvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1OCyrzzJO9A/s1600-h/31072009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073315878807282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwWLiJvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1OCyrzzJO9A/s320/31072009(009).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwOWW12I/AAAAAAAAAJo/xrjWI7HU174/s1600-h/31072009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073313776719714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRwOWW12I/AAAAAAAAAJo/xrjWI7HU174/s320/31072009(007).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Yi Ting(red, pink striped shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRv7MxBgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BTtr7pk91Ks/s1600-h/31072009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073308636218882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSRv7MxBgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BTtr7pk91Ks/s320/31072009(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-3756961979900677591?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3756961979900677591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-our-economics-midterm-all-6-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3756961979900677591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3756961979900677591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-our-economics-midterm-all-6-of-us.html' title='Happy (belated) Birthday, Yi Ting'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SnSWptQAFII/AAAAAAAAAKw/WWtOx2geYuo/s72-c/31072009(019_5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-4701966773219761995</id><published>2009-07-27T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:03:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLS Orientation Night 26.07.09</title><content type='html'>The Chinese Language Society of our campus organized an orientation night yesterday. Tickets were priced at RM3 for non-members and RM2 for members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was scheduled to start at 7.38p.m. You know why? Translated into Chinese, it’s pronounced as “qu sam pat” XD No la…just kidding. Actually, it’s like this. The theme is 38˚C. Our normal body temperature is 37˚C. So, the program is meant to make you high and raise your temperature to 38˚C. I think it really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when we arrived, we were sorted into groups. I was in the black circle group. We sat in a circle and played the game where we had to introduce ourselves and remember the names of the people before you. Luckily I only had to remember a few. And I found someone with my Mom’s name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we played 我爱我的邻居 where if they ask you, “你喜欢你的邻居吗?” and you say, “不喜欢”. Then they will ask you, “你喜欢谁的邻居?” and you can pick anyone you like. Then their neighbors will have to exchange places with your neighbors. The person who asked you also have to fight for a place to sit and the last person standing will get punished. It’s something like musical chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, every two groups were combined and we played ‘bomb’. You know the game where we chant like, “黑色bomb,黑色bomb,黑色bomb给白色bomb.” Kind of confusing a bit cause some of the colours sound quite alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was the game where a few of the committees would hold up a card bearing the words like 高, 矮, 费, 瘦, 大, 小. You choose which card group you want to go to. The MC will face the wall so that he doesn’t know where there were more people. He will then say a sentence and if the word he said belongs to the group you are in, the whole group is punished. For example, he could say, “One day, I was walking in Jusco and I saw an African-American who is very…tall.” So all the people in the ‘tall’ group will be punished. I think for the games, the interesting part were the punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games, there was a drama presentation by CLS members. That story was about love and friendship; those where there were two best friends, then one day, one friend has a boyfriend but after some time, the boyfriend loves the best friend pula. Then fight, then apologize, then two were best friends again, that kind of story. It’s a musical so in the end, there was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finished dancing, it was our turn XD First, we were taught the choreography for恋爱-ing. That dance was exhausting. Probably because people were screaming, “Encore! Encore!” but oh well. They did that for all the songs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we were all asked to form a big circle with boys in the inside ring and girls on the outside. We were asked to face our partners. They said to get to know each other first but we were going to change partners anyway, so what’s the point? Duh… We danced to the song简单爱. For the intro, we would keep changing partners. A tip from my friend was, if you want to meet up with your desired partner, stand about 10 people apart. I’m not sure though. But don’t ask me. I didn’t try it XD Since they had an encore, then I guess you’d have to be 20 people apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that song, they asked us to stick with our partners. We were going to dance to恋爱达人. We could stand anywhere we like. My partner, he was shorter than me. Ahahaha… ok, I cheated. I wore heels. Hehe. We learn the steps for all the dances through example. They’d demonstrate once or twice and then we have to dance already. Quite easy but anyhow, if you don’t get it, just look at the people around you and you’d be able to pick up the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the encore, they repeated 恋爱-ing for the last time and the end^^ We took a lot of pictures after that. These people love the camera. Whenever they see people posing, they’d just join in. at first, it was just 4 of us roommates and classmates taking the picture. But then, the whole swarm came in and it became a group photo. All in all, it was fun. Great job, you guys = )&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969565658895874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm0YZ95UVgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Fw_L6aWPQRg/s320/SDC10684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969573120933202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm0YaZsZ_VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5CwpNB4U9kc/s320/SDC10688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969557580940530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm0YZfzYhPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/77BqSphRHFY/s320/SDC10693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-4701966773219761995?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4701966773219761995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/cls-orientation-night-260709.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4701966773219761995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/4701966773219761995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/cls-orientation-night-260709.html' title='CLS Orientation Night 26.07.09'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm0YZ95UVgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Fw_L6aWPQRg/s72-c/SDC10684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-7591378212919845943</id><published>2009-07-24T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:07:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presentation down, mid term to go</title><content type='html'>presentation finish le^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite some time since i did any public speaking so a little bit of nervousness was still there.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, satisfied with our group, consisting of me, Kee Gui, Siew Chyn and Ming Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were presenting about The Advantages and Disadvantages of Social Networking Sites. I introduced, Kee Gui - advantages, Ming Li - advantages, Siew Chyn - disadvantages and me again - disadvatages and conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our presentation, there was Q&amp;amp;A session. Noone asked anything but then, our lecturer, Ms. Elaine Ang said, "I have a question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pin-drop silence...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361943724418719826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SmlzaJec4FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bf3uhTdCKZ4/s320/monkey_nervous.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you all registered for perfectmatch.com?