<?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-7643742198137753020</id><updated>2011-10-31T13:53:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The People and Surroundings that Make up my life</title><subtitle type='html'>What makes home a home to you?? A sanctuary where u find peace and familiarities in faces, friends, and relatives? You can be anywhere else in the world, but in the end it boils down to where u belong-your home-the beginning-your real home- your origins.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3536638923356063174</id><published>2011-10-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:53:55.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0yAFb3-yJ4/TpeSa_kMGiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/T-LSqx97M7I/s1600/bruges-wallflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663156048879163938" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0yAFb3-yJ4/TpeSa_kMGiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/T-LSqx97M7I/s320/bruges-wallflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came back to the UK, relieved with my newfound freedom, with unsettled feelings, I made Canterbury's Hales Place my new home. Sprained my ankle on a fun games' night cuz I fell off a flight of stairs. I know:( What a kill-joy right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got nominated and chosen as the junior committee in Malaysian society(happy yet unexpected), and started being given more responsibilities, got to start to learn how to juggle them well:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N there's the short update on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another sadder note,I'm feeling pretty upset.(Tired of being the wallflower)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Stayed up a few hours more..*cough cough*, with my body temperature rising... Wanna sleep but my mind won't clear up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw something that reminded me about what someone said before... &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/7643742198137753020-3536638923356063174?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3536638923356063174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3536638923356063174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3536638923356063174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0yAFb3-yJ4/TpeSa_kMGiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/T-LSqx97M7I/s72-c/bruges-wallflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6751572939824606867</id><published>2011-06-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:02:12.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old memories brought up by a meeting with Old best buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t22Y3ZyQE/TgYCJ4aLMzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lNQCMgDaQhw/s1600/IMAG0866.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t22Y3ZyQE/TgYCJ4aLMzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lNQCMgDaQhw/s320/IMAG0866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622183553602892594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL saw this in the Art Gallery in KLCC and the literature gang turn on our thinking caps:P &lt;div&gt;Floyd:"those looked like faulty condoms judging by the colours" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never shake that out of my mind now:P Exploded condoms hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally had a chance to meet up with my literature class gang and old stories started to pop up. At least Sam wasn't as weird as before? He used to drink all sorts of protein shakes everyday in class and one day someone asked him how it tasted like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam: "it tastes like cum" and walked away, speaking about a way to get ppl shocked in their tracks:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther and Yee chieh began their lesbo acts again lol, n the story of their stalkers cam out one by one:P Hmm.. great memories:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_YCLzPGC9c/TgYCJ4tNFyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Hmqx1-U8tXg/s1600/IMAG0872.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_YCLzPGC9c/TgYCJ4tNFyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Hmqx1-U8tXg/s320/IMAG0872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622183553682708258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my Poor Sense of Directions Bestie:) Only got to meet her for a short while before she went home, only to slave on her assignments again:( Sigh, I missed u loads dear. It's only cuz u requested that I finally start writing a post again:) Flattered much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quick Quick!! let Help's semester end as fast as possible. I want to see and talk n eat as much as possible with my bestie here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LeroUr8pjs/TgYCJnHXdkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OzLR12tw--Y/s1600/IMAG0879.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LeroUr8pjs/TgYCJnHXdkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OzLR12tw--Y/s320/IMAG0879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622183548960601666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Floyd and Esther:) They look lovely together:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB8N3qR6NNY/TgYCJCDJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAd4/l833086bP-M/s1600/IMAG0874.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB8N3qR6NNY/TgYCJCDJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAd4/l833086bP-M/s320/IMAG0874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622183539010826930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yee Chieh and Esther!! The 2 leng luis in my lit. class:) Dare not take pic beside them hehehe.. scared later I become a wallflower liao:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiUHv4teNpE/TgYCI_Vf4KI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LTMPAwqFn6A/s1600/IMAG0876.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiUHv4teNpE/TgYCI_Vf4KI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LTMPAwqFn6A/s320/IMAG0876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622183538282455202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam, the biggie, p.s:My mom saw ur pic and said you grew thinner and more leng zai:) hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6751572939824606867?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6751572939824606867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-memories-brought-up-by-meeting-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6751572939824606867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6751572939824606867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-memories-brought-up-by-meeting-with.html' title='Old memories brought up by a meeting with Old best buddies'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t22Y3ZyQE/TgYCJ4aLMzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lNQCMgDaQhw/s72-c/IMAG0866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6408854792562746778</id><published>2011-05-08T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:08:06.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Break trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhDJisMnhRQ/TcbHsIaJCjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Iw6Rj2Z6pjA/s1600/IMAG0804.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhDJisMnhRQ/TcbHsIaJCjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Iw6Rj2Z6pjA/s400/IMAG0804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604386347294460466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc2oWPUxYwk/TcbHr-e7U2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/pvXYeM2HOh4/s1600/IMAG0753.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc2oWPUxYwk/TcbHr-e7U2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/pvXYeM2HOh4/s400/IMAG0753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604386344630178658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who I've met-Elton Luo from a tuition centre I went to when I was young.&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I could actually bump into someone I've never talked to before until now, he's quite friendly after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ych_nofV5W8/TcbHroElUZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_CK2MnpueCg/s1600/IMAG0646.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ych_nofV5W8/TcbHroElUZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_CK2MnpueCg/s400/IMAG0646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604386338614104466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, that's Captain Jack Sparrow:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw4H4A0ywT0/TcbHrBzgkSI/AAAAAAAAAck/SOpZQOHy_h8/s1600/IMAG0557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw4H4A0ywT0/TcbHrBzgkSI/AAAAAAAAAck/SOpZQOHy_h8/s400/IMAG0557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604386328341942562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manchester City In Monotone: The beautiful city in which I had the golden opportunity to see Sir Alex Ferguson, the manager of the Manchester United Football Club. Even though I don't watch football or show any particular interest in it like my boyfriend(ever devoted fan towards MU) does, I know I've met someone famous and special:) This is also the city where my boyfriend got my love rival(his Samsung SGS) pick-pocketed on the bus back from Old Trafford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y553oT_JAM/TcbHrFN8hxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mUQxkuzD7_0/s1600/IMAG0543.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y553oT_JAM/TcbHrFN8hxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mUQxkuzD7_0/s400/IMAG0543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604386329258133266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overlooking the football pitch in Old Trafford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there to gain a whole new experience of watching a football match in a stadium full of MU fans. I almost fell asleep half way through the match. After all the opponent-fullham is no match to MU, nowhere near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6408854792562746778?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6408854792562746778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-break-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6408854792562746778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6408854792562746778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-break-trip.html' title='Easter Break trip'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhDJisMnhRQ/TcbHsIaJCjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Iw6Rj2Z6pjA/s72-c/IMAG0804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-8916004636557025466</id><published>2010-12-27T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:08:35.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TRir3ZMa9fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4OxOhoa5DDU/s1600/IMAG0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TRir3ZMa9fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4OxOhoa5DDU/s320/IMAG0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555379108505646578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry christmas everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;'http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-8916004636557025466?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/8916004636557025466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-everyone-httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/8916004636557025466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/8916004636557025466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-everyone-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TRir3ZMa9fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4OxOhoa5DDU/s72-c/IMAG0365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-238483870875055245</id><published>2010-12-08T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:27:26.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of silent thoughts</title><content type='html'>It has been 10 days indeed from the day I agreed to be his. N there I thought a platonic friendship could work. My! How wrong was I?? Tell me more about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all say there is a first time for everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;With those innocence in your eyes, and in my actions,&lt;br /&gt;It is very beautiful indeed,&lt;br /&gt;With Surreal expectations set,&lt;br /&gt;Comes Disappointments and Fear,&lt;br /&gt;guess I'm just a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes in idealism, I believe in realism and my!! how do they conflict and our ideas differ??&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't be more different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, hiding in my own corner, I wondered about how some events have taken onto their course, and decisions lead to consequences. How I wondered perhaps I could be in the wrong course? I love things I could apply to real life but when things becomes too complicated, I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Blinking back my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to battle the weakness,&lt;br /&gt;and cover them,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess I've feelings after all,&lt;br /&gt;and getting scolded continuously could really reduce just about anyone to tears,&lt;br /&gt;As much as my pride stops me from showing my vulnerability,&lt;br /&gt;It failed to take control of me this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-238483870875055245?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/238483870875055245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/12/moment-of-silent-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/238483870875055245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/238483870875055245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/12/moment-of-silent-thoughts.html' title='A moment of silent thoughts'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6297437868306160120</id><published>2010-11-29T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:01:58.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TPR3952Z36I/AAAAAAAAAXk/LdceDBejn-4/IMAG0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TPR3952Z36I/AAAAAAAAAXk/LdceDBejn-4/s400/IMAG0202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6297437868306160120?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6297437868306160120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/11/published-with-blogger-droid-v1_6345.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6297437868306160120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6297437868306160120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/11/published-with-blogger-droid-v1_6345.html' title=''/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TPR3952Z36I/AAAAAAAAAXk/LdceDBejn-4/s72-c/IMAG0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-7093591454069769299</id><published>2010-11-26T10:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:27:05.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzled</title><content type='html'>It gets a bit hard for me to take this all in at once.. n now he pops da big question.. not tat i dun wanna think bout it, It's just tat it all comes so fast.. b4 I even hav da time to digest the change between us.. perhaps I was avoiding da question cuz I dun want it to happen lk it did with my ex? Perhaps I just need some time n having my pride, I wouldn't let myself be his so easily.. or probably I just need some time n some romantic gestures instead of just popping da question n pressuring me to answer.. I don't really know myself... It's just not how I would answer last time.. bout following my heart? Getting more n more sceptical bout love... &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both; FONT-SIZE: xx-small"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-7093591454069769299?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/7093591454069769299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/11/puzzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7093591454069769299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7093591454069769299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/11/puzzled.html' title='puzzled'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-2019092074167541825</id><published>2010-11-22T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:09:32.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying every second I could</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;Out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Searching. Deciding.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating of what matters most to me.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing him under the moonlight overlooking the Canterbury Cathedral. Call me a die-hard romantic, but I'm glad it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Shivering yet kept warm in his embrace, satisfied, we walked back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-2019092074167541825?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2019092074167541825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/11/enjoying-every-second-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2019092074167541825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2019092074167541825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/11/enjoying-every-second-i-could.html' title='Enjoying every second I could'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4921414533858726120</id><published>2010-10-21T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:17:08.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight-breathtaking, n wishing i am with someone now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcZdkHOdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xkK7HsTqgss/s1600/CIMG1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592303657728466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcZdkHOdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xkK7HsTqgss/s320/CIMG1907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Nicole a.k.a. Lik Ho:) Got to thank him loads for walking me home sometimes. The walk all the way home could be so lonely at times..*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcZAmU4lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AK49NctcRPs/s1600/CIMG1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592295882383954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcZAmU4lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AK49NctcRPs/s320/CIMG1894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super blur:) But I loved it!! the scenery behind me is so breathtaking!!Twilight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcYyN1Z_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/J18mmr0MOJM/s1600/CIMG1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592292021561330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcYyN1Z_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/J18mmr0MOJM/s320/CIMG1872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy belated birthday, Elina Protopappa, my always excited and jumpy hallmate. Oh did I forget to mention that I'm living in an all girls accomodation? ANd that one of my hallmates is a homosexual? I'm okay with her and all. But walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I'll always be wary if she's outside. I don't wanna tempt her and look for trouble right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcYmgiFpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jkqlhWltvq4/s1600/59079_1473979403797_1063025188_31096262_2929601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592288878761618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcYmgiFpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jkqlhWltvq4/s320/59079_1473979403797_1063025188_31096262_2929601_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Javi(super sexy voice he has) and Atiyah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcYbQ9r-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0iZkLKvYMak/s1600/CIMG1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592285860671458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcYbQ9r-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0iZkLKvYMak/s320/CIMG1776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow I love this picture so much, ducks in their own habitats doing their own thing without a worry in the world. I finally had a serious talk to my british friend about what he did the night before that brought me to tears. I hope he doesn't becomes so insensitive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) I'm so happy, shopping with Nick was a breeze. Had some lunch at Nando's yesterday. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOSH, creammy mashed potatoes, chicken breast garnished with hot peri peri sauce, and coselaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; certainly lifted my spirits up for the day!! I saw loads of cushions and comfy pillows to furnish my bed with. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT IT"S A FREAKING 12 POUNDS PRICE TO PAY FOR COMFORT!!! SCARY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hm..Maybe I could just settle to persuading my friend,Eddy(the one who got himself a RM1500 leather jacket) to get me a Teddy bear for 15 pounds soon for my so-called birthday present:) WIsh me Luck, guys!!&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/7643742198137753020-4921414533858726120?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4921414533858726120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/twilight-breathtaking-n-wishing-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4921414533858726120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4921414533858726120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/twilight-breathtaking-n-wishing-i-am.html' title='Twilight-breathtaking, n wishing i am with someone now'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TMCcZdkHOdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xkK7HsTqgss/s72-c/CIMG1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-2100573938687370817</id><published>2010-10-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:20:19.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn in Canterbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X_cpg1PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/m6IYoXHsBYo/s1600/CIMG1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813402502878450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X_cpg1PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/m6IYoXHsBYo/s320/CIMG1760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Dover:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cross the road, and cars will stop to let u cross:) Take a ferry from here, you can get to France and visit Paris, the city of love. This encourages the spontaneous people to just hop on the ferry and there! PARIS, Eiffel tower!! &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoking Hot and romantic french guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X_IUDXuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7dR51A9G2SM/s1600/68956_450890467415_656437415_5232730_696111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813397044158178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X_IUDXuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7dR51A9G2SM/s320/68956_450890467415_656437415_5232730_696111_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the leaves turn brown to mark the beginning of autumn:), U wake up in the morning, open your windows, you won't realise it's morning. Sunlight is so rare here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Best excuse to be late for class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I can't wake up because the sun did not greet me morning today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X-36npGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/RsGBFpQ2PU0/s1600/CIMG1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813392642516066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X-36npGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/RsGBFpQ2PU0/s320/CIMG1777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see ducks here, this was in Leeds Castle's premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X-Wz9ZAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/60GTOsWqYCc/s1600/CIMG1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813383756211202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X-Wz9ZAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/60GTOsWqYCc/s320/CIMG1770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Guys, guess how old &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's 27 btw)*&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the ever cheeky bobby lee fan-Atiyah*and oops..I forgot her name again:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She fell off her bike and had seven stitches on her chin because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X919sMNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/j7-tUyfW3Qw/s1600/CIMG1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813374938656978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X919sMNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/j7-tUyfW3Qw/s320/CIMG1675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The scenery here in Canterbury is so pretty, I wish to whip out my camera during my walk home to snap a picture to prolong that beauty. Sadly, I don't have a camera phone with me .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overlooking the field, you see loads of quaint buildings,and by far the canterbury cathedral is the tallest building amongst all. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; heard that any buildings that were build were only allowed to build at a height shorter than the cathedral. :) Strange eh, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Besides, I love it here, basically it's all so great, beautiful and welcoming. But, I feel so homesick. I was in need of the loos at night one day in the city centre, rushed to the public toilet only to realise, it's over office hours, and even answering a nature's call will have to wait until I get home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was closed after 5, could you believe that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I wish the rain could mask my tears!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I couldn't find the ingredients I need for asian cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Got this in reply:" U're in an English country, doubt u'll get much chinese food here, snap out of it!" *sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess they couldn't understand. I feel homesick and that made me feel even worse. Then when i was checking out at the counter, it was my first time, he got frustrated and helped me instead while scolding me all the way unti I flinched. Sat alone in the bus, while my british friend went to chat with his housemates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I remembered something my hallmate told me before. She felt so homesick she made out with a guy who's ugly to her just because she needed a good hug. Hmmm.. I think I could relate to that. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess I really crave a good hug right now:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all from me. Nick, Jeremy and James, I really miss you guys!! Nick, I prefer shopping with u much more. Jeremy and james, I miss you!! I miss how u could both be so understanding. Kuan yu and Sam, I missed the days where we would eat a thai lunch and eat all we want at petaling street. Sherry, Poh Yen and Koh Han, you're probably my best shopping mates:) We have similar taste!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toodles for now, sorry to end my post on a sad note. But I'll be okay soon enough:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO guys!! Hope to see you all soon!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7643742198137753020-2100573938687370817?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2100573938687370817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-in-canterbury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2100573938687370817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2100573938687370817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-in-canterbury.html' title='Autumn in Canterbury'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TL3X_cpg1PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/m6IYoXHsBYo/s72-c/CIMG1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-829633290245281813</id><published>2010-10-17T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:12:59.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtYVZ8rTGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WJKJ-dsdX3I/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529110092293295202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtYVZ8rTGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WJKJ-dsdX3I/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss my granny:( I wish she could fly over here and accompany me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The way she cooks so well with ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the way she is capable of doing everything with her age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the way she listens to my stories and accounts of my daily life without scolding or nagging at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the way she just pampers us with good food:( I miss her loads.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-829633290245281813?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/829633290245281813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-my-granny-i-wish-she-could-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/829633290245281813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/829633290245281813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-my-granny-i-wish-she-could-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtYVZ8rTGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WJKJ-dsdX3I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-162150544534123870</id><published>2010-10-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:06:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing a new culture</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I went drinking with my coursemates:Philip, Lik Ho, and his sis, Wan Yiee:) *With loads or reluctance and hesitations* Drank 3 shots in a row and almost stumbled down the stairs halfway during bar crawling. I know, I'm such a bad drinker right guys?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHLLLe-vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qh8r9bu52_U/s1600/69444_1575290618716_1129087392_31623792_6454949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529091224832506610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHLLLe-vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qh8r9bu52_U/s320/69444_1575290618716_1129087392_31623792_6454949_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; N sadly I've not met my very own Clark Kent yet. Hope u guys aren't thinking that he's my new bf or sth, because he's taken:) N I am a good girl, I don't go for guys who r taken. N thanks to him, I wasn't drunk cuz he drank the rest of my shots:) Weeee~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHKymA8oI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bU9vZTswOR8/s1600/66311_1575302459012_1129087392_31623810_353502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529091218232898178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHKymA8oI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bU9vZTswOR8/s320/66311_1575302459012_1129087392_31623810_353502_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wan yiee, Phillip and me:)I'm all red n dizzy here already, Pity me:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHKjyEv4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/2JmMcTEPciQ/s1600/72583_450891012415_656437415_5232741_3701837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529091214256947074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHKjyEv4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/2JmMcTEPciQ/s320/72583_450891012415_656437415_5232741_3701837_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole a.k.a. Lick who,me, Philip and Aveena:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHKffOnvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gAw0yZK-FsI/s1600/62880_1474505776956_1063025188_31097075_5123805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529091213104160498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHKffOnvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gAw0yZK-FsI/s320/62880_1474505776956_1063025188_31097075_5123805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going international now:) Jabriel(spanish)p.s.:when he speaks, I can almost melt!! His voice is so sexy!! Nick from brunei, and Joe from Malaysia as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHJsZgRyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vHNLsrfUp5w/s1600/39571_450892757415_656437415_5232789_5927219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529091199389943586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHJsZgRyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vHNLsrfUp5w/s320/39571_450892757415_656437415_5232789_5927219_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for the first time in my whole 18th years of life, I CLIMBED A TREE:) Weee~~!! It is such an accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-162150544534123870?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/162150544534123870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/experiencing-new-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/162150544534123870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/162150544534123870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/10/experiencing-new-culture.html' title='Experiencing a new culture'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TLtHLLLe-vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qh8r9bu52_U/s72-c/69444_1575290618716_1129087392_31623792_6454949_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-575842856584461378</id><published>2010-09-06T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:08:54.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving the country!!!</title><content type='html'>Wooohooo!!! I looked at my calendar n gasped, I am flying off to the UK next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself from feeling all afraid and anxious to know what comes next. After all, by leaving home, I'm leaving my comfort zone-my family and my sweetest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not land at Timbuktu, I shall not land at Timbuktu!! As if by chanting it, I won't land at the wrong country:P That's to u, esther and kuan yew:) I shall find my way, and conquer my bad sense of direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-575842856584461378?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/575842856584461378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-leaving-country.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/575842856584461378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/575842856584461378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-leaving-country.html' title='I&apos;m leaving the country!!!'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-7144247948881829812</id><published>2010-07-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:32:11.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permissible outrage</title><content type='html'>College days is over, waiting for A level results and I got rejected by Great Eastern for the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;How miserable can things go?? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494372107321244290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TD_uUjiyeoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HtInpJz06ME/s320/312881.jpg" /&gt;Good luck, Joshua and May Ling, looking forward to see u both come out in the newspaper all glorious and beaming after winning the scholarship. You have my full support!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO yaaa!! I got myself a cocktail dress for this Saturday. That sweet red hot piece of dress costs me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM169&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I did the maths n realised, that equals to roughly 30 hours of work. SIgh..all gone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my utmost horror, when i came back, My mom told me that my dad ain't gonna let me wear it to the wedding dinner, because it's too low at the front:( DAd!! It's just part of the cleavage that could be seen, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND I"M ALREADY 19, I dun Need your permission for this&lt;/span&gt;. Not being rude, but just being reasonable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-7144247948881829812?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/7144247948881829812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/07/permissible-outrage.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7144247948881829812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7144247948881829812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/07/permissible-outrage.html' title='Permissible outrage'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TD_uUjiyeoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HtInpJz06ME/s72-c/312881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-7067364053778611195</id><published>2010-07-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:29:41.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say "Road Kill", I say Anxiety Kills!</title><content type='html'>It has been 3 working days since last Friday, but I have not gotten wind of any news or any call from Great Eastern. May Ling and Xin Chean both got their calls of whether they're shortlisted or not for the next round. SIGh.. I hope the call comes now or tomorrow, be it a yes or no, I WANT AN ANSWER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEeeeeeeee! I passed my undang test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise, my name came up in the newspapers!! wee haaa!! :) Bristol, Babe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-7067364053778611195?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/7067364053778611195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say-road-kill-i-say-anxiety-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7067364053778611195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7067364053778611195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say-road-kill-i-say-anxiety-kills.html' title='They say &quot;Road Kill&quot;, I say Anxiety Kills!'