<?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-4018834411985210601</id><updated>2011-12-16T05:34:01.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till my last tear drops.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-8857604040861217465</id><published>2011-12-16T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T05:34:01.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>Haven't update this pity place for such a while. I miss this crappy-matters-being-recorded thing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Watched an awesome Chinese movie 2 days ago, "White Vengeance". It is a movie based on a famous historical event happened around 200 B.C. in China. Heroic, but I won't comment much on the plot as it runs as how it was recorded historically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me is the main character in the movie, XiangYu. His aura is sooooooooooo powerful and strong and heroic I have the feeling that he could kill someone with his glance. No exaggerating, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ao_41BFOZh8/Tus_ZLOalxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/gxORtJmU1yI/s1600/704_518167_867661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ao_41BFOZh8/Tus_ZLOalxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/gxORtJmU1yI/s400/704_518167_867661.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeee. So 霸气. I love this character so damn much. If I could go back to the old time, I would wanna marry him and be his beloved wife. Then I could die with him and rest in peace, and we would be together for eternity in another world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-8857604040861217465?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8857604040861217465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8857604040861217465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/12/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ao_41BFOZh8/Tus_ZLOalxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/gxORtJmU1yI/s72-c/704_518167_867661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-7844211003285161514</id><published>2011-11-24T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:22:26.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penniless doesn't keep me away from travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are some things worth dying for in this dull life. One of them is travelling to heaven-on-earth places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Top 3 photos below are taken by my cousin. They are taken in Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmn9qCADJPw/Ts5OTdFJ_xI/AAAAAAAAA2c/lj1Hfy3aFrI/s1600/19754_1330908826282_1037834772_984960_8241943_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmn9qCADJPw/Ts5OTdFJ_xI/AAAAAAAAA2c/lj1Hfy3aFrI/s640/19754_1330908826282_1037834772_984960_8241943_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wPZAuEwZ9Q/Ts5OUp4YajI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Vt9m1oxkH2M/s1600/19754_1330914146415_1037834772_984968_7767786_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wPZAuEwZ9Q/Ts5OUp4YajI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Vt9m1oxkH2M/s640/19754_1330914146415_1037834772_984968_7767786_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qukz040M_A/Ts5OV3QTS8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_7KcIzDIe0A/s1600/19754_1330920106564_1037834772_984997_3429316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qukz040M_A/Ts5OV3QTS8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_7KcIzDIe0A/s640/19754_1330920106564_1037834772_984997_3429316_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photos below are from Google Image. I always wonder when can I break this concrete that cages me and fly to every beautiful parts of the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There will be no regrets till then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zYJHNpm4a4/Ts5P02fQgXI/AAAAAAAAA28/OQSXE1KU-w0/s1600/e1mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zYJHNpm4a4/Ts5P02fQgXI/AAAAAAAAA28/OQSXE1KU-w0/s400/e1mo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I never have to stress how romantic and must-see Eiffel Tower is. A landmark in Paris, I believe that you can breathe love around it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People will naturally slow their pace down near Eiffel Tower and look around to witness how breath-taking the scenery is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someday, I will say Hi to Eiffel Tower myself and take loads of "Wow" photos with it. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjkii1eY1iQ/Ts5QV3QgEuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6U4o0ZuStGY/s1600/worthdying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjkii1eY1iQ/Ts5QV3QgEuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6U4o0ZuStGY/s320/worthdying.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Norway covered with snow. I have to taste snow someday too. Make a snowman and play a snowball fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling is worth dying for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-7844211003285161514?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7844211003285161514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7844211003285161514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/11/penniless-doesnt-keep-me-away-from.html' title='Penniless doesn&apos;t keep me away from travelling'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmn9qCADJPw/Ts5OTdFJ_xI/AAAAAAAAA2c/lj1Hfy3aFrI/s72-c/19754_1330908826282_1037834772_984960_8241943_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-2766976208375044627</id><published>2011-11-22T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:32:57.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole Sayang Nyonya Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Travel to Malacca this frequent and I realise that I never post about having any nice Nyonya food. At all. What a shame! Malacca is like the very right place to have authentic Nyonya food! If you've been to Malacca for several times (like me) and you never try Nyonya food there before, &lt;b&gt;YOU'RE SUCH A LOSERRRRR!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Having lunch at &lt;i&gt;Ole Sayang Nyonya Restaurant&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was not our original plan though. We were on our way to Jonker Street and Aunt wanted us to fill our stomach first (her 3 sons are &lt;i&gt;forever hungry &lt;/i&gt;D:) So we drove to the rows of shops near Dataran Pahlawan. There are plenty of restaurants: chicken rice balls, nyonya food, western food, Oldtown, fast-food... But it is so not cool to not have any Nyonya food since we were at Malacca so... After all the parking-lot-searching we found us stopping over at this restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is featured in a Nyonya Recipe book I read before. Wanted to try this out so much and &lt;i&gt;*tadah*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my wish was granted! I'm so blessed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJVHLkjdn2c/TsyAcZoFMfI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3o5twWlQlsM/s1600/img_2823_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJVHLkjdn2c/TsyAcZoFMfI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3o5twWlQlsM/s400/img_2823_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is the typical ancient Malacca building and has those traditional Nyonya touch in its architecture design. The golden words on the sign read “親切”, which means friendliness or kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMwr2aVZVKo/TsyC_mivgyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2sAKegq94Xg/s1600/IMG_2806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMwr2aVZVKo/TsyC_mivgyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2sAKegq94Xg/s400/IMG_2806.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love how the restaurant is decorated. Everything is so... retro? Or traditional. The paper lanterns have "Welcome" pasted on them. They remind me of those creepy paper lanterns in horror movies though &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igoKJnfKcnw/Tsx91paO21I/AAAAAAAAA0U/CoIzsfhd8rA/s1600/IMG_2807_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igoKJnfKcnw/Tsx91paO21I/AAAAAAAAA0U/CoIzsfhd8rA/s400/IMG_2807_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the walls there are photos of ancient Chinese whom I believe to have married the Malays here and became Peranakan - Baba Nyonya. I googled a name on one of the photos and it shows that he was a Kapitan from China. That's all. End of the story. Opps no, there was no story. Just a statement. So sad... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To think that I could dig out more about the history of this family (they had the same family name) but duh. Now I know how lack of information Google can be &lt;i&gt;*no offence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Looking through the menu, the first dish we ordered was of course the must-eat Ayam Pongteh. As famous as it is in Peranakan food, I believe that every Nyonya restaurant has this dish on their menu, but not every restaurant is capable of serving the best Ayam Pongteh. I was looking forward to devouring &lt;i&gt;Ole Sayang&lt;/i&gt;'s Ayam Pongteh, because it is featured in the recipe you know, it won't taste bad XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG4DD9jJISE/Tsx-CX_aiII/AAAAAAAAA0c/cMxcH1s7xaw/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG4DD9jJISE/Tsx-CX_aiII/AAAAAAAAA0c/cMxcH1s7xaw/s400/IMG_2813.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Normal soya-cincau beverage, but the kakak who took our order said that they have a name for this drink - Michael Jackson. Hmm... I think I know why... Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4YVJlVpMuo/TsyAXayypxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4Lknbb-UANc/s1600/img_2818_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4YVJlVpMuo/TsyAXayypxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4Lknbb-UANc/s400/img_2818_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our food is all served! And it's photo-taking time before we moved our fork and spoon. Tsk tsk tsk, such photo-uploading freaks we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_nfkMX7OJo/TsyAVpWFkmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/pGFZA8el3HU/s1600/IMG_2816_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_nfkMX7OJo/TsyAVpWFkmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/pGFZA8el3HU/s400/IMG_2816_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You probably noticed this on the previous photo, and yeah it's my favourite serve! It never cross my mind before that rice could be served like this! The banana leaf, when filled with the rice, gives out an aromatic smell which is similar to that of Nasi Lemak. So yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W5LWsHBavY/TsyAT5woI2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/gd2gnjF7q50/s1600/IMG_2815_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W5LWsHBavY/TsyAT5woI2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/gd2gnjF7q50/s400/IMG_2815_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the oh-so-famous Ayam Pongteh. SO DAMN TASTY OH MY GOD I CAN LIVE WITH THIS DISH ALONE&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmNKELU_6Ok/TsyAZaFCarI/AAAAAAAAA10/J8BVaVhShGs/s1600/img_2819_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmNKELU_6Ok/TsyAZaFCarI/AAAAAAAAA10/J8BVaVhShGs/s400/img_2819_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Wrong angle to take this photo &amp;gt;&amp;lt;) Another must-have: Asam Pedas Fish! It is more sourish than I thought it would be, not really spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hANMcue7oRA/TsyAflz0ceI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ULhavQGOSyQ/s1600/IMG_2814_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hANMcue7oRA/TsyAflz0ceI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ULhavQGOSyQ/s400/IMG_2814_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is Cincalok Omelette . Cincalok is a Peranakan food (or more like a dipping sauce) made of fermented shrimps. Very salty. But I like it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7G1882e7GaE/TsyAarwO-kI/AAAAAAAAA18/sG4Es4bQE6A/s1600/img_2820_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7G1882e7GaE/TsyAarwO-kI/AAAAAAAAA18/sG4Es4bQE6A/s320/img_2820_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My plate. Does it look like dog's food? Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a satisfying meal indeed! Will visit more Nyonya restaurants featured in the recipe as this first try is so damn promising! I'm sure that I can have the best Peranakan food as long as I eat according to the recipe. Hehe. Must visit &lt;i&gt;Ole Sayang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for real authentic Peranakan food ok! The waitresses are very friendly, and the ambience is very comfortable too, like dining in your own house! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-2766976208375044627?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2766976208375044627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2766976208375044627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/11/ole-sayang-nyonya-restaurant.html' title='Ole Sayang Nyonya Restaurant'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJVHLkjdn2c/TsyAcZoFMfI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3o5twWlQlsM/s72-c/img_2823_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-1545879947991502916</id><published>2011-11-17T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:05:45.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw photo-uploads</title><content type='html'>I never get to upload a set of photos &lt;i&gt;easily&lt;/i&gt;. It just keeps failing at 1 or 2 photos, whether it be crooked and the colour just doesn't match. Grrrrrr. I'm mad at it. Never gonna upload photos until I find out what the problem is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-1545879947991502916?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/1545879947991502916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/1545879947991502916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/11/screw-photo-uploads.html' title='Screw photo-uploads'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-480362110032618860</id><published>2011-10-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:29:54.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to (once more) Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I couldn't resist to not post anything about trips to Malacca, but since Johor is so near to Malacca I thought I'm going to visit there so often till I got nothing more to say and blog so I shouldn't post a blog about it but still... Here I am, writing a unique trip there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What so unique about the trip? Ain't it just another 3-hours journey to a place I familiar with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah. Not so boring this time. This time, Wennie, Doris and I, 3 girls, went to Malacca, driving. Like, driving our own car's driving. Wennie's car, though, Doris and her took turns to drive. Me, just sitting beside them and directing them, giving them advices like an old man. Duh. I wished that I could drive too, but... Forget about it, I don't get used to driving pedal-pushed-till-the-end-yet-couldn't-speed-up car. I'm sorry, Wennie. No offence &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the never-reach-120 kmph car speed and a real heavy rain during the middle of the journey, it took us abt 5 hours to reach Malacca, from Johor. Ya. &lt;b&gt;5 hours.&lt;/b&gt; I could travel to KL by bus. The long, dull journey tired me out, and I slept through the last 1 hour or so journey till we &lt;i&gt;safely &lt;/i&gt;reach Doris' accommodation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the coolest thing I've ever done. Drove to Malacca ourselves, no adults, not by bus. Hehehehoho. It would be cooler if I was driving my Innova though ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bad part travelling alone: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No spare money to spend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed till very late night (3/4 am &lt;b&gt;daily&lt;/b&gt;) chit-chatting &amp;lt; bad to our liver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to return by bus :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was a journey filled with sweet momeries :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvFrhv1TAw8/TqjS-9rzILI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kM39dXBUuUU/s1600/IMG_2178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvFrhv1TAw8/TqjS-9rzILI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kM39dXBUuUU/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668012110197760178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The least-sweet sea coconut tongsui I've ever tasted in a restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMhjJdW3HGM/TqjS-qi2eKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gE3cD_1acNk/s1600/IMG_2181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMhjJdW3HGM/TqjS-qi2eKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gE3cD_1acNk/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668012105059956898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wennie's iced blended chocolate and my iced honey at The Jetty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jetty is what the local named the place. It was previously a busy port I think, and it serves as a jetty till now. I rarely visit there during the day, so I don't know if there are ships or ferries. But at night, it's a lovely place to waste your time. A lot of couples are seen there, talking sweetly and softly with each other while enjoying the beautiful night scenery. I love the relax atmosphere there. One of my to-do wishes is to drink beer there while enjoying the cold sea breeze. Haha. So far, it hasn't being checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Intended to show how lovely the place is but the photo just never being uploaded successfully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, this blog will be &lt;i&gt;(once again)&lt;/i&gt; filled with food :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoljLnB68S0/TqjPXU46V_I/AAAAAAAAAws/jOmIZb_msCA/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoljLnB68S0/TqjPXU46V_I/AAAAAAAAAws/jOmIZb_msCA/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668008130697123826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first try of naan, a pizza-like Indian food. And it tastes &lt;i&gt;HEAVENLY!&lt;/i&gt; I miss the taste of it... The soft cheesy smell... Arrgghh.... And the tandoori. Roasted chicken. Tastes good too but a little too salty for me &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjROECxLYwU/TqjPWpn5Z0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/C0HhVE5D7Tc/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjROECxLYwU/TqjPWpn5Z0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/C0HhVE5D7Tc/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668008119083034434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aglio olio and peppermint tea (the most right) as my &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;dinner &lt;/i&gt;at Station One at 1.30am. YES A.M. OMG!!!How fat is that! There gone my diet effort! The most left one is Doris' apple juice and the middle's Wennie' coffee beverage. The peppermint tea was awesome! I ate the peppermint leaves and my two dear friends were stunned. They didn't know that the herb is edible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8P-eJcWItQ/TqjPVw8IiSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/MbqRYyc7W8w/s1600/IMG_2227.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8P-eJcWItQ/TqjPVw8IiSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/MbqRYyc7W8w/s320/IMG_2227.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668008103867091234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wennie and I at Famous Chicken Rice Ball - it's the name of the restaurant. To be frank, not so delicious and doesn't really deserve the fame. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go to another shop but Wennie was rushing. So I dumped that thought and unwilllingly had chicken rice balls there. I'm not a big fan of the rice balls, I just miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAC7sP-R3Y8/TqjOCdKacsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/7kBwIfmqMsk/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAC7sP-R3Y8/TqjOCdKacsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/7kBwIfmqMsk/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668006672629134018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-my02FY9jCQQ/TqjOBerBKnI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h8IOMJQJLg0/s1600/IMG_2219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-my02FY9jCQQ/TqjOBerBKnI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h8IOMJQJLg0/s320/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668006655854455410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wennie's super ordinary roasted chicken rice. She didn't even order chicken rice ball wth. Am I the only one who miss chicken rice balls?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU8tpTZjyvY/TqjOBOphesI/AAAAAAAAAvU/j9qyU6wY7WU/s1600/IMG_2220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU8tpTZjyvY/TqjOBOphesI/AAAAAAAAAvU/j9qyU6wY7WU/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668006651553217218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanton soup Wennie ordered. Told her that those were frozen wanton but she didn't believe. And when the dish was served to us I knew I was right. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMrHRpD2fl8/TqjOAt610fI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fFcA2vXoWmM/s1600/IMG_2221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMrHRpD2fl8/TqjOAt610fI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fFcA2vXoWmM/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668006642767483378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Hainan chicken rice balls! Not so yummeh but... satisfied my craving. What to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5jbUo15R9k/TqjMVjVMz-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/jnf0ZnXMO94/s1600/IMG_2228.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5jbUo15R9k/TqjMVjVMz-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/jnf0ZnXMO94/s320/IMG_2228.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668004801679249378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wennie and I at SanShuGong. A famous shop selling native goods (mostly food) and souvenirs. Went there because my dearest sister asked me to buy some food there. What a lovely sister I am :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YiTwLts83E/TqjMVZa_jbI/AAAAAAAAAug/yBpfRbKuMpk/s1600/IMG_2223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YiTwLts83E/TqjMVZa_jbI/AAAAAAAAAug/yBpfRbKuMpk/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668004799019191730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decoration by the staircase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RyW8yN6WtM4/TqjMUkJBXbI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4Fd1WLGX_mU/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RyW8yN6WtM4/TqjMUkJBXbI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4Fd1WLGX_mU/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668004784716733874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wennie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a68ADlAPB2w/TqjMURTSbEI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0RRCU_FA7lI/s1600/IMG_2231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a68ADlAPB2w/TqjMURTSbEI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0RRCU_FA7lI/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668004779659521090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice weather on my return day. I felt so embarrassing taking photo on the bus. As if I'm some forever lonely tourist from far. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has to end this post abruptly. Will post more photos in my future blog. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-480362110032618860?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/480362110032618860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/480362110032618860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/10/trip-to-once-more-malacca.html' title='Trip to (once more) Malacca'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvFrhv1TAw8/TqjS-9rzILI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kM39dXBUuUU/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-4488974401860125401</id><published>2011-10-06T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T02:06:13.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace, Steve Jobs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTb--CZK_ic/To1ou_NBT2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/CeR_JwhZJSE/s1600/Capture10-6-2011-10.45.44%2BAM.