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-' sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" we all answered XD &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was able to get the pictures today. So, enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                Nah~ our English Lecturer. Ms. Elaine Ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363021546567870290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1Hrp3xp1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JzCLKA7SLNU/s320/SDC10650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was the group before ours' presentation about robotics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363021554684338914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1HsIG5IuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QWX7KYeUVFc/s320/SDC10655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363021557659518418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1HsTMOxdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YpNETNFWMsI/s320/SDC10658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363021564346615394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1HssGjxmI/AAAAAAAAAII/Yv6LrIt6JFU/s320/SDC10659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is our group. From left to right, Ming Li, Kee Gui, Siew Chyn and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363022821974514690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1I15IanAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/doKnecHO5aE/s320/SDC10663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363022829323373634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1I2UghTEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5nH3W_J7HAY/s320/SDC10665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363022836137713842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1I2t5L4LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oSpdD6Tjno0/s320/SDC10668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363023694182279554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1JoqW86YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XMw1iR1_EGo/s320/SDC10661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyo...how come that Terry didn't take Siew Chyn's photo de...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're in PM20 and the following are presentations from PM19. We combine groups with them for lectures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363023709684130418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1JpkG4YnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tz8JUwLnk8g/s320/SDC10617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363024348945603554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1KOxisW-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/dallHGKm_po/s320/SDC10626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363024346854397618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1KOpwHFrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Yj6bhAXk4BQ/s320/SDC10625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363023713309255506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1JpxnLZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/otWizUWKFxI/s320/SDC10618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363023699990194034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1Jo__qp3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BFa-WEhbvE0/s320/SDC10614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363023707615206130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sm1JpcZnGvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q5UcouE2LoU/s320/SDC10616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-7591378212919845943?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7591378212919845943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/presentation-down-mid-term-to-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7591378212919845943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7591378212919845943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/presentation-down-mid-term-to-go.html' title='presentation down, mid term to go'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SmlzaJec4FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bf3uhTdCKZ4/s72-c/monkey_nervous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5007104910454652145</id><published>2009-07-20T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:10:11.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour + Boredom = ???</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I thought of home. Guess what made me think of home? The tilam lorry. You know the tilam lorry that goes to the housing gardens selling mattresses? They advertise using the speakerphone, airing the same recording over and over again saying, “Tilam! Tilam! Tilam lama tukar baru!” It’s the exact same recording like the one I used to hear when I was at home in Nibong Tebal. Wow! I didn’t know tilam sellers have a standard tilam advertisement. Wouldn’t it be funny if someone were to use that recording as their ringtone? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all this time, I didn’t think of home…but that lorry brought my memories back. Anyway, I’m coming home in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what drove me almost insane. Two things;&lt;br /&gt;1. No electricity ( for like 6 to 7 hours! duh. )&lt;br /&gt;2. So bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like having Earth Hour…only, it’s multiplied by 6 or 7 times. This place…they cut the electricity from around 12p.m. until 7.30p.m. &lt;em&gt;Something I want to say but don’t wish to say it out loud&lt;/em&gt; –lah! If I were to &lt;em&gt;you know what (touch wood!),&lt;/em&gt; I’d blame it on lack of oxygen or CO2 poisoning. Come on man. It’s a hotel. It’s not like rumah kampung where the air flow is ok without a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been practically sitting at the same place for almost as long as the time when the electricity was out. I did have something to do but other than my hands moving, I was probably meditating. I could say today is probably the day I talked the least in my whole life maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I was home alone. 5 of my housemates went to camp and 1 went back to her hometown. If I were to have my piano or guitar here, I wouldn’t mind the no-electricity thingy. At least I won’t be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God I’m still able to keep my sanity XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5007104910454652145?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5007104910454652145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-saturday-i-thought-of-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5007104910454652145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5007104910454652145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-saturday-i-thought-of-home.html' title='Earth Hour + Boredom = ???'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-3600633474223883605</id><published>2009-07-13T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:43:51.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Best~</title><content type='html'>To all my friends at Matriks Negeri Sembilan (KMNS),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatehyo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you Jia you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Maju Jaya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam starts today right? Followed by holiday~ hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here rooting for you guys^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our holidays don't meet la... when you guys finish, our holiday only start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates planning to go A Famosa first. Then balik kampung. Then continue to Genting then KL (like this March, my school friends and i did)&lt;br /&gt;So i don't think i want to go. Since i've already been to those two places. Maybe just meet up with them at KL. Or i can go back to my hometown and plan my own trip...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;My parents plan to go to China again this December... i don't have holiday that time T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 years time, my housemates and i might be planning to go to Taiwan...muahaha...if time and money allows us to do so XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, Japan!!! Wei Wern, you and i, our deal still on yea...see if we can plan that trip or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh...daydreaming too much already la &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, All The Best to all Matriks students for your UPS exam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-3600633474223883605?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3600633474223883605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3600633474223883605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3600633474223883605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-best.html' title='All The Best~'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-7774167835749204964</id><published>2009-07-08T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:10:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan</title><content type='html'>look at my new friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068234345259842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlSTrnTnI0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/z9v1h7Ss24Q/s320/07072009(003).