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4603388991839517964</id><published>2010-07-10T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:17:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarships and the headaches involved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OOpsie It's been 3 months or so since I've last touch this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just a quickie update for u guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492213923987549506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TDhDdwG7bUI/AAAAAAAAATo/BFwGRarKLFw/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've been so busy and obsessed in applying for sholarships and waiting for news patiently yet totally forgot to worry about my a level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Shell, Got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, phone interview didn;t go well cuz they did not send me an email to prepare me as promised. Everything asked was answered inpromtu:( Soon wei got his e mail!!! That's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next few weeks the reply from Uni of Kent and Maxis came, another huge disappointment and waste of time cum effort.&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this monday, after scheduling a meet up with my besties for a makan session in Petaling St, I had to cancel with them cuz I've just received a call from Great Eastern saying I am shortlisted for their preliminary scholarship assessment essay. The best thing was, I'm supposed to finish the essay in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 24 hours time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I feel so sorry that i had to ffk on my friends, but if i do get this, I'll surely belanja all of you a haagen daaz ice cream:) Soon wei, I know i still owe you one, by the time i get my paycheck, U'll get your treat as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day presented another boring task to complete-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTEND A 7 HOURS UNDANG TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 days after I wrote my essay, I thought I could finally rest and get a good night's sleep. Another call came, this time, I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shortlisted&lt;/span&gt; for their panel interviews the next day itself. Imagine my excitement and nerve wrecking moments. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492213944058519058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TDhDe64OHhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kSL-AY9jRIU/s320/0511-1001-2200-5358_Nervous_Girl_Biting_Her_Fingernails_clipart_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we were shown to a living hall to have a breakfast together with the other 13 shortlisted applicants. I saw Xin chean too:) Finally I found a school mate I'm acquainted with. 2 Assessment tests was given, one an IQ test, comprising of general knowledge, Mathematics and also our knowledge of the insurance company. The next one was just a simple essay:) Loved writing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour's wait, all three judges of the panel came. Imagine our shock when we realised we were going to get interviewed by 3 judges in a glass room!!! We were arranged in pairs to save time, the interviewers were a bit intimidating, but the friendly atmosphere they created made us comfortable and at ease, performing our best in the first. I made a few major blunders in the first interview with the 2 ladies. Sigh..hope they don't penalise me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second interview with a guy who's said to be quite sharp by those who got interviewed turned out to be quite encouraging. He actually told me and my partner, he was quite impressed with the both of us.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I was beaming, smiling foolishly from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But what truly scares me is that my partner did way better than I did, as she knows what she is expecting in the Actuarial Science field as she had an internship with an Actuarial consultant company. I'm not being humble, it's the harsh truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had a destress session with Jun yong, Kuan yu, and Samuel. It was really nice to see Sam's face when he loses haha!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He lost his manhood, he said after losing to me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's all from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7643742198137753020-4603388991839517964?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4603388991839517964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/07/scholarships-and-headaches-involved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4603388991839517964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4603388991839517964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/07/scholarships-and-headaches-involved.html' title='Scholarships and the headaches involved'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/TDhDdwG7bUI/AAAAAAAAATo/BFwGRarKLFw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6539594158272902306</id><published>2010-03-17T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T04:38:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The closer u get to someone, the harder it is for u to part with them</title><content type='html'>My bro asked me to join him for an ice skating trip to sunway pyramid again last saturday. This time, it was with his friends. Hey hey hey, it's a pretty good exercise for our lower backs. Now i have a slight line down the middle of my back. yippeee!! For a girl who has zero muscles on her body, that provides a reason for celebration. At first, it was pretty awkward with his friends since i don't even know them. And then One of the guys tried to teach me how to skate properly not walk on ice. It's something nice that someone actually offered to teach me, unlike my bro who syoks sendiri skating as fast as he could not minding me at all. Albeit the awkward part of him holding my hand while teaching me, i guess i did my best. By the end of the day, i can skate wit a lil'-less risk of dropping. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our A levels results came out on wednesday. I must admit even though i did quite well( not bragging, just being to happy with them) in most of them, I'm still pretty disappointed when i saw i got a BIG FAt horrendous C polluting my results sheet on my Eng Literature subject. Sigh, made the most effort for it, lets me down the most. 1 more mark to B some more. Thank God i dropped the subject. Good riddance, and a better timetable for me. Cheers peeps!:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Izzie back for the weekend. Our handsome Golden retriever certainly steals the hearts of many. My bro brought him up Broga hill. Izzie became an instant celebrity amongst the girls and hikers there. Well, what to say, even my good looking bro was ignored when they saw Izzie. Love her so much, but it felt like something was missing when i open the door on monday. She wasn't there to take her string to me, asking for a walk. I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6539594158272902306?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6539594158272902306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/03/closer-u-get-to-someone-harder-it-is.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6539594158272902306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6539594158272902306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/03/closer-u-get-to-someone-harder-it-is.html' title='The closer u get to someone, the harder it is for u to part with them'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-1137698629292228127</id><published>2010-03-09T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:31:42.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice skating-esctasy from liberation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S5Yr_GDDlXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/218Cw9ivbDk/s1600-h/hr_alice_in_wonderland_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend has indeed been just a very short one. Let me explain to u guys why I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5th of Mac:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with Samuel and Kuan Yu for a shopping spree for good CHINESE food in Brickfields to fill our stomachs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Note the Caps Lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Brickfields, otherwise more known as the Little India, there are ample mamak stalls around, but with chinese food, hard to find. I ate 2 lunches, only one of them was satisfying to my stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for Kuan Yu to finish her classes before we finally headed off to Mid Valley to Join Jing Xian, Vanessa, Caryn(the other one from my college), Hon Yen and Alex to watch Alice in Wonderland in 3D form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446589155392415810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S5Yr-sSo6EI/AAAAAAAAASw/T5X7RKFOsJI/s320/e13bf58ceaf90a70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gothic Anne Hatthaway as White Queen. love this dark side of her but dislike the way she walks with both hands high in the air like a bimbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446589148450400626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S5Yr-SbiKXI/AAAAAAAAASo/o3-dzbL2EoY/s320/alice_in_wonderland-202x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Mad Hatter: played by Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mad hatter&lt;/span&gt;: Am I Mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, in fact, You have gone bonkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mad Hatter:&lt;/span&gt; Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But let me tell you a secret, most mad people are Geniuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I shall be mad:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice entering into her wonderland, where imaginations run wild. I love the flowers most and the way they could talk expressively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fantastic, being able to watch it in 3 dimension for the first time. Although it's pricey, but one movie that's truly worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My favourite Character:the always smiling Cheshire cat. Love the way it played a fool of the Foolish Red Queen. Wearing Mad Hatter's famous hat and disappearing at the moment of execution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446589145386424722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S5Yr-HBBmZI/AAAAAAAAASg/avFR6VYwGuY/s320/6352_13243886651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Red Queen: her size of head represents the extremity of bitchiness of this Queen. Selfish, superficial and shrilling queen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446589138229563538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S5Yr9sWskJI/AAAAAAAAASY/IrSAXCoLIsQ/s320/5305_5707728721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After the movie, By nine at night, I went off to join Revolution Youth members for a mamak moment at Piccadily(nice bar/restaurant with a romantic ambience playing upbeat songs) at Millenium Square. It was Damien's birthday, wrote something cheeky on his birthday card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6th of March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Accounts extra classes half of the day, and cursing myself for even going. At night, went for a cozy gathering with my father's side's sisters and family. Absolutely love my Uncle's stories and his good cooking skills. Got all dizzy and drunk on 3 types of wine. Two red wines and one rice wine my uncle made-the best one ever, u should try:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7th of march:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended church with eyes half open at 6.45 in the morning. Had a short nap before my aunts and my cousin brother with his friends woke me up with the door bell. Went on a leisure trip to Sunway Pyramid to ice skate. OMG got to see the other side of my cousin bro treating his girlfriend. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(p.s:She's so hot and pretty, he's got good taste.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My cousin bro, who knows how to skate, was very willing to spend all his time holding her hand instead of having fun on the ice skating rink. Her shoe lace went loose and guess what he did?? He Actually bent down and tied it for her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AWWWWwwww...&lt;/span&gt; that's just so sweet.&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/7643742198137753020-1137698629292228127?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/1137698629292228127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/03/ice-skating-esctasy-from-liberation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/1137698629292228127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/1137698629292228127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/03/ice-skating-esctasy-from-liberation.html' title='Ice skating-esctasy from liberation'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S5Yr-sSo6EI/AAAAAAAAASw/T5X7RKFOsJI/s72-c/e13bf58ceaf90a70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3748415326845435140</id><published>2010-03-01T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:53:09.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Ball 2010, big blast with bizarre,interesting performances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beautiful and the gorgeous:)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4u3KFSGjaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xscLcTvR298/s1600-h/14993_373689084828_611499828_5199595_4590244_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443645958452055458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4u3KFSGjaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xscLcTvR298/s320/14993_373689084828_611499828_5199595_4590244_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;yi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4uwZJTrVBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3AgYnXx-99M/s1600-h/25689_376088907575_730177575_5107397_6918953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443638520649045010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4uwZJTrVBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3AgYnXx-99M/s320/25689_376088907575_730177575_5107397_6918953_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; me and the twins:) yin ling and yin yee. hope i got their names right:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4uwY81XXwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lODw4lrBTJE/s1600-h/26062_497277865231_522230231_11495469_5584851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443638517300682498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4uwY81XXwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lODw4lrBTJE/s320/26062_497277865231_522230231_11495469_5584851_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; me, sandy,mei cheen,dunno what's her name, maya, shudipta,dunno who she is and forgot her name...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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_5443638513513535954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4uwYuucGdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YTnZgZUtJvE/s320/23980_327039619159_555629159_3618408_4013451_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me and james's pretty gal, Yu wern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443638506321957186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4uwYT71UUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0Bq3Rs1x5C4/s320/24384_352968099457_623869457_4919040_5304240_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all in black:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;vanessa,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's Ob night was held in the Renaissance Hotel, pretty much more expensive food and also delicious ones in here. The performances were so entertaining. The group who danced enthusiastically to the Korean Song "Nobody" was the best. Even the "cute guy" i used to have a little crush on was in there&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.(P.s:This dance makes girls look sexxayy and cute, and guys..ahemhemhem,gay-ish) &lt;/span&gt;They won the Best performance awards wei!! Congrats to them, and also for me who has good taste in guys:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first time i'm out till midnight and my parents didn't querry:) I'm loving this freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7643742198137753020-3748415326845435140?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3748415326845435140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/03/orientation-ball-2010-big-blast-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3748415326845435140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3748415326845435140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/03/orientation-ball-2010-big-blast-with.html' title='Orientation Ball 2010, big blast with bizarre,interesting performances'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S4u3KFSGjaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xscLcTvR298/s72-c/14993_373689084828_611499828_5199595_4590244_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-1156949369483907197</id><published>2010-02-04T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:55:10.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfamiliar surroundings, new ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whole new semester, new faces and even a facelift for our *extremely small college*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty embarassing on the first day i came back to Methodist College after our long break, i couldn't even be certain which entrance to walk into. Turn around, blink an eye, one year has passed, but i still have my familiar faces around me:) Now that feels likes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance of my new timetable, i gasped&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My class starts at noon on tuesdays! yeah!! finally i have late classes. The only bad thing i could find in my situation now is that, i have SUPER LONG BREAKS!! 4 to 5 hours and a half a day. That was until our classmate, Nicholas Chai went to complain about it. and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; there goes my breaks(no shopping anymore:&lt;)&lt;/span&gt; Even though now, my classes all end before 4.30..I still have to go back at the same time anyway. So what difference does it makes?? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*shrugs her shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hehe..now it's ragging week until next Tuesday. The juniors are gonna be bullied "gao gao" by us seniors to do several crazy stuffs just to get our signatures. Some got asked to lick another guy's belly button while others got called to propose to the opposite sex. Disgusting but fun for us. TOo bad, thath's the way to get accepted as a true MCKLian. Nice way to socialise eh?? Dun u guys think so?? It's really a funny sight to see some of the seniors, my classmates swarmed by a group of juniors just for a signature, until i couldn't see their faces. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho!! tomorrow there's a sale for books for less in YMCA:) good news for bookworms like me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-1156949369483907197?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/1156949369483907197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/02/unfamiliar-surroundings-new-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/1156949369483907197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/1156949369483907197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/02/unfamiliar-surroundings-new-ones.html' title='Unfamiliar surroundings, new ones'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6795263003139201639</id><published>2010-01-31T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:52:15.