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTb--CZK_ic/To1ou_NBT2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/CeR_JwhZJSE/s320/Capture10-6-2011-10.45.44%2BAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660295463123898210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not a fascinated fans of Steve Jobs and Apple products, but it is still a shocking news to me - that Steve Jobs died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm using iPhone, and my sister just bought an iPod, while my brother is yearning to have an iPhone 5. I have yet purchase my MacBook Air, and my home's desktop computer has yet changed to an iMac, Jobs died. He didn't get to witness the launching of iPhone 5 and iPad 3 and ... many other Apple products. And he's gone, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He passed away soon enough after the launching of iPhone 4S. The internet is spreading rumours that iPhone 4S means 'iPhone for Steve', and this seems to be a better excuse (for many Apple fans) that Apple launched iPhone 4S instead of iPhone 5 as expected. It sounds more like a console for themselves, in  my perspective. Well, if it lets them feel better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stunned and sad, I wasn't able to accept the news. I got my sister's text saying "Steve Jobs passed away" and I thought she was joking =,=" &lt;i&gt;I'm sorry I didn't mean it.&lt;/i&gt; Then I logged onto Facebook and everyone was posting the same thing. "RIP Steve Jobs" is trending (at the top of the list) on Twitter. Weibo has *currently* 30 million posts about the news. The entire world express their condolences and feelings toward his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The world has lost a genius and an amazing human being. He made remarkable changes throughout his life: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, he created Apple-I, introducing the world to a personal-pc era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Secondly, he changed the industry of animation through Pixar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thirdly, he brought the world to a new experience of music via iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fourthly, through iPhone, he wrote a new chapter in the history of communication technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And fifthly, he re-defined the meaning of pc by creating iPad, refreshing the IT world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He didn't rest even when he was suffering from cancer. He fought with it, and unfortunately, he lost the battle. It took his life away, and I really hope that the pain and misery caused by the illness were taken away from him as well. I pray that in the other world, Jobs will be healthy once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His contributions to the world will remain, and his glorious life will always be recited over generations. Please rest in peace, and you will be greatly missed, Steve Jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-4488974401860125401?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/4488974401860125401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/4488974401860125401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/10/rest-in-peace-steve-jobs.html' title='Rest in Peace, Steve Jobs.'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTb--CZK_ic/To1ou_NBT2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/CeR_JwhZJSE/s72-c/Capture10-6-2011-10.45.44%2BAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-4954959432570179534</id><published>2011-09-30T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:07:45.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest call with Vivian!</title><content type='html'>Chatted with Vivian, one of the best persons I've met in my life. She's the only person, besides Wennie, whom I'm able to chat on phone for over an hour. Age is not an issue at all among friends. Although I'm a year older than her, we get along very well. Sometimes I'd have the thought that she's actually an angel gifted by God. I really appreciate her as my best friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about her having A2 in no more than 3 weeks' time. Gosh. Time passes us in the twinkling of an eye. One minute earlier I was being grumpy over the annoying Ielts Speaking Test which is around the corner, next minute I was talking on phone happily with Vivian, chatting about Mayday and *purffff* now I'm blogging lonely wts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Opps did I mention that "Smurf" has become my latest swear-word? I think it sounds a lot better than the swear that begins with 'f'. So, wts stands for &lt;i&gt;what the Smurf&lt;/i&gt;, and it means that I am swearing ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both are facing a lot of stress now, though not exactly similar, our stressor is technically alike - we're having tests soon. &lt;i&gt;*sigh* &lt;/i&gt;Her trouble is having too much to study till she doesn't know what she should really concentrate on. Look back to what I experienced when I was having my A2, I have no real worries. I didn't have internet connection, I didn't have much entertainment, I didn't have enough time to study! That's why I was forcing myself to study and do practises as lot as I can. I didn't care if I can remember them all, I believed that once I really put in my whole heart to study them, I shall excel. And well, my results showed that my effort was somewhat paid off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now Vivian has too many distractions. She is at her cosy home, she has her laptop always playing songs and she got internet access. These modern technology products could ruin a scheduled study plan I tell you. Serious. When I'm equipped with my laptop, like now, I couldn't bother less about my Ielts. But then I get regretted end of the day, sighing that I had just wasted a good day for studying. Human! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I think I'm in no position to encourage Vivian to study. We are one of a kind. We get carried away by entertainment easily. And we are too crazy over our favourite artistes until we have to update ourselves with their news and songs and have to load their songs and play them over and over...... Gosh. "Birds of a feather flock together" suits us best. Smurf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We accomplished one big thing together today - we posted something to Ashin! LOL! I was so timid and was hesitating if I should post a word or two to him, like a "Hi", but I got no courage. And this Vivian Chee, as brave and dare-devil as she always is, wrote a message in &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; and posted it to him. Smurf! I don't know if Ashin can read English, if he does, he would probably wondering how a person uses Weibo without being able to read and type Chinese like Vivian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s case lol. That is because she has the awesomest friend &lt;i&gt;(ya I'm referring to myself lolz) on earth&lt;/i&gt;! I was amazed by my act when I clicked 'post' on the chatbox. Smurf!!! Being influenced by her bravery, I, too messaged him. Knowing that he won't even bother to view our stupid messages didn't blow our curiousity away. We were so &lt;i&gt;sampat&lt;/i&gt;! Haha. A great venture. Memorable lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only with the person whom I love, I'm able to lift my lips upward and smile. Cause' every second spent with them worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-4954959432570179534?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/4954959432570179534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/4954959432570179534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/latest-call-with-vivian.html' title='Latest call with Vivian!'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-2944175541546008398</id><published>2011-09-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:34:40.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我們·你們·還有哪些人</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;我們(時時刻刻)&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：阿信&lt;br /&gt;作曲：阿信&lt;br /&gt;編曲：五月天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我　為何要存在　為何要感慨　為何顫抖　停不下來&lt;br /&gt;你　為何要推翻　為何要離開　為何給我　這個答案&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們曾經那麼精彩　我們曾經那麼期待&lt;br /&gt;最後你把回憶還我　要我好好過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你　話中的計算　準確的傷害　像精心打造的對白&lt;br /&gt;我　劃開了動脈　也許不醒來　至少昨天無法毀壞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們曾經那麼精彩　我們曾經那麼期待&lt;br /&gt;最後你把回憶還我　要我好好過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們最後這麼遺憾　我們最後這麼無關&lt;br /&gt;時時刻刻每個現在　都在嘲笑我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;那一個晚上，她分手的晚上，我聼著這首歌，不知不覺中，突然覺得一陣難過，心一揪，就哭了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;特別想把這首歌獻給她，但我想我沒有那個勇氣陪她一起聼。因爲我也許沒能來得及安慰她，眼淚就嘩啦啦地流下了，所以結局將會是我們倆一起抱頭痛哭。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;咦，這樣好像也不錯。至少有一個人陪著她傷心，他也應該不至於那麽無助，那麽孤單。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-2944175541546008398?