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her name is Susan(yea...shocking =.=), if i'm not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's her owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068244947216050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlSTsOzUJrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZT4uHXD6AMY/s320/07072009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a gecko. We had our Animals and Pets Club AGM yesterday. And members were encouraged to bring their pets. Haiz...if i weren't staying at Watercity(they don't allow pets), i would have gotten umm...maybe an iguana? haha... Kee Gui and i thought of catching the fish here to bring but oh well XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The host was reading some facts about this little lizard and he said when geckos bite, it's very hard for them to let go...So he teased me saying,"careful...you're holding a gecko taiko there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was holding it in my hand when the host in front went and play the gecko's mating call -.-' It started climbing up my arm and then it rested on my elbow...and didn't move already...it kept resting there...but after that, it started climbing up, up, up until my shoulder then the owner had to carry it up. haha...quite an active one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once, it even jumped from Kee Gui's arm to her shirt. i had to grab it and put it back in it's cage. My friend said it almost bit me. Well, thank God it didn't. phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlSTrdwJQpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pRNlgcdwuKQ/s1600-h/07072009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068231780582034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlSTrdwJQpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pRNlgcdwuKQ/s320/07072009(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-7774167835749204964?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7774167835749204964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-at-my-new-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7774167835749204964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7774167835749204964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-at-my-new-friend.html' title='Susan'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlSTrnTnI0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/z9v1h7Ss24Q/s72-c/07072009(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1237777759119835919</id><published>2009-07-05T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:28:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To those STILL don't know where i am (and care. those who don't, ignore this = )</title><content type='html'>I'm no longer in Matriks Negeri Sembilan. New place: MMU Malacca. I don't stay in the hostel though. It's closed for renovation. Currently at Watercity. Hopefully moving soon (again). It seems like i'd move to a new place every month. First to Matriks, then to Watercity and then...umm...i don't know what the new place is called. pai seh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, i have 6 housemates (Han Ni, Angie, Yi Ting, Michelle, Sin Yong and Kee Gui). Before we move, we said we would take a "family photo". If possible, i'll upload it. We are kind of like a family here. Yi Ting is like the Mom. She's caring, organized in a way, disciplines the 'children'...haha... and the Dad...they said he's me -.-' The one that sleeps the latest every night la, lounges in the living room doing nothing la...bla bla bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that we're somehow fated to be in a house. Guess what. My roommate, Kee Gui, is also my housemate, classmate and 'clubmate'. It's very hard to find someone in the same group/class as you in a house. In mine, Kee Gui and I are the only ones. So we go to class together, have our meals together and attend club meetings together. Well, on weekends, she goes back to her hometown in Johore. Me, my plans aren't certain. Depends if anyone 'booked' me for the weekends or i have 'appointments' XD I can't always go back to my hometown. 8 hours in the bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My timetable has changed. Now i have class on 3 days every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: 9a.m. to 10p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: 2p.m. to 10p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: 2pm. to 7p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;looky what i got here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354933622304648754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlCLwgFDrjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GK0pJAkpSbw/s320/29062009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay...it's not mine, sadly...cute? It's a watersnake. Belongs to my friend. Like to play with it la... Anyone want to give me one? Hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's from me for now. If i do have any new updates, i'll keep you guys posted. Take care~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1237777759119835919?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1237777759119835919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-those-still-dont-know-where-i-am-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1237777759119835919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1237777759119835919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-those-still-dont-know-where-i-am-and.html' title='To those STILL don&apos;t know where i am (and care. those who don&apos;t, ignore this = )'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SlCLwgFDrjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GK0pJAkpSbw/s72-c/29062009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1712759250410824013</id><published>2009-06-13T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:28:05.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New place, new life</title><content type='html'>Two times orientation already leh... spare me la... haha. Actually, quite nice. I just got my timetable for this trimester. Night classes from Monday to Thursday!!! Finally~ a timetable that suits me...muahaha~&lt;br /&gt;But Monday, i got to be at MMU from 9a.m. to 10p.m. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, classes start at 2p.m. but the latest bus is 9.40a.m. so i got to go to there at 9.40a.m. and wait for 2p.m. (double sweat -.-") Eh, anyone got car? i don't want to go there that early leh...want to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 8p.m. to 10p.m. (sleep whole day~ woohoo~)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 5p.m. to 10p.m.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm probably not available most of the time...i'd go to class at night and sleep in the day. Haha. That's why i say this time table suits me. Cause i'm more active at night. Wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday only start class so we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo 2008 5C-ers! Where are you guys now? Update me a bit la...then next time only can plan reunion XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1712759250410824013?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1712759250410824013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-times-orientation-already-leh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1712759250410824013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1712759250410824013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-times-orientation-already-leh.html' title='New place, new life'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-3415070816859400962</id><published>2009-06-13T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:28:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long long journey to get this far. Having to overcome that many obstacles…I’m here…now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood alone on the battle ground… fought for my future. There were times I was so so happy. There were times I couldn’t believe what I got. There were times I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces. You were there. When I was happy, you shared my joy. When I encountered an obstacle, you did your best to find a way for me. When I only saw darkness, you pulled me into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve watched me grow. You’ve heard my heart cry. You know what I want to hear when I’m down. You’ve been there for me when I had no one to turn to. What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;So I want to say thank you. You said that I did what I could to help you when you were facing hardship but still, I feel that it doesn’t compare to what you’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know what I’ve been through to get to where I am now. I’ll keep on fighting. I know you’ll be there for me. And I will be there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-3415070816859400962?