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S2ZdPV2qahI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uTGBackfcOk/s1600-h/932-China_Google_sff_embedded_prod_affiliate_56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433132518614919698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S2ZdPV2qahI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uTGBackfcOk/s320/932-China_Google_sff_embedded_prod_affiliate_56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Google has been the most popular search engine in the world that it has become a household name everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next, meet it's "so-called" sister, gooje.com.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S2ZdO_floGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/nUyyCsJm2d8/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433132512612556898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S2ZdO_floGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/nUyyCsJm2d8/s320/logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the difference??&lt;br /&gt; China really has the guts to go ahead with imitating goods. And now, Gooje.com.. Google is surely gonna sue their asses until it burns a permanent hole in this website's founders for infringements of copyrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6795263003139201639?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6795263003139201639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/google-has-been-most-popular-search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6795263003139201639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6795263003139201639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/google-has-been-most-popular-search.html' title=''/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S2ZdPV2qahI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uTGBackfcOk/s72-c/932-China_Google_sff_embedded_prod_affiliate_56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3307849460192615171</id><published>2010-01-23T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:38:37.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping at 6 in the morning..half awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430171161386929266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S1vX5qgJzHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VpO983PdTyw/s320/legion-b-535x187.jpg" /&gt;Legion generated all kinds of responses from the audience. When God loses faith in his creation:humankind, he sends a legion of angels to destroy the world and wipe out humankind.THat's the catchline that kept me interested to watch this movie. It;s really not that hard to believe that God might lose faith in us or that the world is coming to an end. But what made me startled was the few facts that the angels that were supposed to protect and guide us are the ones that are going to destroy us, and an old kindly looking Granny suddenly bit a guy's neck to half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S1vX5UrucBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TJigyM6nDNI/s1600-h/22377_269454689796_829034796_3249696_3599679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430171155529887762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S1vX5UrucBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TJigyM6nDNI/s320/22377_269454689796_829034796_3249696_3599679_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our friendship tokens:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75% of my effort to prepare for my exams is done. Mechanics, my greatest fear, Statistics and Accounting paper(my absolute paranoia subject) the one that makes me sweat on the palms... all three of them are over, FINALLY. Accounting was the greatest disappointment to me. At least i worked so hard yet, i couldn't even answer one of the questions. sigh.. Especially when we walked out of the exam hall when everyone else is discussing about the questions, that includes me, saddens me even more. The last battle against economics unit 3 is yet to be fought. Cross my fingers that I'll do well in this one.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430171151570068098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S1vX5F7oYoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/w7q8oTJTky8/s320/22377_269454589796_829034796_3249693_627734_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then,"Sleepover at my place, people!" a text message from Gesh made me smile:) and off we went to her house for an all girl's slumber party. Dinner at the mamak stall made me realise one thing. of the five of us, only gesh has her driving license. Way to go girl! you're our hero. (her parking skills are a bit.. hm..) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430171147324031458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S1vX42HTAeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0N9MgnF08fY/s320/22377_269415304796_829034796_3249518_3463232_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the always hyper gesh, the sneaky vanessa, dreamy yet intelligent yee voon, me and the absolutely bubbly anith:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played a Truth or Dare game to lighten our hearts and also reveal our deeper secrets. hm..At least, this won't go anywhere outside our group. After all the teasings from Vanessa all these times, hehe i certainly made her pay back hahaha.. by some dares i challenged her to do,including calling some despo guy. Let's hope he won;t bug her for the rest of her life. Through this, we've got to learn that some of us aren't even as innocent as we thought after all:P tsk tsk...&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/7643742198137753020-3307849460192615171?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3307849460192615171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/legion-generated-all-kinds-of-responses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3307849460192615171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3307849460192615171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/legion-generated-all-kinds-of-responses.html' title='Sleeping at 6 in the morning..half awake'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S1vX5qgJzHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VpO983PdTyw/s72-c/legion-b-535x187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-47990381476083255</id><published>2010-01-04T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:32:12.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone, but i shall not starve to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spider crabs in Jaya 33(p.s: burns a really big hole in your pocket. RM219 perKG) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423135931905836594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0LZZaXnhjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PhOl_1zrfv8/s320/CIMG1095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the super small flower crabs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423135936607877362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0LZZr4q-PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uWU2LLE8_48/s320/CIMG1098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally came up with my very own New year's resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. to get a scholarship with 3 straight a's in my a levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. gain some weight to get some people to stop thinking of me as the one with the shrivelled shoulders or the skinny one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. learn how to cook some meat dishes^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hehe..this is my first attempt guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After seasoning the chicken with some wine and dong guai with soya sauce, and waiting for hours before steaming it. Impatiently waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll present you with my very first self-cooked&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dong Guai Chicken dish:&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yippedeedo!! Mission accomplished^^ MMMmmmm..yummy(1 big flaw though: not enough colour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423135926760537762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0LZZHM4fqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NNQ5dw5TPrI/s320/CIMG1105.JPG" /&gt;The birthday girl for the day(4th jan):&gt; my mom&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423135921129795442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0LZYyOaL3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/JEcuX6OCU4Y/s320/CIMG1101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423135914916355138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0LZYbFAnEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CMu-kaR8DQs/s320/CIMG1100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The miserable twin crab dish we ordered that costed us RM30... when my mom could have just buy 4 BIGGER crabs and cooked it better with just RM12 gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-47990381476083255?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/47990381476083255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-alone-but-i-shall-not-starve-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/47990381476083255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/47990381476083255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-alone-but-i-shall-not-starve-to.html' title='Home alone, but i shall not starve to death'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0LZZaXnhjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PhOl_1zrfv8/s72-c/CIMG1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3308377367116106237</id><published>2010-01-02T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:36:11.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal behaviour and some ridiculous stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0AXlvjnCPI/AAAAAAAAANg/sHAUfKVSLjY/s1600-h/CIMG1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422359888542501106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0AXlvjnCPI/AAAAAAAAANg/sHAUfKVSLjY/s320/CIMG1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These Japanese Koi kept swimming in circles. won't they get dizzy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0AUVgcjgzI/AAAAAAAAANY/ck2BGfxiYkk/s1600-h/CIMG1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422356311073588018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0AUVgcjgzI/AAAAAAAAANY/ck2BGfxiYkk/s320/CIMG1043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Maybe we should call it a cows crossing.. not zebra crossing:&gt; they've just proved their point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOOOO!!Mooooo!! Moooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ISSUE OF USING 'ALLAH' IN NON-MUSLIM PUBLICATIONS MUST BE HANDLED WISELY - SHAHRIZAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="provider-afp" class="provider-logo" href="http://mys.rd.yahoo.com/partners/bernama/SIG=117o0k5d4/**http%3A%2F%2Fwww.bernamamedia.com%2F"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernama - Saturday, January 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, Jan 1 (Bernama) -- The issue of non-Muslims using the word 'Allah' must be handled with utmost care by all parties involved said Datuk Seri Shahrizat Abdul Jalil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Actually, non-Muslims in the country accept the fact that the word 'Allah' belongs to Muslims. I am concerned that the issue can 'explode' if not handled wisely and with utmost care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL..I never knew issues could explode..hahaa.. And says who the non-muslims in the country have accepted that fact?? if they have, why a court case??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"In a country like Malaysia, culture, tradition, convention and ethics, apart from the law, play a critical role in ensuring harmony among the races," she said in a statement here today.&lt;br /&gt;Shahrizat who is also the Umno Wanita Chief said the wing would always monitor the situation of the case and would wait for the appeal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then maybe some politicians should do their part as malaysians, specifically as politicians to fight for matters of the country not turning matters of religion into a political issue?? Am i right, people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, the High Court ruled that the Catholic weekly, The Herald, can use the word 'Allah' in its articles to propagate Christianity among its followers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge Datuk Lau Bee Lian had ruled that usage of the word was constitutional as long as the periodical was confined to educate the followers of the Christian faith.&lt;br /&gt;-- BERNAMA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personally, if they can come up with a good reasonable reason why "allah" should only be used by the Muslim, I'll accept them too. I meant absolutely no insult to the Islam God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7643742198137753020-3308377367116106237?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3308377367116106237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/animal-behaviour-and-some-ridiculous.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3308377367116106237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3308377367116106237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/animal-behaviour-and-some-ridiculous.html' title='Animal behaviour and some ridiculous stuffs'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0AXlvjnCPI/AAAAAAAAANg/sHAUfKVSLjY/s72-c/CIMG1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4888205562059227422</id><published>2010-01-02T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:49:23.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld lang syne 2009, and Aloha 2010:&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Sorry i've been a bit slow in updating my blog. Reason: having a sweet vacation with my other half:P i wish...^ ^&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422354015746741138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0ASP5r_U5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0-aTfETzbFA/s320/CIMG1035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422354002991347714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0ASPKK3eAI/AAAAAAAAANI/4NnjnKXsV0k/s320/CIMG1028.JPG" /&gt;Happy New Year Peeps! Thought of your new year's resolutions yet?? Some might aim for not falling in love with anyone this year, just like how I did last year, but alas! I failed keeping to that resolution. Why? cuz that's absolutely impossible. Feelings and matters of the heart can't go according to what our mind wants us to feel. If u get me..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422353997389346450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0ASO1TPtpI/AAAAAAAAANA/omV5oHqcvpg/s320/CIMG1024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aloha Penang:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our trip to Penang was more of a road trip filled with good food and loads more of food. What can I say?? Penang is known for its good food and maybe it's temples. Maybe i should just let the pictures talk for themselves as they say pictures speak a thousand words, much more valuable than mine:P &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422353988591880386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0ASOUhxCMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qQqVhtKF5FM/s320/CIMG0998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My bro, my cousins and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422353986663356114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0ASONV-FtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4j74jERFbeg/s320/CIMG0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One big happy family:&gt; Actually it's two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-4888205562059227422?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4888205562059227422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/auld-lang-syne-2009-and-aloha-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4888205562059227422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4888205562059227422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2010/01/auld-lang-syne-2009-and-aloha-2010.html' title='Auld lang syne 2009, and Aloha 2010:&gt;'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/S0ASP5r_U5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0-aTfETzbFA/s72-c/CIMG1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-323403089161935062</id><published>2009-12-24T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:52:13.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Christmas where are you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SzNDf3JHVMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/whuZghl5j9A/s1600-h/Santa-Clause-1209236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418748991314023618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SzNDf3JHVMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/whuZghl5j9A/s320/Santa-Clause-1209236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will Santa creep into my room and leave me my presents today? how i wish it would really happen. I'll even consider that a miracle^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's christmas eve and i've not even got the jolly mood for christmas yet.. sigh.. How i wish to be a little girl again, where i'll receive presents from my relatives and friends. How does Jesus looks when he was wrapped in a tiny bundle in a manger?? still smiling with that innocent glow in his face?? I'm starting to wonder, right at that moment did he know the purpose why he was sent to this world?? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418748985574136738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SzNDfhwnm6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/iSx6ewDtIGU/s320/Baby-Christmas-Balls-1357574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awwww!! so cute!! Maybe i should make a wish that I'll be able to do a plastic surgery and change my face into that of a baby. So adorable that i feel like hugging him in my arms and protect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A few days ago, i went out with someone i used to like without any expectations in mind. After meeting him for another movie date, i feel so jumpy, excited and all smiling. What is wrong with me?? Are those feelings making a comeback?? The fact that he still kept the movie tickets we first went out made me so touched. will he always surprise me that way? I feel so clueless. I'm so darn confuse about my feelings. I hate to admit this, you still have that effect on me. *helpless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Avatar is a great movie. Lo and behold, a science fiction that attracts me in it's own ways. i didn't really expect any romance to appear in it. Yee Voon, sorry i said that to you:&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's a nice movie by the way..just a little long winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG yee voon!! hehe sorry my reaction's abit slow..hhaha.. u guys should check out this link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imasocialanimal.blogpsot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.imasocialanimal.blogpsot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can't believe this, same blogspot address but check out the contradicting add(social animal) then the posts in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-323403089161935062?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/323403089161935062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-santa-creep-into-my-room-and-leave.