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2944175541546008398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2944175541546008398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_28.html' title='我們·你們·還有哪些人'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-1371309268413388959</id><published>2011-09-23T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:55:32.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could you mess up my schedule just like that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate spontaneous errand. If you want my help, please request it days before, so that I would be mentally prepared. Don't overwhelm me with such &lt;i&gt;"surprise".&lt;/i&gt; Sorry, but I just couldn't accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that he's ill, he's still in pain, and he needs check-ups. I'm (not) very willing to help, but I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to, so I will. I will, as long as I'm informed. I hate it when I'm the last person to get the info while in fact I should be the first to get it. I don't care if I'm the kid, I have to obey. But please, I'm a grown up now. I &lt;i&gt;ought &lt;/i&gt;to have my private times, right? I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have the right to spend time with whoever I want, right? I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; have the freedom to plan my day, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm highly depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis organised a sing-K session for me later, at 12pm. We booked it 4 days ago, and had double-confirm with the receptionist that we &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; attend. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;personally talked to her, settled everything. And I &lt;b&gt;was &lt;/b&gt;looking forward to singing, cause' it has been a while since our last sing-k. But it was screwed up, as for me. I have to drive grandpa to hospital for his check-up. And I'm being informed &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;this morning.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth. Sml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being unfilial or disobedient. I am frustrated because I'm not being told earlier. When I got everything planned today I have this errand which I &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; accomplish. Damn, damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be more spontaneous. I know, but please don't joke on me. I have a plain life already. Don't make it duller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-1371309268413388959?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/1371309268413388959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/1371309268413388959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-8717721515580981846</id><published>2011-09-19T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:54:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare gathering; Celebration and Birthday Party~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The whole "Ng's Family" went to Gujie's house on 15th Sept for a few reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The day was BinBin's 2nd birthday. To think that he was so tiny and fragile! Now he has turned into a cute little devil. May him stay happy and healthy always. We all love him *heart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Such a coincident, it was Siang and Hao's end-of-UPSR day, too. No more suffering and exams!!! Woohoo!!! I have full confidence that they both will do very well in the exam. Grab all the As' back, cousins! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We intended to officially set the aim of this party as "Mid-Autumn BBQ Party". But *meh* the plan just failed. I didn't see a single piece of mooncake. Well, there was a pomelo, though, if that means we &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; actually celebrating the traditional festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I forgot to mention that grandpa was discharged from the hospital on that day, too. After 9 days of staying at H, he finally couldn't stand the boredom and returned. His surgery was a successful one, only have to be more cautious on his diet.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was a great one. Besides our family members, Siang invited his classmates to celebrate the end of their torturing exam &lt;b&gt;XD &lt;/b&gt;The boys were cute! I wonder if it was only them, or the current youngster are all shy and ridiculous and outgoing(?) as well. They could easily be interested in one thing, then shift their attention to another one and the cycle keeps going on and on. We chatted while bbq-ing, and they talked... funnily D: Not the things that a 12-year-old would have said. I'm awed lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food were scrumptious. Other than bbq (chicken wings, meat, sweet potatoes...), there were fried mee hoon, yong tau fu, salad, curry veges, fruits and lettuce....... Too many until I lost count of how many dishes were there exactly. And I shall upload the photos of food after this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about mid-autumn is that we can play with the candles legally! Adults won't be yelling &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"NOOOOO"&lt;/i&gt; even if the house is surrounded by a circle of candles. It's the light of hope I guess XD But we didn't play much. We focused on the bbq and camwhoring and chatting instead. It made the day memorable *hearts again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, including some camwhore pics of us. All are incredibly nicely shot using Vonne's D3100 lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBuLdEn2MLk/TndPpdiuiqI/AAAAAAAAApc/OVprxZY66ko/s1600/DSC_0566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBuLdEn2MLk/TndPpdiuiqI/AAAAAAAAApc/OVprxZY66ko/s320/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654075430910462626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Victor, Vonne and Winnie. They're holding food, donno which retarded person called for shooting and this is their awkward poses XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjno7mQQgyI/TndPpLU9d4I/AAAAAAAAApU/MsUTyTGsIJA/s1600/DSC_0587.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjno7mQQgyI/TndPpLU9d4I/AAAAAAAAApU/MsUTyTGsIJA/s320/DSC_0587.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654075426020882306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Victor, but I think Vonne and I look nice in this photo. Have to upload it even though you look *ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98xgua0w8m8/TndPpIH7_eI/AAAAAAAAApM/6WuYcoPh5Bo/s1600/DSC_0591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98xgua0w8m8/TndPpIH7_eI/AAAAAAAAApM/6WuYcoPh5Bo/s320/DSC_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654075425160953314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG is it my pc or the photo is &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; crooked?! Anyway, it's me playing candles with a hyperactive kiddo XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR-QIDoNW_Y/TndPo2tgs5I/AAAAAAAAApE/x_pR9YQ8fqQ/s1600/DSC_0618.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR-QIDoNW_Y/TndPo2tgs5I/AAAAAAAAApE/x_pR9YQ8fqQ/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654075420486710162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I super love this shot. It was taken while we were staring at Victor's secondary camera. Being snapped twice! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQu0H66arDQ/TndPorGAnRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LW_CMiugO1Q/s1600/DSC_0677.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQu0H66arDQ/TndPorGAnRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LW_CMiugO1Q/s1600/DSC_0677.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQu0H66arDQ/TndPorGAnRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LW_CMiugO1Q/s320/DSC_0677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654075417368239378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. A super ugly photo of me as "The End". Will post more photos in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look forward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-8717721515580981846?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8717721515580981846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8717721515580981846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/rare-gathering-celebration-and-birthday.html' title='Rare gathering; Celebration and Birthday Party~'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBuLdEn2MLk/TndPpdiuiqI/AAAAAAAAApc/OVprxZY66ko/s72-c/DSC_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-3455987032077597308</id><published>2011-09-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:49:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life, New Expectations</title><content type='html'>Got to get in touch with some friends who went to continue their studies. Updated their freshmen life, wished them "All the best" and stuff. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shocked enough when I saw the photos depicting the room condition uploaded by &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He's about to start his university life at UMS (Sabah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i) The wardrobes were wide-opened. Hangers and some clothes(?) that I believed belonged to the previous lodger were scattered around the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii) Beds and pillows are dirty - with yellow stains on them as if they've not been washed before since like forever @.@ And one of the beds is damaged. Sponge could be seen wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would most probably fit into my Top 3 Lousiest Accommodation list. I nearly puked when I saw the photos. It is definitely not a satisfying environment for the undergraduate students. I can guarantee that my room is 10000000000 times better than it even if I clean it once a year. Can't imagine how Keei gonna live his life there for 3 years! Yes, 3 years man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A newborn baby could probably know how to walk and speak the first 500 sentences in his life within 3 years. What a long and unbearable period! I send my best regards to you, Keei. I really do hope you can enjoy your uni life but... Arrgghh. Reality is always out of our expectations D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the chance to witness how bad the surrounding is, but according to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kexin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, she reckons that she lives the worst life in her 20 years life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How disappointing could a university be, even if we're in M'sia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't talk much. She said the facilities are awesome, but the environment is somewhat discouraging(?). Demoralising, I suppose it's the word she's looking for. Hmm. Perhaps she has been living in such a comfortable and convenient area, and it is a bit too sudden for her to accept the truth that her university is situated in a relatively rural place? An environment without any entertainment and handy store is quite intolerable for town people like us. Like it or not, she has to try to adapt.　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homesick or not, she has to face the reality. And this is the hardest part I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for her to update me with the actual situation of her life there :p not being sarcastic, I'm keen to know what problems she's facing now, so that I can share her pain and try to console her.. She's my friend after all, and I got some experience in dealing with homesick. So I hope I can do some counselling job for her, to make her feel better at least.. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for myself, I know that no matter which Uni I choose, Monash or Aus Uni, their accommodation and facilities and environment are something that I couldn't be cold-shoulder of. Looking on the bright side, it is where the fees should be worth spent of, right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk also lah ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-3455987032077597308?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/3455987032077597308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/3455987032077597308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-life-new-expectations.html' title='New Life, New Expectations'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-4435634016006700087</id><published>2011-09-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T03:19:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>真的有最後的一堆眼淚卡在喉嚨，我忍住，我辛苦，我找不到出路。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;下午在車上聼《那些年》 聼著聼著 我居然哭了。哭得有點莫名其妙。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我記得我第一次聼這首歌的時候，真的覺得非常感動，但，還不至於流淚。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是這一次，我不知道爲什麽，竟然……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我太失敗了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也許……是我再也囘不到那些年了吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;朋友們一個接一個的離開，升學去。而我，孤零零的被留在這裡，發黴去。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也許是想到這個，我才哭的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我們赴了彼此很多的約，也錯過、面對了很多的愛情。但最讓我深深驚嘆的，還是我們這些年建立起的友誼。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;熟到一個爛透的地步，我們就好像一個大家庭。&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/4018834411985210601-4435634016006700087?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/4435634016006700087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/4435634016006700087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-8090091878025619815</id><published>2011-09-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:52:29.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one who stayed</title><content type='html'>Friends leaving.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more gathering. No more laughter. No more joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johor - Cheahwei, Jinheng, Kuiming and Sijie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melaka - Baoxian and Wennie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pahang - Sak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL - Chiachia, Jiamin, Jimmy, Qianling, Sky and Weiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang - Weeming, Yvning and Zehong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarawak - Kexin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabah - Keeiyuan and Pok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends are all around Malaysia now (if I successfully sort everyone out). It would be nice if I wanna plan a backpack trip country-wide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for world-wide backpack trip, I have Xiuzi in Hongkong and Yungkeong in USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appears to be amazing, but it is not. By managing to list out the places that my friends are going, I know immediately that - I'm being left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm very, very unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yk is right. He wasn't being mean. I am indeed the one who's not leaving, the one who stayed. And I have to bear the misery witnessing everyone leaving. I couldn't even bid them goodbye face-to-face. And Wm will be the first one - he leaves tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so mad at myself, for god-knows-what reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just want a good cry now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me alone, for real, for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-8090091878025619815?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8090091878025619815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8090091878025619815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-who-stayed.html' title='The one who stayed'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-1908734407422290217</id><published>2011-08-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T04:29:51.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarking.</title><content type='html'>A friend's tweet suggested that I could send my papers back to CIE for remarking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called Taylor's reception desk to ask to speak with Ms Hew, our Assistant Principal, but she's engaged like, FOREVER O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm being really grumpy, because I'm so close to getting my grade increased, yet I'm so far - I couldn't do it without approving by Ms. Hew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I mailed Ms Arlene, our Principal. She replied soon enough, telling me that it's costly and there would hardly be any favourable outcome ;( this hurt me a bit. And she said that it would be the best if I could speak directly to Ms Hew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrgh. I knew it too! I wanted to speak to her soooooooo badly! Friends said that she's nice and awesome, but I would never know it if I could never speak with her!! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* this has been bugging me for the whole day. Ms Arlene gave me a ray of hope - that I must submit my request &lt;i&gt;before &lt;/i&gt;25th Aug! Means I still have time to think twice and discuss with Daddy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the board could be really mercy, by awarding me an increment of 1% percentile to an A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray pray pray. Please please please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-1908734407422290217?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/1908734407422290217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/1908734407422290217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/remarking.html' title='Remarking.'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-3536447329806358630</id><published>2011-08-15T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T02:40:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>It is not a choose-A-or-B decision. It is not merely about continuing my studies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is more like standing in front of a junction which leads you to a major life event. And &lt;b&gt;my &lt;/b&gt;life connects with others', too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I choose biomedical science to satisfy my dad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I choose psychology, which is now my favourite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I study overseas, where more diverse courses are available?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I study local in order to save money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh* &lt;/i&gt;Who can provide me the best solution???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-3536447329806358630?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/3536447329806358630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/3536447329806358630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-7087622372455618487</id><published>2011-08-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:31:07.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>那些年……</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;又回到最初的起點&lt;br /&gt;記憶中妳青澀的臉&lt;br /&gt;我們終於來到了這一天&lt;br /&gt;桌墊下的老照片&lt;br /&gt;無數回憶連結&lt;br /&gt;今天男孩要赴女孩最後的約&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又回到最初的起點&lt;br /&gt;呆呆地站在鏡子前&lt;br /&gt;笨拙繫上紅色領帶的結&lt;br /&gt;將頭髮梳成大人模樣&lt;br /&gt;穿上一身帥氣西裝&lt;br /&gt;等會兒見妳一定比想像美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想再回到那些年的時光&lt;br /&gt;回到教室座位前後　故意討妳溫柔的罵&lt;br /&gt;黑板上排列組合　妳捨得解開嗎&lt;br /&gt;誰與誰坐他又愛著她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的大雨&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的愛情&lt;br /&gt;好想擁抱妳　擁抱錯過的勇氣&lt;br /&gt;曾經想征服全世界&lt;br /&gt;到最後回首才發現&lt;br /&gt;這世界滴滴點點全部都是妳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的大雨&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的愛情&lt;br /&gt;好想告訴妳　告訴妳我沒有忘記&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上滿天星星&lt;br /&gt;平行時空下的約定&lt;br /&gt;再一次相遇我會緊緊抱著妳&lt;br /&gt;緊緊抱著妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;--------------------------------我是分隔綫-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;看著歌詞聼這首歌，更感動。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;我不是男生，不穿帥氣西裝，不會討女生罵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;但我好像懂那種 “赴最後的約” 的這種心情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;無奈，心痛，但又想給她幸福，雖然讓她幸福的不是自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;這首歌寫得不只是逝去的青春，溜走的愛情，還有那個純真的自己。&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/4018834411985210601-7087622372455618487?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7087622372455618487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7087622372455618487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_13.html' title='那些年……'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-8691268196058406779</id><published>2011-08-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:01:14.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my expectation</title><content type='html'>Okay this may not be a GREAT result but... IT IS DEFINITELY OUT OF WHAT I EXPECTED!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two facts that overwhelmed me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got an A* for Biology! &lt;/b&gt;This is somehow excited cause' I never thought that I can get such result for Biology. It is not that I think I didn't prepare enough for my Biology to excel, but the fact that I have to improve my mark &lt;i&gt;(in AS)&lt;/i&gt; to the level of A* requires far more hard-work and practice and everything else that I've done. Surprisingly, my effort was paid well! :D I'm too happy to share the news and it definitely boosts my interest in Biology-related field.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Chemistry maintains at its grade. &lt;/b&gt;I was a little disappointed. I thought I could bring my marks up and eventually the grade, but apparently what Ms. Chan said was true. Chemistry is never easy to "up-grade". But I was stubborn. I never want to retake though, cause at least I have a 1-mark increment :p If I resit, perhaps I would have lower marks. Sad case it is, but it will not shadow my day. Come to think of it, I never like Chemistry also :/ Getting a B would be the best if I want to do Psych-Bio related work afterwards?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was up at around 5am &lt;i&gt;(or 4am?)&lt;/i&gt; this morning, and had serious butterflies-attack in my stomach. The feeling is... undescribable. I was eager to know my results, to see if it meets my own target but on the other hand, I was too timid to face the reality if it disheartens me. Then I went tossing and turning in bed, unable to comfort my mind to chill down so that I could sleep. The condition lasted for an hour or so till I heard my grandpa walking pass my room. It was only 6.29am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon sitting in front of the computer, my heart was thumping fast enough I thought I was going to die. Countless times of "Problem loading page" greeted me on Mozilla, and I was pissed! If they knew it was going to crash &lt;i&gt;(since thousands of people were trying to browse the page)&lt;/i&gt;, they should use a larger (?) server! I refreshed and refreshed and refreshed the page until I couldn't take it anymore, then I asked my lil' sis to help me clicking the annoying button. Awesomely, she &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; it! She opened the page and saw my results prior me (=_=") &lt;i&gt;and she proudly pointed at the UCIE badge and told me her English class has also the same badge. That is because they are all Cambridge Examinations, my dear *sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, my ex-classmates and I were tweeting about the web-crash and frustration until we got our results one by one, and "Congratulations" flooded in. I never tweeted that much in my life LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to all of us, coz we fought an awesome war. Although we might not end up getting the most-satisfied result, we already conquered it. Look on a bright side, we all have a better chance to continue our studies with an A-Level certificate, don't we? Instead of being dispirited, life is filled with things that are too great for us to deserve. Why don't we digest the melancholy mood and replace it with a bright smile? :) Exam is important to a student, but it clearly doesn't mean everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope everyday is a better day! Love life! (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-8691268196058406779?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8691268196058406779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8691268196058406779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-of-my-expectation.html' title='Out of my expectation'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-5948259852462355962</id><published>2011-08-10T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:52:58.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSQh_ry_90s/TkMylcZBr0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uWV-2THM7vk/s1600/641167cfjw1dj3l4i426rj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSQh_ry_90s/TkMylcZBr0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uWV-2THM7vk/s320/641167cfjw1dj3l4i426rj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639406777255702338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I feel like a blossomed flower in the summer, embraced by the warm sunlight and cool breeze and the air filled with love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-5948259852462355962?