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3415070816859400962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3415070816859400962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/3415070816859400962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1148550325802955764</id><published>2009-05-23T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:04:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$</title><content type='html'>I've seen you bring hapiness. But, I've also seen you destroy people's dreams. It's hard to hate you and need you so much at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say that you don't matter because you are the deciding factor of most of our dreams and futures. Those who say you don't matter in this materialistic world either already have a lot of you or have no dreams at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lifeless. You don't feel the sorrow, the pain, the anger when people's dreams are crushed because of you. Ironically, we usually end up needing you more than we hate you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were possible to set you aside when it comes to hapiness, then i'd find true hapiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1148550325802955764?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1148550325802955764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1148550325802955764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1148550325802955764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5774867438841015338</id><published>2009-05-09T00:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:57:33.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when food meets creativity...or rather, people like us(this is not for the weak-stomached)</title><content type='html'>Gathered with my friends today. After this, don't know still have the chance or not. So, it was at none other than KFC -.-' We ordered the Combo meal. Thought the 7 of us could've finished it but in the end, da pao some also. We chatted a while, got the latest updates about our friends and future plans. When we finished, we did what we usually did. Left over recipes...like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;2. Pepsi (ice optional)&lt;br /&gt;3. Whipped potato gravy&lt;br /&gt;4. Chicken skin (Hot and Spicy flavour)&lt;br /&gt;5. Chicken bones (drumsticks preferred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Toss every liquid ingredient in a container and stir till well blended.&lt;br /&gt;Then, add the chicken skin and drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;Extra chili sauce topping is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada... KFC's Original Recipe Super Hot Pepsi. Caution! Hot! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502828676119538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgRokIfH-_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KladSf7JAgE/s320/08052009(004).jpg" /&gt;Variation: Add any other left over that's runny if you like. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a first time. The previous recipes were not documented. Sorry. But i do have one other recipe we created during the New Year Barbecue at my house in 2007/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tofu/Pudding&lt;br /&gt;2. Leaves (got mine fresh from the mango tree in my garden XD)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lime juice (curi-curi pluck one from the plant)&lt;br /&gt;4. Chicken meat and bones (those were left overs and some jatuh atas lantai one)&lt;br /&gt;5. Rose petals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Heat a wok on the barbecue grill(So conveniently, there was a mini wok that my Mom didn't want anymore so we used it for this masak-masak).&lt;br /&gt;Put in the tofu/pudding and mash it.&lt;br /&gt;Add in leaves, petals and chicken bones before squeezing lime juice into the wok.&lt;br /&gt;Stir fry until well-done or chao huei da. Doesn't matter. Serve hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Tofu Rose Chicken. Uwek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333515039172371410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgRzq4ISo9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/8-7dUGIjUro/s320/%27Toufu+Rose+Chicken%27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...beautiful leh, our "creations". It was so beautiful, none of us wanted to eat it. Well, you know what i mean XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Nobody vomitted in the process of preparing the dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5774867438841015338?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5774867438841015338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-food-meets-creativityor-rather.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5774867438841015338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5774867438841015338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-food-meets-creativityor-rather.html' title='when food meets creativity...or rather, people like us(this is not for the weak-stomached)'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgRokIfH-_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KladSf7JAgE/s72-c/08052009(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-598676621411314761</id><published>2009-05-07T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:34:11.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason teachers want me to be a doctor -.-'</title><content type='html'>Went to school today to get some documents signed. As usual, conversations start with:&lt;br /&gt; "Good morning, Teacher/Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Eh! You're here ah? Do what? So where are you going next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  then i would give my standard answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Then what about__________?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "He/She ah? bla bla bla.../I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the topic would sometimes turn to my cita-cita (because i had to fill up a form with that detail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Study medicine la/ Become doctor la," is what some teachers said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about the career a little, like how much it would cost(RM300 000-RM500 000 at least), how long it takes and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Good pay wat...If open pharmacy also good. One day can earn RM3+++ you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in conclusion, they can take MC from me -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i know you guys joking la XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-598676621411314761?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/598676621411314761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-teachers-want-me-to-be-doctor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/598676621411314761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/598676621411314761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-teachers-want-me-to-be-doctor.html' title='The reason teachers want me to be a doctor -.-&apos;'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-8337121161047990055</id><published>2009-05-06T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:04:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura Season</title><content type='html'>Only in Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgF1-qivZTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OwAyB4ByEzM/s1600-h/Sakura10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332673153215718706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgF1-qivZTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OwAyB4ByEzM/s320/Sakura10.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesome, isn't it? When I went there, it was late autumn...So it looked more like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgF1-SHJcOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fB0bhrgvFVA/s1600-h/My+Picture(820).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332673146657534178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgF1-SHJcOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fB0bhrgvFVA/s320/My+Picture(820).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura season in Japan is from 15 March to 15 April. This is the time when you'd see the best blossoms. At mid April, they'll start falling. No wonder they call them cherry blossoms. See...those that just started blooming really do look like cherries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666998647743154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFwYa_Y4rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RKCYSo-4-5A/s320/Sakura7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my vacation, the maple leaves were nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332667000764641810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFwYi4GMhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HhbKzG-UV2s/s320/DSCN1003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666989018977586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFwX3HtlTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qEKlZjBZ_SI/s320/Sakura2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big difference, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666992635155218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFwYEl4ExI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8rmi_1_25qA/s320/My+Picture(756).