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/323403089161935062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/323403089161935062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-santa-creep-into-my-room-and-leave.html' title='Christmas, Christmas where are you??'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SzNDf3JHVMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/whuZghl5j9A/s72-c/Santa-Clause-1209236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-5216376192134576464</id><published>2009-12-12T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:57:19.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Uttered Out of a SIncere Heart Touches The Soul</title><content type='html'>"have you guys prayed while i've been away, folks??"asked the priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I have prayed for months for food since christmas is just around the corner while i have so many hungry children to feed. And then a miracle happened, God sent you guys to come with a truckload of rice for us. I'm so very thankful." &lt;/span&gt;Mak Ros-the leader of the Aborigines family of Batu tiga. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414314509715299874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SyOCXD3S3iI/AAAAAAAAALw/q6fgNdI6tag/s320/n196460554280_3639.jpg" /&gt;Sincerely that really touched our hearts for us city people to travel so far from KL to Kuantan just to give them a short visit. The smiles on their faces were more than enough for us i guess:&gt; Although the christmas songs we've presented to them weren't truly practiced well, p.s: our bad!(we even forgot the lyrics at one end), they helped us to fill in the blanks. In the end, it is not the long journey that matters, but the smiles we've lighted up on their lives that count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly a queer sight for me as i noticed there are only women in the household. Where are the men?? Then i learnt, these folks' husbands, the breadwinners are away working overseas like in Singapore, Thailand and so on. As we all know when guys have success and riches, some would result in having affairs and even mistresses. When these happen, the wives at home are left abandoned without anyone to take care of their welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was once this husband who left for a logging company in Thailand. Needless to say what our fair neighbours are famous with, yes u guessed it!- prostitutes(in better words,service providers) He had a one night stand with a hooker and alas! He contracted AIDS from her. It's even sadder to hear that his one mistake has costed two innocent babies of his to contract this scary disease&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; BABIES!!!&lt;/span&gt; Can you feel my outrage?? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They're so innocent, why should they be punished by their father's mistake??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of us RYM youth members went for our dinner, at 10:( sad empty stomachs&lt;br /&gt;shall upload the pictures soon when the cameramen have uploaded theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-5216376192134576464?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/5216376192134576464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-uttered-out-of-sincere-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/5216376192134576464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/5216376192134576464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-uttered-out-of-sincere-heart.html' title='Words Uttered Out of a SIncere Heart Touches The Soul'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SyOCXD3S3iI/AAAAAAAAALw/q6fgNdI6tag/s72-c/n196460554280_3639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3316907452455325783</id><published>2009-12-01T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:57:07.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08's 5 akik gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO81U1QYI/AAAAAAAAALY/CvsN3iP_-PA/s1600/Pic0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410246965624914306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO81U1QYI/AAAAAAAAALY/CvsN3iP_-PA/s320/Pic0333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vanessa and I:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will happen when all 15 girls who have not met for a whole year gathers together?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;havoc? chaos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first minute i stepped into their sights, wow!! CARRRRYYYYNNN!! That high pitched voice, easily distinguished amongst others screaming for me..hui chi..Miss you all so much!!lol..I wonder whether i was that popular in my class before this. Mind you, it's in Wong Kok Chan Teng...and everyone was eating happily until the screams started...OMG..my presence turned heads..this is bad:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO8gMYcMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PK4IQnHOSbw/s1600/16346_189004169485_795374485_2788850_7288859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410246959952326850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO8gMYcMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PK4IQnHOSbw/s320/16346_189004169485_795374485_2788850_7288859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st row from left to right* jia woon*Yen Yee*Yee teng*Pei san*Jennifer Eng*Hoi yee*Chen Li*&lt;br /&gt;2nd row: *Pui Kei*Stephanie*Hui chi*Shu shyan*Vanessa*Yee Voon*Me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO8cqfE_I/AAAAAAAAALI/rObNi1kfvv8/s1600/14340_186221144730_553689730_2757338_7103729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410246959004849138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO8cqfE_I/AAAAAAAAALI/rObNi1kfvv8/s320/14340_186221144730_553689730_2757338_7103729_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besties forever!! hm..too bad this pic lacked Geshie and Anith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO8PKxcAI/AAAAAAAAALA/z5OEZYKXz70/s1600/14340_186221169730_553689730_2757342_2179405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410246955382173698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO8PKxcAI/AAAAAAAAALA/z5OEZYKXz70/s320/14340_186221169730_553689730_2757342_2179405_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Absolutely miss u guys: pui kei, Pei san, Jia woon and Chen li..they never could fail from making me burst into laughter. Pei San provided us with daily scoops of gossips from our past classmates' love life. It's absolutely hilarious and wonderful how some people can change dramatically once they have a boyfriend, especially Wai yen. I do admire my lil' friend's courage, i guess i'll never dare to go up to a random hunk at an LRT station and ask for his number.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410246947642032370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO7yVYQPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pens_NytE78/s320/14340_186221124730_553689730_2757335_6664227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-3316907452455325783?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3316907452455325783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/12/08s-5-akik-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3316907452455325783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3316907452455325783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/12/08s-5-akik-gathering.html' title='08&apos;s 5 akik gathering'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SxUO81U1QYI/AAAAAAAAALY/CvsN3iP_-PA/s72-c/Pic0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3158539059948742353</id><published>2009-11-26T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:48:25.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day=bad mood</title><content type='html'>Wow!! time flies by so fast. A year has gone since i've started attending college. I HAte KTM i hate Ktm i hate KTM...It's such a nuissance being squeezed like a lemon ready for juicing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408420004946312418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sw6RVubw_OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FsyRRjXkGVw/s320/squeezed-lemon-lemon_~921878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Goodness, it's only my third time taking it, and i'm already so sick and tired of it. Samuel, Mei Cheen, it's only now i understand your misery. Worse thing is, because i had not much place to actually stand on, i lost my balance and almost fell into a guy's laps..eewww!! Thank god, i found my balance back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, teenagers nowadays, can really be very disappointing. If they want pleasure or fun or trying something new, go pick up a sport and have all the fun they want. Why get involved in stupid stuffs like smoking, drugs and other vices??Just saw a 15 year old guy smoking like a chimney and that really makes me sigh...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408420007001843282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sw6RV2F15lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3SfaosB-Sno/s320/smoking_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe:&gt; time to drool at these steaming hot bodies:&gt; Jacob has the best ones... I am so looking forward to watch NEW MOON... p.s: and drool at jacob's body...Director, please remove the attention away from Robbert Pattinson. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408422423770977234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sw6TihQgU9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/T-xAhMYe9AI/s320/new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-3158539059948742353?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3158539059948742353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-time-flies-by-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3158539059948742353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3158539059948742353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-time-flies-by-so-fast.html' title='Bad day=bad mood'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sw6RVubw_OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FsyRRjXkGVw/s72-c/squeezed-lemon-lemon_~921878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-5670908061648496705</id><published>2009-11-15T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:08:34.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When luck turns its back on us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8HQJmsbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5PRihwgvA5o/s1600-h/ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404244910648242610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8HQJmsbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5PRihwgvA5o/s320/ian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How i wish i could just lie down on the wide green pasture,look at the sky and think about nothing else. He has smiling eyes..eyes that captured my attention and the wistful expression on his face&lt;/span&gt;. Another eye candy for the pleasure of my eyes and all:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8GzfMoGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/voESUVcacr4/s1600-h/scoop-bed_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404244902954180706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8GzfMoGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/voESUVcacr4/s320/scoop-bed_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night,all is well, joined and united. When daylight comes, the stark reality that broken and hurtful feelings well up to the surface...like a wound open up again. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then again, this piece of furniture is so unique and functional:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8GtNCOXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qg99p-dJqa0/s1600-h/life.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404244901267388786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8GtNCOXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qg99p-dJqa0/s320/life.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My heart lifted when my parents suggested a movie outing yesterday. Determined as we all were, we fought through the jam and reached Mid valley..And then we realise: there's no more parking.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *lets out a great sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That couldn't stop us three who wanted to see how the world would end in 2012, we headed off to tropicana city mall instead. Even a long line to the movie counter did not stop us and guess what?? There are no more tickets available for the movie we wanted:&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;frowns even more deeply&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Guess even God is against us in watching this movie.. or maybe maybe looking at the bright side, the world is not coming into an end after all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7643742198137753020-5670908061648496705?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/5670908061648496705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-wish-i-could-just-lie-down-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/5670908061648496705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/5670908061648496705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-wish-i-could-just-lie-down-on.html' title='When luck turns its back on us'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv-8HQJmsbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5PRihwgvA5o/s72-c/ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-7304651039793560735</id><published>2009-11-14T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:02:34.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing trials results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv5tJQvAGPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bMEfPtlGfTA/s1600-h/Gaspard+Ulliel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403876608769530098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv5tJQvAGPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bMEfPtlGfTA/s320/Gaspard+Ulliel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; could you believe this eye candy here is actually supposed to act as edward in the twilight saga??&lt;/div&gt;His name is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/span&gt; by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of this &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homeless guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robert Pattinson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403880153362654562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv5wXlX25WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ufXyFWaIcXM/s320/robert-pattinson_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My brother's wearing a bra strap.&lt;/span&gt;Oops! That was just a slip of my tongue. Haha it's actually his heart rate monitor strapped onto his chest. &lt;/p&gt;Finally the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DooMSday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;came, on Friday. Madam Chong was gonna give out our acccounting paper. Purposely took some cadbury sweets hoping the glucose could calm me down. Alas! the results came, and i lost my bet-(he'll get 89 or above for acc) to Soon Wei. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The loser will have to spend the other two scoops of Haagen Daaz ice cream. There goes almost two days worth of pocket money for me!!&lt;the&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. I hate this feeling of anxiety each time we sit for any college exams or a levels exam. each results might jeopardise our future-joking.. just our scholarship. Anything works with money.. Money speaks louder than words.Don't you guys out there agree with me?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone described me as a skinny girl with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shrivelled-looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoulders.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT IS AS IF I"M A WiltiNG PLanT!!! &lt;/span&gt;argh!! The cheek he has, that oops i forgot his name. How does a skinny girl like me get fatter without any adddition to the cellulite or fats i have on my body?? I did not ask for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403878913914740194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv5vPcEcneI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XqaDqir3IIY/s320/wilted-plant-beaker_~dsa08006.jpg" /&gt;This is crazy. I dreamnt about a guy i don't even really know twice last night. That day he asked me what song i wanted him to play for me with a guitar on his hand.. If only i'd say something and not let my curiosity roam around this way. Then maybe i won't have these sweet dreams. It's scaring me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-7304651039793560735?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/7304651039793560735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/disappointing-trials-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7304651039793560735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7304651039793560735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/disappointing-trials-results.html' title='Disappointing trials results'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sv5tJQvAGPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bMEfPtlGfTA/s72-c/Gaspard+Ulliel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-2730366948548359024</id><published>2009-11-01T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:38:20.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cemetry calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hm..i went to the cemetry yesterday...in the bright daylight of couse!! Who ever dares to walk through the silent valley up the hill with tombstones around them?? With the creepy wind sounds..and the hairs at the back of our necks standing... All sorts of images coming into our mind, white flowing figures whispering to us....it's all in the mind:&gt; At least i hope so until i see one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I spotted a broken tombstone..and wondered what really happened to it?? Unfinished business in the living world? Or avengers who can't get him since he has crossed over to the other side?? or is it that there is a killer lurking in the shadows...unsatisfied... My imagination ran wild.. curious as i am, i asked my aunt and was requested to shut my mouth..needless to say, it's superstitious?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399375619381315282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Su5vhMogxtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LljJRzJ1mAU/s320/tombstones.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see the hands of the dead reaching out to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then my wise granny told me, perhaps.. they found that the feng shui there is not good for his soul. They might have dug out his grave to incinerate his body and keep his ashes elsewhere where he could lay in peace... hm... i wonder..oh i do wonder..is it really that way??What made them think the "feng shui" of that place ain't good?? The deceased haunted his living ones in their dreams?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399375627810820754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Su5vhsCQ0pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9037gnZX-ko/s320/tombstone+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pretty cool tombstone eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-2730366948548359024?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2730366948548359024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/cemetry-calls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2730366948548359024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2730366948548359024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/11/cemetry-calls.html' title='the cemetry calls'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Su5vhMogxtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LljJRzJ1mAU/s72-c/tombstones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-3445399607165254284</id><published>2009-10-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:17:14.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i do not want to fall into another moment of your gravity...&lt;br /&gt;-gravity- by sara bareilles &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393464049368444514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Stlu-iNyLmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Z1R_EPyA9Hg/s320/imagesgravity-thumb.jpg" /&gt;but i just can't stop myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise how some people can be so mean sometimes...and somehow i regret i had to be there to see the ugly side of them exposed to me... backstabbing, gossiping, sadists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i saw u from a distance, the tune you were playing to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;draw my steps nearer to you... my favourite song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all of a sudden, my eyes narrows down its focus to you alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;excitement ran in my blood and i exclaimed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and then you turned around, our gazes locked... but i don't remember who u are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-3445399607165254284?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/3445399607165254284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-not-want-to-fall-into-another.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3445399607165254284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/3445399607165254284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-not-want-to-fall-into-another.html' title='getting personal'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Stlu-iNyLmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Z1R_EPyA9Hg/s72-c/imagesgravity-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4103979224232391591</id><published>2009-10-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:42:36.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of the world overlooked</title><content type='html'>I get lost in the beautyOf everything i see&lt;br /&gt;The world ain’t as half as bad&lt;br /&gt;As they paint it to beIf all the sons&lt;br /&gt;If all the daughters&lt;br /&gt;Stopped to take it in&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin&lt;br /&gt;It might start now.Well maybe I’m just dreaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;-come home- by one republic ft sara basseiles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-4103979224232391591?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4103979224232391591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-of-world-overlooked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4103979224232391591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4103979224232391591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-of-world-overlooked.html' title='the beauty of the world overlooked'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-2414979473368100911</id><published>2009-10-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:14:23.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when one gets reflective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/StG9hSy5lcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QE68pOQeXXA/s1600-h/hiking+trip+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391298608617854402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/StG9hSy5lcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QE68pOQeXXA/s320/hiking+trip+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's Bukit Tabur my big brother brought me too before he finally went overseas... it actually came out in the newspaper last sunday. He should really read this: If you’re scared of heights, you should give Tabur a miss. Apparently i'm one of those and i got called a sissy:&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes we reach a point in life where we find out finally that our interest may not necessarily be our strength in life. I guess i've just reached mine. Sadly though i ponder about my choices in life, trying to make up excuses not to give up on my interest, but day by day, i realise my proficiency in english is not sufficient for me to continue battling my way through the subject. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss the memories we had during some netball school training. it doesn't matters if i'm not a professional as long as i train my best and give out my best, the ending will always be happy if not bittersweet. But then is then, now is now. Life gets harder as we grow up and mature. Our desires should not exclude our consience or else we will end up doing the wrong things in life. wow..This is scary, i'm becoming so reflective all of a sudden..so unlike the usual Caryn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey gesh!! I think I've just come to know a friend just like you. your ravinder guy??still remember him?hehe.. I miss the good old days when gesh will always be picked on by me and my fellow girlfriends... Someday we'll meet up again?? and maybe prank call some guys...whoever is the unlucky one..tsk tsk..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391294549934071106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/StG51DBR3UI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5NYcDfQkjaU/s320/5975_129223148584_554838584_2374663_5773951_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;random &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-2414979473368100911?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2414979473368100911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-one-gets-reflective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2414979473368100911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2414979473368100911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-one-gets-reflective.html' title='when one gets reflective'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/StG9hSy5lcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QE68pOQeXXA/s72-c/hiking+trip+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6195556901701164941</id><published>2009-09-23T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:18:55.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with my hair all tousled and brains all wishy-washy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Staring at the blank screen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;straining my eyes and brains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to come out with something substantial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for my coursework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but my creativity juice is running out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need a title for my english literature coursework. should i write about the course of revenge or about villainy which is so hard to prove unless i'm manipulative??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6195556901701164941?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6195556901701164941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-my-hair-all-tousled-and-brains-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6195556901701164941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6195556901701164941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-my-hair-all-tousled-and-brains-all.html' title='with my hair all tousled and brains all wishy-washy'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6574129618341688790</id><published>2009-09-10T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:36:49.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My big bro is back:&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Holidays came and gone before i even had a chance to enjoy it:&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once we reached there, i guess without control i fell into the sin of gluttony. Dishes of ikan bakar, fried chicken wings, and squids, in a total of 30 minutes got wobbled up by this greedy girl here. sigh...no wonder my tummy has expanded. why am i eating like that? because in my house, there's onli healthy food.. now that given the chance, why not utilise it to satisfy my junk food appetite? rational right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the night,me and my cousins had a great and wonderful karaoke time in my aunt's room. so fun it was that i sang until my throat became dry. hm..maybe i should practice more on singing chinese songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My big Brother is finally home!! thus that can explain the extra noises in my house. What noise?With his usual tricks, he disturbed me with all sorts of stuffs until i go crazy.. lol. i've certainly missed him after two years he's finally back from chicago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lookie here!! his home-coming gift. one night after he returned? his ass became itchy that he has to cure it by having some bike rides at a park in putrajaya. he did a few dare-devil jumps, and fell. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379796909383954210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SqjgySOTLyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OiuRvquZOTI/s320/DSCN1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379796913687504978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SqjgyiQWKFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_4V5cOAtDvE/s320/DSCN1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this brother of mine is always searching for new thrills i guess.. he even went sky diving twice without inviting me, his only beloved sister... so mean!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6574129618341688790?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6574129618341688790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-big-bro-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6574129618341688790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6574129618341688790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-big-bro-is-back.html' title='My big bro is back:&gt;'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SqjgySOTLyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OiuRvquZOTI/s72-c/DSCN1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6104528041748762491</id><published>2009-08-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:18:05.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craved for sleep but when i get abundance of time for it??the crave is gone</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty much a buzz in my ears as we've been having surprise tests from day to day. my panda eyes are becoming more and more apparent.. sob:&lt; i'm facing a dilemma here.. should i or shouldn't i drop english literature? its so tough... and the hw given is such a headache!! even my parents don't want to influence me anymore on it, giving me the full responsibility of making this decision. help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me the eyes to see what is good and what is best for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our last day at college, james, reysha, colin and I went off on another adventure to the movies watching one of the top rated movies of all time:"up". Truthfully, I can't believe I'm watching this movie. hehe..I guess i'm still young at heart?(childishly she giggles) it is quite hilarious albeit the fact its ultimately predictable that i almost fell asleep. Now that holidays has finally started, i find myself dreading it and longing for college to start again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6104528041748762491?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6104528041748762491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-has-been-pretty-much-buzz-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6104528041748762491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6104528041748762491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-has-been-pretty-much-buzz-in-my.html' title='Craved for sleep but when i get abundance of time for it??the crave is gone'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-1550083579196092489</id><published>2009-08-21T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:43:11.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointments for some,celebrations for the rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esctasy is riding high on Caryn-land.. lol.. Our a levels first semester exam results came out. What a shocking news we all received. Mixed reactions could be seen at MCKL's hall and corridors. The worse thing was, cruel Miss Betsy made us wait for one whole hour before we could get our hands and eyes on our own results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine our anxiety and impatience, sorry gay keong, we couldn;t concentrate on your presentation. When i finally saw my results slip...I was jumping up and down like a monkey..haha.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CAN't Believe my eyes&lt;/span&gt;!!! I got a C for my english literature. its wonderful indeed I didn't get the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIG FAT disappointing 'U'&lt;/span&gt;(failed) like my trials. 60 marks, an incredible miracle,Praise the lord...considering that i only got half of that for my trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being extremely high and all skippy, i stumbled on my own foot and almost trip in front of my crush:&lt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TIME FOR CELEBRATION!! YIPPPEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt; my parents are so happy about my results, they made time to bring me out for a movie at sunway pyramid:&gt; gosh, i can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372420068462507650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/So6rloTjNoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EVUZ7Grx-eE/s320/200px-Ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" /&gt;Ghosts of girlfriend's past is a total blast!! i love it:&gt; 'You can't always run away from your past' very true indeed!! this playboy certainly broke hundreds of women' hearts just because he is afraid to get hurt again, he crosses out the word"commitment from his vocabulary.. hm.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a note to myself: don't get attracted too much to the bad guys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connor, who've never believed in love is then visited by the girlfriends past, present, and future which the experience changes his attitude and allows him to reconnect with Jenny, his first love who broke his heart.. awww!! so sweet!! In my opinion, the ending is so predictable yet quite impossible though for that to happen in reality.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; A PLAYER CAN NEVER CHANGE. fullstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-1550083579196092489?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/1550083579196092489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/esctasy-is-riding-high-on-caryn-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/1550083579196092489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/1550083579196092489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/esctasy-is-riding-high-on-caryn-land.html' title='Disappointments for some,celebrations for the rest'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/So6rloTjNoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EVUZ7Grx-eE/s72-c/200px-Ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-2730301156098708621</id><published>2009-08-14T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:15:55.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good guys vs. the villains</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time for entertainment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony,Vanessa, Reisha, Samuel, Jason and I decided to catch a movie and skip cf(naughty naughty,whose fault?? sam's). It's too bad benedict can't come too eh, vanessa??&lt;/strong&gt; A&lt;strong&gt;nthony is the best gentleman:&gt; he helped us carried our heavy accounting text books all the way.. thanks, anthony!! what could we girls do without u??:P haha but no guys dared help me take my file, just because there's hints and hints of pink in it.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370078607956876450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SoZaCsMxnKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aRFN8IXDjBo/s320/gi-joe-rise-of-cobra-20090618111006039_640w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;G.I Joe had loads of action and is a total guys' movie. The plot is a little too disappointing: its our typical bad guy destroying the world to conquer it when people turn to them, and the good guys stopping these from happening. The weaponries used are quite modern and impressive. Unfortunately, the characters pose no attractions.. no hot guys:&lt;&lt;thanks&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's something about the way u look at me.. that makes me wonder..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-2730301156098708621?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2730301156098708621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-guys-vs-villains.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2730301156098708621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2730301156098708621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-guys-vs-villains.html' title='good guys vs. the villains'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SoZaCsMxnKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aRFN8IXDjBo/s72-c/gi-joe-rise-of-cobra-20090618111006039_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-185419971545207359</id><published>2009-08-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:12:16.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was so tired today. Thought of trying to wiggle my way out of madame's last minute monthly test, told her that i was planning to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; literature as a subject for interest but not taking their exams. Too bad, madame said:you shall take this as another pleasurable exercise then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SWT&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because of my l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;' trick of wiggling out of exam? Madame had a talk with me after class to discuss my options.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Needless to say i was late to accounts class next. First minute i stepped in, WHY are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YOu&lt;/span&gt; late? With 30 or so pairs of eyes staring at me, i blurt out my reasonable excuse, the next thing i know? The whole class burst out laughing at me..For what reason, i have no idea. thank god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty blur then. If not, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; go scarlet pink and stumble on my way to my place, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-185419971545207359?