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be at a park or temple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332660975522686162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq51GeJNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TRZECL9C_Hg/s320/Sakura9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was at one of the temples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666984898273010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFwXnxQnvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Fh0yZ3GuLEw/s320/My+Picture(754).jpg" /&gt;The Sakura season photos were not by me; i received them in an email. Thanks Zi Xin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the ones i compared with were those i actually took there. I have a lot more. Most are at my Friendster account. Here are some more photos for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332660976372060450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq54Q-kSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VlaqSnoZOXQ/s320/Sakura4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq5pxz7jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zlrBYnufJ-0/s1600-h/Sakura3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332660972483243570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq5pxz7jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zlrBYnufJ-0/s320/Sakura3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332660969046780674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq5c-fqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/XGoLbzG7MPE/s320/Sakura1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq5bN0wzI/AAAAAAAAADk/iOqkIxrwJc8/s1600-h/Sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332660968574206770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgFq5bN0wzI/AAAAAAAAADk/iOqkIxrwJc8/s320/Sakura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I so want to go there... this definitely makes my wishlist top 3 - to celebrate my birthday in Japan during the Sakura season XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i could make it this year but...my visa expired before my birthday &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no time, no money also =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-8337121161047990055?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8337121161047990055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakura-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/8337121161047990055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/8337121161047990055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakura-season.html' title='Sakura Season'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgF1-qivZTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OwAyB4ByEzM/s72-c/Sakura10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5296309606727367524</id><published>2009-05-05T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:01:24.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Night~ haha</title><content type='html'>Today i really felt like a vampire =.=&lt;br /&gt;Slept from eleven to six... in the DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i took a look at the Buku Panduan about Matriks. One thing caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.3 Makan minum tidak disediakan tetapi dijual di kafeteria kolej kediaman. Anggaran kos makanan bagi setiap pelajar ialah &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RM15.00 SEHARI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day= RM15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM15 x 30=RM450 a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao eh... how much does the food cost??? or how much can one person eat in a day???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5296309606727367524?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5296309606727367524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/vampire-night-haha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5296309606727367524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5296309606727367524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/vampire-night-haha.html' title='Vampire Night~ haha'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-7607424967774465689</id><published>2009-05-05T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:13:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four 2's! wakaka</title><content type='html'>I played Big 2.5 or also known as "Chor Dai Di" at viwawa and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgAcOHnPlKI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCfKDxNDNFU/s1600-h/05052009(001)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332292987694060706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgAcOHnPlKI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCfKDxNDNFU/s320/05052009(001)-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four "Di's" at my place! wakaka~ these are the four most powerful cards in the game. And it's a rare chance that you'd get all of them in your hand. Well, i think i got this during the 3++th game...Probably others might have got this chance earlier, i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh...and at viwawa's Big 2.5 game, you CAN keep the "Di's" for last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey thekillerz. i'm now at the same level as you XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-7607424967774465689?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7607424967774465689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/four-2s-wakaka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7607424967774465689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7607424967774465689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/four-2s-wakaka.html' title='Four 2&apos;s! wakaka'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/SgAcOHnPlKI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCfKDxNDNFU/s72-c/05052009(001)-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-6658613557290283176</id><published>2009-05-04T16:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:33:10.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers of SMKMNT</title><content type='html'>Okay, today i feel like talking about some teachers who taught me in Secondary. So, first up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tn. Haji Mazlan Zainol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7DJ5K37CI/AAAAAAAAADU/2RTs3AWXCmU/s1600-h/DSCN9549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331913583585913890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7DJ5K37CI/AAAAAAAAADU/2RTs3AWXCmU/s320/DSCN9549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subjects: Geography (until mid Form 1), History (Form 4 and 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Him:&lt;br /&gt;-Our Form 1(not the whole year),4 and 5 form teacher,&lt;br /&gt;-patient,&lt;br /&gt;-caring,&lt;br /&gt;-pandai tangkap orang tidur dalam kelas&lt;br /&gt;-like to pakat with his class also... hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous saying/quotes: "kamu orang, mahu tidur dalam kelas tak apa. Janji datang sekolah sudah...jangan ponteng pi mana-mana" yea...some students actually LISTEN to him...they tidur dalam kelas la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;En. Ishlahuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CQBQJAmI/AAAAAAAAADM/snOgtFmx9tE/s1600-h/En.+Ishlahuddin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331912589323076194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CQBQJAmI/AAAAAAAAADM/snOgtFmx9tE/s320/En.+Ishlahuddin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subject: Bahasa Melayu (Form 4 and 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Him:&lt;br /&gt;-Funny! Sporting,&lt;br /&gt;-his classes really syiok one,&lt;br /&gt;-invited us to his Raya Open House last year,&lt;br /&gt;-received the Guru Cemerlang Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: "Bengau"(he asked us,"Bangau dalam Bahasa Inggeris panggil apa?" Then he said "Bengau" with the English accent haha) we never forget that. "Ta.ke.ca.re"(as in take care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Malathi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subjects: Geography (Form 3), English (Form 3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-say our class pelik&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pantang students don't do her homework&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-helped us do our Geography folio(Thank You, Teacher^^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: (teach teach teach then finally say...) "You understand or not? Am I going too fast?