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/185419971545207359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-ing-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/185419971545207359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/185419971545207359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-ing-time.html' title='Emo-ing time'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-71714757249044501</id><published>2009-08-10T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:31:33.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little penny for my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Start in English and end in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By KAREN CHAPMAN and RICHARD LIM&lt;br /&gt;PERTH (Australia): The Cabinet has decided that students who started studying Mathematics and Science in English can continue to do so until the end of their secondary education.&lt;br /&gt;Education Minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin said the students had also the option of answering questions in either English or Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;At least, our education minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin is not an arrant fool. Allowing the students who've studied science and mathematics in english for years to continue doing so will be wise. Otherwise would be a foolish decision. I'm pretty sure some if not all malaysian parents would be delighted by this news that his visit to perth to study the way their education works has brought him to view his previous decision in a different light and make this decision(his 'soft landing' to the students).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Literature in English is certainly an expensive subject to take. It not only digs your pockets empty, but also squeeze your brain juices dry for its exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368286093870459746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sn_7wo3Ra2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hblTYRNGKzk/s320/CIMG0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The imprint on the surface of the book is certainly one of the most interesting ones i've seen so far:P I love the little angels with their miniature wings stretching from their shoulders. As for the large human being centred in the picture, i have no idea of its gender. Its face looks like a guy but its body suggests the other way.. hm..hm.. Samuel was seriously staring at it..haha.. This cover is seriously 'attractive', no doubt the artist is smart in capturing our attention. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was watching Hamlet's movie just now during our lessons, omg, if you can just imagine how big my mouth went agape when &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Laertes kissed his sister hard on the mouth just to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt; Speaking of incest, even though i live in the 21st century, this is way beyond my acceptance, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a brother french-kissing his own sister&lt;/span&gt;. Outrageous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As if the inappropriate brother-sister kissing part wasn't enough, Hamlet appeared in another scene in the movie trying to advice his mom against bedding the current king(her late husband's own brother). Nothing much is wrong about that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;albeit the location of the advicing part&lt;/span&gt;:the Queen(his mother's bed.) he stood there shaking his mom by the shoulders,make her see sense, but his body's position is a little too wrong, his knees around her hips..hm... i shall not go into the details.. Hamlet, are you really that desperate, you can do that to your own mother?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People certainly weren't joking when they say taking english literature requires an open mind. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-71714757249044501?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/71714757249044501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-penny-for-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/71714757249044501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/71714757249044501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-penny-for-my-thoughts.html' title='A little penny for my thoughts'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sn_7wo3Ra2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hblTYRNGKzk/s72-c/CIMG0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-179934626891832561</id><published>2009-08-04T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:32:08.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you believe all these??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I read a really interesting story i'd like to share. As if having a strong crush over a girl who's supposed to be born in the 16th century ain't weird enough, he even went to the extent of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;buying a lock of her hair on an auction for 20k&lt;/span&gt;(my goodness!! his love must be strong enough to let him part with 20K!!). With that hair, he cloned her out as a wish for her to be his own(gf), however things go really wrong from there. cool!! If only clonning was allowed in malaysia, then maybe i can clone hmm..that actor Cormac Maclaggen from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince too!! He's so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;irresistably cute&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react when i tell you that u're actually a frog, who has evolved into a human after several generations? and the reason why you don't know about that is because, u're made to think that way? the other reason why you can't jump like a frog is because our mindset tells us we're humans and we can't do that? that is so weird! unbelievable!! i still prefer the version that god made us from dust, sounds much more dignified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-179934626891832561?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/179934626891832561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you-believe-all-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/179934626891832561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/179934626891832561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you-believe-all-these.html' title='Will you believe all these??'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-5869450168207501899</id><published>2009-07-28T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:43:44.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an overdose of Shakespeare can make me go bonkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;after poring over Hamlet over classes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here's my lame attempt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hillo ho ho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shakespeare o' shakespeare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why art thou's language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so hard to comprehend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n thus doubts me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if thy poems are meant to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;be as a code deciphered it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or kept as a mere diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time o' time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why art thou such a scarcity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 hours lost to maiden's sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9 to lectures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4 hours to assignments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what's left for my leisure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so many things to accomplish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4287283849066540188</id><published>2009-07-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:17:36.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by evonne: 5 facts about myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.I get lost easily even in places &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be familiar with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. i am a bookworm( u can find me often engrossed within story books, NOT TEXT BOOKS, i am no nerd)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a scar on my brows because i knocked into the wall when i was small.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. i am a forgetful person(especially with people's names, so forgive me if i forget your name...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;he he&lt;/span&gt;.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.i have a crush on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Draco&lt;/span&gt; Malfo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;(Tom F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;elton&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-4287283849066540188?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4287283849066540188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-evonne-5-facts-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4287283849066540188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4287283849066540188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-evonne-5-facts-about-myself.html' title='tagged by evonne: 5 facts about myself'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-2895937343487476854</id><published>2009-07-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:23:16.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different beauty in old cities(Montreal,17 june)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMnXzj5_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2OcexuXch6U/s1600-h/CIMG0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071483301554162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMnXzj5_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2OcexuXch6U/s320/CIMG0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once I step foot onto the Basilica of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame, my mouth went agog. The interior of the basilica is breathtaking. I wish I could post all the photos of it so that you could share my excitement too, but this post can’t contain too many unfortunately. This &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;music-miracle-sounding organ consists of a remarkable amount of 7000 pipes&lt;/span&gt;. The melodious tunes it played soothes the ear of even a music-illiterate like me would admire. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is too bad that it has turned into a tourist hot spot instead of solely being a place of worship where Christians celebrate mass. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMnCxGP9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/kJU7YzhQRRg/s1600-h/CIMG0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071477654077394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMnCxGP9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/kJU7YzhQRRg/s320/CIMG0477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since writing this blog requires a bit of a general knowledge about the old Montreal city, i did a little research. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgive me, bro..&lt;/span&gt;i wasn't listening when you were explaining about Montreal's attractions. I found out one shocking revelation. Based on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wiki travel&lt;/span&gt;, Montreal is an extremely inviting destination for gay and lesbian tourists and it is arguably the most &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay-friendly city&lt;/span&gt; in North America other than San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; So, heterosexuals, be careful you don’t give out the wrong signals. U might find a homosexual chasing after you instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Next, we drove all the way to park opposite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Biodome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt; Montreal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Biodome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt; Montreal was constructed to host judo and cycling events for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1976 Olympic games.&lt;/span&gt; It’s an honor indeed to be there to witness the stadium myself which now stands as a visitors witness place to four replicas of different ecosystems in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMm0j5pbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v0qmH_iDk6o/s1600-h/CIMG0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071473840629170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMm0j5pbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v0qmH_iDk6o/s320/CIMG0464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Following Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;’s suggestion, determined we were to taste Montreal’s most famous smoked meat. As for its recipe? Can’t tell you, because I only know how to enjoy good food,not cook them. its not like a beef steak but truly juicy and you could taste herbs' fragrance while feasting through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This good Samaritan local here pointed to us the best smoked meat establishment in Montreal: Schwartz Hebrew Delicatessen. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smoked meat,&lt;/span&gt; also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Salt beef" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt_beef"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salt beef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="London" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, is cured, spiced, and flavored in ways similar to corned beef. Difference in meat cut and spicing mean that smoked meat's taste is different from either of these, and even varies among recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMmmY5E6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8oMZlnkAkeI/s1600-h/CIMG0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071470036358050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMmmY5E6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8oMZlnkAkeI/s320/CIMG0449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMmeZfZsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JZh4LBWAqeU/s1600-h/CIMG0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071467891386050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMmeZfZsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JZh4LBWAqeU/s320/CIMG0399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a cute little squirrel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;munching&lt;/span&gt; on some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7643742198137753020-2895937343487476854?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2895937343487476854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-beauty-in-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2895937343487476854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/2895937343487476854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-beauty-in-old.html' title='A different beauty in old cities(Montreal,17 june)'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SmLMnXzj5_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2OcexuXch6U/s72-c/CIMG0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6838401607406311518</id><published>2009-07-17T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:23:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Knew Objective questions could come in 'fill in the blanks' form</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wow! Datin Nadarajah can really change the rules of things sometimes. She told us we're having an objective test, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WA LA..&lt;/span&gt;a big 50 fill in the blanks questions.. amazing that no one even complaint(predictable actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In english literature class today, i finally had a chance to show people what i'm made out of..Speaking so wonderfully about what the poet is putting across, and suddenly, madame &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CUT ME OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..wat?!?!?! she seriously interrupted my moment of glory!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of literature, let me tell u about a metaphysical poem i read about, titled the flea by john dunne. Basically metaphysical poetry which sounds cool is a mind-boggling poetry that creates absurd parallel between two different things. just like this one: the flea is compared to a sexual union. Let your imaginations run wild with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marke but this flea, and marke in this,&lt;br /&gt;How little that which thou deny'st me is;&lt;br /&gt;Me it suck'd first, and now sucks thee,&lt;br /&gt;And in this flea our two bloods mingled bee;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross right? The persona actually writes a poem just to convince his partner to have sex with him. Such a desperado. When a flea sucks ur blood n then my blood, our blood fuses in it and u're no longer a virgin, that's so absurd. A flea is a parasite, goodness me, and a sexual union, something so sacred is being degraded to this extent. I feel so disgusted by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6838401607406311518?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6838401607406311518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-knew-objective-questions-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6838401607406311518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6838401607406311518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-knew-objective-questions-could.html' title='Never Knew Objective questions could come in &apos;fill in the blanks&apos; form'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-351849261266100006</id><published>2009-07-13T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:08:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester, New challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few shocks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shook&lt;/span&gt; the earth Caryn stood on when the new semester recommences:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st bomb: Economics Unit 2 will compose of 100% subjective questions(dead meat!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; bomb: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Datin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nadarajah&lt;/span&gt;(the fierce tigress)is teaching us Malaysian Studies(unlucky!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first impression of her when she walked into our class?An &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;authoritative&lt;/span&gt; figure in which &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;her eyes alone can silence the crowd.&lt;/span&gt; Dun ever be late!! Even a minute past class time, U can Kiss &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; lesson goodbye and spent it moulding at the library. If you're absent, better equip yourself with a reasonable excuse when she asks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd minor bomb: I have to write a thesis Essay about Hamlet and the Duchess of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Malfi&lt;/span&gt; comprising of 2000 words(although &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good at crapping, but a sound meaningful crap for 2000 words?&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;not to mention impossible..but its indeed a challenge I&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;'d&lt;/span&gt; like to embark upon)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-351849261266100006?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/351849261266100006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-semester-new-challenges.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/351849261266100006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/351849261266100006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-semester-new-challenges.html' title='New Semester, New challenges'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-6408379683391304730</id><published>2009-07-11T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:00:56.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing The United States border</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPy7pTTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qg2sKR1-6UA/s1600-h/CIMG0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357119493180181682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPy7pTTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qg2sKR1-6UA/s320/CIMG0319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; niagara on the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPySZ91LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WBYcEfyzNho/s1600-h/CIMG0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357119482110006450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPySZ91LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WBYcEfyzNho/s320/CIMG0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; niagara park's floral clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPyES-62I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3yJwFCFL6Nc/s1600-h/CIMG0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357119478322621282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPyES-62I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3yJwFCFL6Nc/s320/CIMG0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a farm we passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 9pm but the sun just set..pretty..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPxsM6LpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8GreGk-sXS4/s1600-h/CIMG0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357119471854694034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPxsM6LpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8GreGk-sXS4/s320/CIMG0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357119460305129570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPxBLR0GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YH8PpDhjM0M/s320/CIMG0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torronto, canada, 15th june-16thjune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ho ho!! We finally crossed the border. Canada, here i come!! Another few more hours to travel till we reach torronto, my dad's cousin sis's place. Omg, its pretty, their house i mean...no gates no alarm system, nothing.. unlike malaysia.. lol..guess they dun have any snatch thefts or burglars at all. which is true, those crime perpetrators are the teeenagers looking for fun. i would like to live in a neighbourhood like that. and their garden is so wide you can even fit a swimming pool in it. sigh..such luxury...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u're an arhitect, u'll love torronto. each houses u pass have different styles and features. every house is unique in its own way reflecting each owner's tastes. although some looks abit quaint, i love them the way they are and how they maintain it. i can promise you, stroll along or drive through the whole neighbourhood, u can find no houses the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day moving on, we woke up early in the morning, i chose to bathe at the wrong hour..its freezing like hell..whole body got numb from the shower. the sprinklers were watering the plants then and the whole house has only one water source, so yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niagara on the lake was the first place we got to. and camwhore time comes:&gt; its beautiful but the picture did little justice to its beauty. niagara falls next is more breathtaking.we hunted through the wineries around to get some gifts for my auntie marie and alas, iced wines made the best. we felt a little intimidated they actually had a wine cellar at their house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-6408379683391304730?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6408379683391304730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/crossing-united-states-border.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6408379683391304730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/6408379683391304730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/crossing-united-states-border.html' title='crossing The United States border'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/SlhPy7pTTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qg2sKR1-6UA/s72-c/CIMG0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-7732402118167520140</id><published>2009-07-11T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:17:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother finally graduated..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm so sorry for not introducing why i'm blogging only recently. so rude of me. it's my brother's idea for me to actually record our events during our three week holiday in US and Canada. although at the rate of how i'm writing now, i do not know how am i even gonna manage to finish sharing with u guys my experience all those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;chicago,14th june: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;its ironic we missed two masses on sundays to church and manage to visit 3 churches on the weekdays. forgive me, god..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because of my mom's ambition to attend my brother's graduation mass? we ended up with our whole day gone in church.. later, we rushed to Aurora premium outlet mall for another shopping spree. wee hoo! girls can really go crazy shopping. even guys too i hope? sob..after one hour there? it closed...at 6..how can they be so cruel?unfortunately its a sunday, and they close early on sundays...sob sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hehe...at least we got three Coach handbags... i got one for myself too for quarter its price, not bad right? for 50us dollars.. that gave me a smile even though i din get myself any clothes:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-7732402118167520140?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/7732402118167520140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-finally-graduated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7732402118167520140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/7732402118167520140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-finally-graduated.html' title='my brother finally graduated..'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4829643475600961720</id><published>2009-07-11T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:12:55.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh..a win without playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had high hopes to play against the july batch in the inter-cohort games for netball in MCKl. Unfortunately, the july batch had not enough players.. thus, we won without even playing. Sob sob.. I really wanted to exert myself on the field to improve my-long-time-karat skills. next time then!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All we did was just a few random goal shooting at the goal posts with vanessa, tanuja and ying ying UNDER THE BLAZING HOT SUN. Yes, u heard right.. sigh..i seriously need some tan for my legs...it looks so ghostly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gosh, the education department really has nothing else to tamper with? Teaching science and mathematics in BM? No offence, i have no hatred nor contempt for our national language. But comitting such an act will just bring us further backwards since the world is more familiar in english. I sympathise with all those juniors. thank god, my secondary school studying days have gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-4829643475600961720?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4829643475600961720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigha-win-without-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4829643475600961720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4829643475600961720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigha-win-without-playing.html' title='sigh..a win without playing'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-5933100376320290296</id><published>2009-07-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:58:51.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago,13th june</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92GLkeLHI/AAAAAAAAADA/Od16TNGvXuY/s1600-h/CIMG0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354628330523864178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92GLkeLHI/AAAAAAAAADA/Od16TNGvXuY/s320/CIMG0251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; outside all state arena,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92F7w92-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fyDhBeSirZY/s1600-h/CIMG0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354628326281305058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92F7w92-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fyDhBeSirZY/s320/CIMG0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Millenium&lt;/span&gt; park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92FR7aEpI/AAAAAAAAACw/MIrhxH1Hpqw/s1600-h/CIMG0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354628315050807954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92FR7aEpI/AAAAAAAAACw/MIrhxH1Hpqw/s320/CIMG0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago's&lt;/span&gt; skyline on the reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92FIJokwI/AAAAAAAAACo/kt0vaAtAEcc/s1600-h/CIMG0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354628312426124034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92FIJokwI/AAAAAAAAACo/kt0vaAtAEcc/s320/CIMG0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the artist's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ingenius&lt;/span&gt; painting of The Bean and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago's&lt;/span&gt; skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621844343390402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk9wMoqigMI/AAAAAAAAACg/1-xPLMbDrZM/s320/CIMG0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my brother and my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk9urFsm-_I/AAAAAAAAACY/vYzxicg1acU/s1600-h/CIMG0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354617055755703426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk9r15yRFII/AAAAAAAAACI/aiSdnIJp4II/s320/CIMG0167.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago's&lt;/span&gt; icon:the bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Millenium&lt;/span&gt; Park came next. We had a chance to witness &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago's&lt;/span&gt; icon: The Bean. Its highly polished stainless steel surface gives the look of liquid mercury.Up close, the highly reflective nature of the sculpture captures the beautiful skyline of Chicago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its pretty cool the artist is able to draw out the skyline exactly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;continuos&lt;/span&gt; from the reflection of The Bean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because of my mom's insistence, we all wake up at 11 in the morning to attend my brother's graduation mass at the church of De Paul. The ceremony is so grand,added with the orchestra music playing along as the graduates came in the entrance. It was certainly worth the lost sleep at home :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When the mass ended, we went for a lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chipotle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; food, yummy. My mom had a burrito wrap, while i had the same fillings in taco chips served with salsa sauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I now learnt one thing about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;American's&lt;/span&gt; tipping system. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For restaurants that no one serves you, no waitress, you do not need to pay tips. If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; served, its a tradition to pay tips. 15%of your whole bill if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; very satisfied.. 10% means you're not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you don't pay any tips?U have to clean up after yourselves. Meaning: cleaning the table and throwing your wrappers away. Cool right? 1 more thing, Americans love to do things their way:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.the driver's seat is on the left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.u choose your ingredients when u order for food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. you can turn right on red light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4.the motorcycles have their own lane just like a car. That means no mat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rempit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they can't swerve between lanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;At the end of the day, we went to watch the blue man group perform. They're a bunch of vivacious and creative man trying to create music with rubber pipes and plastic pails. Its pretty cool they could engage the audience attention and get them to engage in some rock moves. Besides, different sounds are created by these pipes.. according to their length and width. All performance ticket collection even goes to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7643742198137753020-5933100376320290296?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/5933100376320290296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago13th-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/5933100376320290296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/5933100376320290296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago13th-june.html' title='Chicago,13th june'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk92GLkeLHI/AAAAAAAAADA/Od16TNGvXuY/s72-c/CIMG0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643742198137753020.post-4024796205497394733</id><published>2009-07-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T05:43:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago,12th-15th of june</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7KbDEDNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XhUj1q2qXVc/s1600-h/CIMG0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7KbDEDNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XhUj1q2qXVc/s1600-h/CIMG0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When our plane touched down at o'hare airport, the only familiar person i saw was my brother. He hasn't changed 1 bit since i last saw him, but the 1st thing i notice? his haircut sucks. according to him, this is the only haircut chicago has for guys. uh oh, nightmare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7KbDEDNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XhUj1q2qXVc/s1600-h/CIMG0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354439573017670914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7KbDEDNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XhUj1q2qXVc/s320/CIMG0199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7KbDEDNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XhUj1q2qXVc/s1600-h/CIMG0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chicago's skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12th june&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Presented here is chicago's skyline, this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7DgH2xMLI/AAAAAAAAABI/u4taSZpWW_0/s1600-h/CIMG0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; was taken when my family and i took the cruise under chicago's most famous rivers at sunset. The air is pretty chilly there(its 10 degrees celcius) while the tour guide explained to us about the history of chicago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354459444335723618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7cftfdxGI/AAAAAAAAABg/5AtkfZIhvRo/s320/225px-Wrigley_Building_-_Chicago,_Illinois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wrigley's building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wrigley's originial product is not the famous chewing gums we know nowadays. But their original plan was to produce soaps and add a chewing gum on top as an added attraction. However, the Wrigleys soon discovered that their customers buy their products just to enjoy the taste of the chewing gum, whereas the soap is thrown aside. Thus, ta da! wrigley's chewing gum is now their major product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Could u believe that? and i never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354462256468211394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7fDZgGNsI/AAAAAAAAABo/wwcdD_K-KX8/s320/CIMG0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Navy pier from a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The other buidings she talked about?I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reason: 1.It is too dark to see the building she's talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. I'm shivering from the cold winds blowing at my face(p.s:i'm wearing three layers already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.Im half asleep(jet lag) while she rambles on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4.My stomach is already rumbling and its 8pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7Q8cBSs9I/AAAAAAAAABY/HOkVd0e4g2k/s1600-h/CIMG0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354446743722439634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7Q8cBSs9I/AAAAAAAAABY/HOkVd0e4g2k/s320/CIMG0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This brings me to food in The Cheesecake Factory, a very posh restaurant my smart brother brought us to. Since the specialty is cheesecake, we all ordered different taste and each bite we took, our plate is passed on to another family member. The cheesecake is pure indulgence and as i took each bite greedily, a guilty conscience pops up:this is fattening, but i don't care..its delicious.. guess which plate is mine? With my greedy nature, of course it's the one bitten most. what a good way to end the day:pure indulgence for the stomach.:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643742198137753020-4024796205497394733?l=imasocialanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/4024796205497394733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago12th-15th-of-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4024796205497394733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643742198137753020/posts/default/4024796205497394733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imasocialanimal.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago12th-15th-of-june.html' title='Chicago,12th-15th of june'/><author><name>Caryn Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02613403730432658059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQi7TQOiB70/TpeQqoB9CEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ogCQAm40RDI/s220/IMAG0940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSj-XCZxhsI/Sk7KbDEDNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XhUj1q2qXVc/s72-c/CIMG0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