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"YOU THIS MONKEY!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****************************************************************************Pn. Porth Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: English(mid Form 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Her:&lt;br /&gt;-Happy-go-lucky,&lt;br /&gt;-seldom(or never) get angry,&lt;br /&gt;-loves her students&lt;br /&gt;-always give homework -.-' cannot finish, no need to go for recess&lt;br /&gt;-like to dance&lt;br /&gt;-young-hearted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: "my dear", "sayang"...she calls her students that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Tan Mooi Yong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPwiTZNI/AAAAAAAAADE/RKjvLt1vh8E/s1600-h/Pn.+Tan+Mooi+Yong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331912584835851474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPwiTZNI/AAAAAAAAADE/RKjvLt1vh8E/s320/Pn.+Tan+Mooi+Yong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subjects: Geography(mid Form 1 and Form 2), Mathematics (Form 4 and 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Her:&lt;br /&gt;-Aries,&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes, when she gets angry, quite funny XD,&lt;br /&gt;-some students said she teach like choo choo train,&lt;br /&gt;-youngest Chinese teacher in our school.&lt;br /&gt;-teach us a lot stuff about life(such as marriage, children and bla bla bla...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: (teach teach teach then when finish...) "Ok? Faham kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Ooi Hooi Looi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Chemistry (Form 4 and 5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Her:&lt;br /&gt;-quite strict when it comes to homework&lt;br /&gt;-helped us get permission to participate in the My School Rocks 2007 Dance Competition (Thank you so much for everything that time, Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;-like to ajak my friends and I go here go there, be it running some errands or yam cha...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Khoo Bak Kiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Physics (end of Form 4 and Form 5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Him:&lt;br /&gt;-hmm...most memorable: his glasses...but when he changed new one, we were like,"wah...cool lo" haha&lt;br /&gt;-very supportive of us like when there's a competition or something, he'd ask us to participate. And he does what he can to help the team (And we won in one competition. Yay!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: "Yes, exactly." (in a smug kind of way...haha...learnt from Gurvinder one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;En. Hasni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects: Bahasa Melayu (Form 3), Pendidikan Seni Visual (Form 5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Him:&lt;br /&gt;-was my Mom's colleague, is my Mom's friend&lt;br /&gt;-another funny teacher&lt;br /&gt;-like to ejek his students&lt;br /&gt;-his art is like...WOW (even came to school just to give advice on the SPM Pendidikan Seni examination)&lt;br /&gt;-got to eat KFC because my friends and i promised him that if we get 1A for Seni, we'll belanja him.&lt;br /&gt;-keeps in touch with his students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Pauline Kanika Rudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects: English (Form 2), English For Science And Technology (Form 4 and 5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Her:&lt;br /&gt;-shares the same birthday as me XD&lt;br /&gt;-if students ponteng her class, she'll get back at them later... but if too many ponteng, class cancel lo (current students of her class, please la...don't do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pn. New Poo Sian &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPoxWmHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kN_lxtAsWb0/s1600-h/Pn.+New+Poo+Sian.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPoxWmHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kN_lxtAsWb0/s1600-h/Pn.+New+Poo+Sian.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331912582751492210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPoxWmHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kN_lxtAsWb0/s320/Pn.+New+Poo+Sian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Subjects: Kemahiran Hidup (Form 3), Principles Of Accounting (Form 4 and 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About her:&lt;br /&gt;-when i last saw her, she slimmed down already...it was like, Wow! the new Pn. New XD&lt;br /&gt;-taught Accounting for 20 years plus already(she never lets us forget that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: "Saya sudah ajar Akaun 20 lebih tahun, apa lagi yang tak pernah saya tengok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau mahu skor A1 dalam Akaun, ikut saya punya 4 perkara:&lt;br /&gt;1. Beri perhatian sepenuhnya&lt;br /&gt;2. Buat kerja rumah bersungguh-sungguh&lt;br /&gt;3. Ingat kembali apa yang saya ajar&lt;br /&gt;4. Buat latihan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;"Ada orang, ingat dia sudah pandai...tak payah buat kerja yang saya bagi. Ingat pergi tuisyen sudah boleh skor A1"&lt;br /&gt;well, what we heard was, "Ingat Pn. New, ingat Akaun" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Datin Khoo Cheng Suan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPokrouI/AAAAAAAAAC0/da1Se2goRzo/s1600-h/Datin+Khoo+Cheng+Suan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331912582698345186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPokrouI/AAAAAAAAAC0/da1Se2goRzo/s320/Datin+Khoo+Cheng+Suan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subject: Biology (Form 4 and 5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Her:&lt;br /&gt;-very knowledgable&lt;br /&gt;-very open-minded&lt;br /&gt;-canes anyone who sleeps in the class&lt;br /&gt;-her family all doctors...geng lo&lt;br /&gt;-always wants her students to be punctual&lt;br /&gt;- retired on 8.03.2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: "Now what time already?! Your Bio class starts at what time?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yeap Hoay Kok &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPZTLl8I/AAAAAAAAACs/2o0ZMcJX6X0/s1600-h/DSCN0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331912578598410178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7CPZTLl8I/AAAAAAAAACs/2o0ZMcJX6X0/s320/DSCN0577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subjects: English (until mid Form 5), Additional Mathematics (Form 4 and 5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Him:&lt;br /&gt;-VERY wise (and i mean VERY)&lt;br /&gt;-likes to criticise&lt;br /&gt;-VERY good in English&lt;br /&gt;-our "Newspaperman" and "Ah Long"(because he's the one who distributes the newspapers in school. And if anyone is late for paying the newspaper money, he'll be like an Ah Long...everyday, see you, ask you for the money)&lt;br /&gt;-retired in 18.03.2009(He should've retired last year. But we begged him to stay.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Famous sayings/quotes: "The Beauty of Add Maths"&lt;br /&gt;"Pre, while and post" (study method)&lt;br /&gt;"_______(the person who owes him money)! When you want to pay?! Money leh?"&lt;br /&gt;" one apple + one apple equals to what? Two apples la! Like that also don't know." (Algebraic Expressions a+a= 2a)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I already explain so many times, you all still don't understand?!"(geleng kepala)&lt;br /&gt;"Add Maths 是活的，不是死的" (in Hokkien) (means "Add Maths is live one...not dead.")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;- Got this kind of teachers, got this kind of students&lt;br /&gt;- Bagaimana acuan, begitulah kuihnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers, we love you~ Happy Teacher's Day in advance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-6658613557290283176?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6658613557290283176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/teachers-of-smkmnt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/6658613557290283176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/6658613557290283176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/teachers-of-smkmnt.html' title='Teachers of SMKMNT'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/Sf7DJ5K37CI/AAAAAAAAADU/2RTs3AWXCmU/s72-c/DSCN9549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-431369180776490704</id><published>2009-05-04T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:15:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad (i salute you)</title><content type='html'>I think my Dad actually took the bus to school...Wow...i so so so salute him. It was because the car was sent to the mechanic. And my Mom needs to use her car to get to her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's any other teachers who do that. Taking the bus to school...like students XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just today only. The car should be back by tomorrow but still, this is so...i don't know how to describe also. Haha... this Father's Day...have to pakat with my Sis and see how to celebrate. But don't know i'll be back or not. Anyhow, Mother's Day first. Oh wait...already celebrated yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-431369180776490704?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/431369180776490704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/dad-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/431369180776490704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/431369180776490704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/dad-lo.html' title='Dad (i salute you)'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-5609145719282419997</id><published>2009-05-02T01:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:54:07.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo weirdos of SMKMNT (those born in 1991)</title><content type='html'>"You really different from other people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird la this girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the few... er..."compliments", as i like to think of them as, for the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking. Is what Pn. Malathi, our Form 3 Geography teacher and also our form teacher, had said true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the first days of Form 3, Pn. Malathi had came in for her class. Maybe it was the first day we had her class but i can't be sure. All were nervous because she came in with our report cards(i don't know whether she had a cane in her hand or she asked someone to get it but it's in the story later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a look at each and everyone's report cards. One by one, we were called out. When she found something not to her satisfaction, such as unsatisfactory grades, she'd cane the student. Not only did the grades matter, but also the comment(s) from our previous form teacher. If the comment was umm...how do I put this...not good la... then it's the cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i don't know what had made her talk about this but she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu tahu tak? Orang kata, mereka yang lahir pada tahun 1991 semua pelik punya. Betul...don't believe, go and ask your parents." I think she did add a few things but i don't really remember. My fellow "pelik punya classmates". Still remember that day? Let me know further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class, really probably anything also can do one. Offending teachers, party, pemberontakan, "sabotaging" teacher's car(in a good way), you name it. It's our colourful personalities that set us apart from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in Form 1, we offended Pn. Zalifah, our English Teacher. She was teaching in class but we didn't pay attention and were doing other work. So, our Penyelia Petang told each and everyone of us to write an apology letter to Teacher. And my group of friends and I even sang a song to her(Yann Yi, still remember what song?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our form is well-known for throwing parties. Be it our year end party, to celebrate our friends' birthdays or when a new teacher comes to teach us. (Haha... Our class fund like cannot habis one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and i also throw parties for teachers when it's their birthdays. Did we actually get permission to throw the party? Hmm...i think no.&lt;br /&gt;We'd curi-curi take a look at the teachers' record books to find out their birthdays. Of course there were several reasons we did that:&lt;br /&gt;1. no class!!!!!!!! party~ (no offence teachers. You guys also enjoy wat)&lt;br /&gt;2. maybe less homework XD&lt;br /&gt;3. syiok la&lt;br /&gt;4. because we just love partying...and our teachers&lt;br /&gt;5. because we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, now starting to wonder already...how come we had that much money leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even made the invitation cards ourselves...with the help of the computer and photostate machines XD Ok la...we could've just go into the staff room and tell them that there's a party at our class or whatever place but...oh well, told you our class was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe next time i'll create posts about the previous parties we had from Form 1 till Form 5 but this post is dedicated to the weird things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... we offended Pn. New, our Accounting teacher, and Pn. Pauline, our English for Science and Technology teacher also. Ponteng class is it? We pakat go back then cancel class without Teacher's knowledge cause these two classes are after school hours. Er...can't say all also ponteng la cause...er...hehe...you know i never dared to. Sorry guys...you know i had a reputation as 'GG' (thanks to Pn. Malathi) Which one of you started calling me that first?! -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, had to apologise and beg for Teacher to come back and teach. Then, Pn. New would quote, "Ada orang...ingat dia sudah pandai. Tak payah datang kelas dah. Ingat pergi tuisyen sudah boleh score A1 dalam Akaun..."&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Pauline also did say something like that, right? But i don't think she mentioned about tuition because...i don't think anyone went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest "pemberontakan" was last year...just before SPM. We were supposed to have a holiday on 7.11.2008, Friday. When Pn. Khoo announced that we're not going to have the holiday, we were like...so mad! So the whole 5 Cemerlang pakat don't come to school on that day! Wakaka~(i think that was the first time and the last, that i actually ponteng school)&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Hasni even smsed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semua pakat tak mau datang skolah ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya...hehe...semua buat pemberontakan" (Students. Don't try this at School!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Cikgu Ish? He said,&lt;br /&gt;"Dulu, masa saya tahu yang saya kena ajar 4 Cemerlang(our class) Bahasa Melayu, saya pun -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Sebab dulu, dengar Cikgu-Cikgu lain kata, kelas 4 Cemerlang sombong. Ingat semua benda sudah tahu. Tetapi, sekarang sudah ajar, saya rasa ok apa. Tak macam yang mereka cakap pun." Hehe...touched when he said that to us. Never knew our class famous like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, for Teacher's Day, we did the awards thing. The one where we give first, second and third place to teachers who gets the most votes for the categories we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;1. Best At Teaching&lt;br /&gt;2. Best Dressed&lt;br /&gt;3. Most Sporting&lt;br /&gt;4. Most Dedicated&lt;br /&gt;5. Most Punctual&lt;br /&gt;6. Most Humorous&lt;br /&gt;7. Most Strict&lt;br /&gt;8. Most Rich Looking&lt;br /&gt;9. Most Wise Looking&lt;br /&gt;10. Most Happy-Go-Lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we say we're going to do a vote for students? Among our friends. We graduate already wat...can vote~ Maybe categories like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Most talkative (i think we know who's going to win)&lt;br /&gt;2. Most Pandai Ampu Teachers&lt;br /&gt;3. Best at Ponteng (our Pon-Theng king will win)&lt;br /&gt;4. Most Humorous&lt;br /&gt;5. Most Rich Looking&lt;br /&gt;6. Most Wise Looking&lt;br /&gt;7. Most Punctual&lt;br /&gt;8. Least Punctual (haha)&lt;br /&gt;9. Most Changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Weirdest(quite many calons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think back...Our class kind of nice right? No... WE ROCK! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Porth Theresa even said, our form is the most memorable. Never will she find students like us already. I believe other teachers think so too^^ Want to make a survey? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-5609145719282419997?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5609145719282419997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-weirdos-of-smkmnt-those-born-in-1991.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5609145719282419997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/5609145719282419997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-weirdos-of-smkmnt-those-born-in-1991.html' title='Yo weirdos of SMKMNT (those born in 1991)'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-7294220263179129264</id><published>2009-05-02T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:31:45.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>It's complete~ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; exaggerating...But it took me quite some time (and not to mention $$$) to finally get all the books. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; ordered the whole set like Wei &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; did but, i didn't know about that until after i bought the first book. I haven't read Breaking Dawn though. Just bought it today. Thank you so much Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Aaron too. For Eclipse. Honestly...you really surprised me. Pleasantly, of course. Hey! Aaron...you're not getting away with this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still going to get even with you. And don't think because of this, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cekik&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a million thanks to Dad! Most of the books are "sponsored" of you. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-7294220263179129264?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7294220263179129264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-saga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7294220263179129264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7294220263179129264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight Saga'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-1392704200477365974</id><published>2009-05-02T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:35:23.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with my Mom</title><content type='html'>Went to Sunway Carnivall today. No wait...yesterday, actually. Shopped for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I think altogether, they cost more than my current wardrobe combined Even though we had a quarrel yesterday, we just let it go... As usual, she would pick the clothes. But now, of course, i get to choose what i liked too(we both have almost the same taste in clothes anyway). All were formal attire. I feel like an office lady.Haha&lt;/span&gt;. And it was lucky that it's 1 May. Got quite a lot of good deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's the special &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. But it's how it always is... Anytime of the year, my parents would suddenly say, "come, let's go to______"&lt;br /&gt;That's why people say my parents know how to enjoy. Well, i can't deny...it's interesting to follow too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're full of last-minute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. For example, my Dad would be driving and if my Mom sees an interesting place, she would say,"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;...see that shop. Come, want to go or not?"&lt;br /&gt;And my Sisters and I would be like, "..."&lt;br /&gt;I usually just let them make the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; but if they're indecisive, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; butt in(don't like indecisive people).Then, my Dad would drive us there. If we missed the turn, he'd turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, i still can't figure out how my parents' money flow is like. My Dad would pay then later my Mom would ask how much she has to pay back. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not quite sure who's the one paying for the clothes. Anyhow, thank you Mom or Dad or both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-1392704200477365974?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1392704200477365974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-with-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1392704200477365974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/1392704200477365974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-with-my-mom.html' title='Shopping with my Mom'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416561682772975261.post-7163003128026597978</id><published>2009-04-30T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:56:08.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a visit to the dentist turned out to be</title><content type='html'>Dentist: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Form 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I graduated already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: so you're working now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no...going to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dentist checking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: so? does she need braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: based on my observations, you have to get the braces. Besides, your wisdom teeth have to be aligned or the might be some complications in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : then how much would that cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: you've probably seen your friend's braces...well, those are conventional braces. Now, we've developed a new system that is less painful. RMxxxx. And you will have come for check up every 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (thinking how would i come back to go for the checkups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: i have a client who's the same age as you. Getting her braces too. Do you know xxx? When you came in, i saw that you resemble her a lot. I thought you were siblings but you have different surnames so maybe a cousin perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No...(so that's the reason for the way he looked at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (telling him about my achievements, future plans...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;In the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: can you come back for the checkups every two months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: as long as i have a letter from the clinic, i think i can ask for permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: ...well, it's up to you la. You want to do now or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: they need to get the photograhps, X-rays and such right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned back to go and ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (talking to my Sis) you register for the government one. You now only Form 3. Can save RMxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: my friend registered during Form1/2, they ask her to come and do when she already graduated from Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: my friend's daughter. Same age as you. Already take out her braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: your friend your friend la. Don't compare la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: you compared with your friend wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (what?! i was just giving you information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're halfway through the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: i think better don't ask. Since we're not sure yet. You don't have to do it now. Who knows later what are your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started raining...heavily. Rushed back into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Do things must be very sure only do. You ah. For so many years, when we asked you, you said you don't want. Now only want. Later get back sure let Daddy scold one. Do things kelam-kabut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...(isn't it you who asked me to come for the checkup?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: AAA got work or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: got...at Siang Ling(a hairstyling shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: then BBB? The one always come to our house one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: At least AAA also got work. You ah...My friends they all ask me, "eh, your daughter now do what ah?"&lt;br /&gt;" Do nothing. Stay at home."&lt;br /&gt;" Ha...stay at home only ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Your friends also got work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You're different from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (i personally like to take it as a compliment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You and your friends. Lazy la. Now i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416561682772975261-7163003128026597978?l=lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7163003128026597978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-visit-to-dentist-turned-out-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7163003128026597978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416561682772975261/posts/default/7163003128026597978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasateachersdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-visit-to-dentist-turned-out-to-be.html' title='what a visit to the dentist turned out to be'/><author><name>lyahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179975420491215283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojhUcYx-JfU/S_zduBTyVEI/AAAAAAAAARg/ISiHUT5wE_c/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