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/5948259852462355962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/5948259852462355962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/results.html' title='Results!'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSQh_ry_90s/TkMylcZBr0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uWV-2THM7vk/s72-c/641167cfjw1dj3l4i426rj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-8209355494337618746</id><published>2011-08-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:10:28.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>微雨之城，是歸，是還？</title><content type='html'>一本讀后讓我痛哭失聲的作品。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;藤井樹，《微雨之城》。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xA2Rk1LFHbs/TV4yfCjVGRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/m9ciUb64tso/s1600/634262937613827525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;出乎我預料，藤井樹收起了以往的詼諧，這本書，關於缺陷。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;訴説故事的主角右手多出了一個拇指。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;主角的三叔公有唇裂。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;鄰居的女兒是個具有音樂天分的自閉兒。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;另一個鄰居是個小兒麻痹的畫畫奇才。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;有個伯伯眼睛近乎全盲。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;還有個婆婆不語。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;高中一個女同學有長短腳。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;最令我感到難過的，是故事裏的薛伯伯。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;他太太去世了，養的狗狗黑仔也走了，終日孤獨難捱，竟也把自己唯一的兒子給打走了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;每天就坐在公寓門口前的凳子，日日夜夜，年復一年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;不管太陽多猛，雨下得多大，伯伯都杵在那裏，好像是在等著什麽，但他始終都沒告訴過誰。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;就這樣過了十年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;在視線不到10公分的最後的日子裏，伯伯也與世長辭了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;只留下一張字條，是給他兒子的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;十年，風雨不改地守在公寓大樓門口，就是爲了等那唯一的兒子，等著他回來，親口對他說聲，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;對不起。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我不禁要想，自己一個人孤孤單單的過了看不見東西的十年，這種感覺，除了一望無際的孤獨，還有什麽？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;等一個至親等了十年，為的就是表達每天困擾著自己的那句抱歉，這種感覺，除了無盡的愧疚和辛酸，還有什麽？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我無法想象自己就是薛伯伯，因爲那種無依無靠、眼前一片朦的世界，我活不下去。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;不用十年，或許十天，我就承受不起，尋短了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;但這老人，捱過了那些不方便的日子，卻始終也沒有等到他兒子。那句對不起，老人用了他這輩子最後的光陰，還清了對兒子的虧欠。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;這遺憾，不僅僅是伯伯的，也是他兒子的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;是那淒涼，引出了我的淚水。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;顏婆婆的不語，不是天生的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;二十年前，顏伯伯的逝世讓她悲傷過度，家人們斷定他是因此不語。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;對，二十年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;就在顏婆婆過世前幾個月，他突然開口説話了，跟每個鄰居聊天。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;然後就在某一天的下午，永眠。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;他的遺囑裏有封給顏伯伯的信，用文言文，說了她的不語，其實不是因爲忘了怎麽説話，而是因爲顏伯伯走了，他不知道該說什麽，該對誰說。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;一個陪伴在身邊半個世紀的人突然不在了，那種失落、那種痛苦，大概也只有顏婆婆能夠理解。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我哭，是因爲他的那封信道出了我心底的話。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;有時候不説話，不是因爲我生氣了，或是生活中遇到不如意的事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;很多時候，我都只是不知道要說什麽。即使想說些什麽，卻也沒有那個我想對他說的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;所以就乾脆閉嘴吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;昨天讀完《微雨之城》，我哭了一下，卻睡了一整天的覺。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;心情一度跌落谷底，我從來就沒有這麽莫名的不開心過。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;後來我想，是讀的這個故事讓我難過，還是故事的中心思想 - 遺憾 - 讓我難過？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;是遺憾吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我不想像伯伯或婆婆那樣，帶著未完成的，闔眼，就走了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;在另一個世界的我不知道還會不會記得那些遺憾，不知道還會不會覺得遺憾很遺憾，但帶著遺憾前往另外一個未知的世界的這個想法讓我很害怕。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;死亡無可避免，但可不可以知足地長眠？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我不知道，我希望如此。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我正努力著。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4018834411985210601-8209355494337618746?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8209355494337618746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8209355494337618746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='微雨之城，是歸，是還？'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xA2Rk1LFHbs/TV4yfCjVGRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/m9ciUb64tso/s72-c/634262937613827525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-8588136086698265368</id><published>2011-08-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:48:56.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Borrowers</title><content type='html'>Just watched [The Borrowers]&lt;the borrowers=""&gt;, the latest production from Studio Ghibli.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv4ZMk-1DV8/TBD1N3ZNVAI/AAAAAAAAABU/z0JCo9aHLEI/s1600/Arrietty+Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I suppose this movie is titled [Arrietty, The Borrowers]&lt;arrietty&gt;.&lt;/arrietty&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. The story is based on a well-known fantasy novel written by Mary Norton - [The Borrowers]&lt;the borrowers=""&gt;.&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These tiny people, Arrietty and her parents, live in a home below the floor in human being's home. They survive by "borrowing" things from the human - food, electricity, gas... Yes, they do eat and need lights and behave like real human!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm always amazed by the cool animation works done by Studio Ghibli. The team never lets me down. The whole movie is colorful. The home is situated outskirt, with a garden full of blossom flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitchfilm.com/reviews/arrietty2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Look how beautiful the flowers are! It's just a small part of the whole garden!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a boy named Xiang who moved to this house and discovered Arrietty. &lt;i&gt;It's the boy in the picture above. &lt;/i&gt;Then, Arrietty's daddy thinks that it's too dangerous for them to continue living at there. They weren't suppose to be known by human. After that, a whole bunch of risks and blah blah blah they met and they went through, and this boy actually falls for Arrietty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Touching huh? But the sad case is that they are never together. He has this heart disease, but Arrietty's family is moving from his house two days before his cardiac surgery. Before they left, Arrietty and Xiang met, and he said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There's already a part of my heart, for you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Damn tears-triggering. But I didn't cry. I do have tears in my eyes, but I never shed them. This is too sad for me to bear. I never remember that there is a single production from Studio Ghibli that I'm dissatisfied after watching. &lt;arrietty&gt; definitely fits into the not-so-good-ending to me. Pure disappointment. *sigh*&lt;/arrietty&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-8588136086698265368?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8588136086698265368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/8588136086698265368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/08/borrowers.html' title='The Borrowers'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv4ZMk-1DV8/TBD1N3ZNVAI/AAAAAAAAABU/z0JCo9aHLEI/s72-c/Arrietty+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-3091946944753350053</id><published>2011-07-04T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:28:36.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>新愛 ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;終于有機會介紹我心愛的新愛了 *yay*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到家裏 終于有機會悠閒地看看戯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;看戯 重點除了在於戲本身的故事性之外 耀眼的男主角們當然也屬我的關注之一&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;看了《関云長》這部電影，主角可以暫時忽略，因爲甄子丹本來就帥了嘛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;眼尖的我也發現了另外一顆 潛力無限大的Uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me present you my beloved Chinese actor -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ww1.sinaimg.cn/bmiddle/671aea1ajw1diuqcvqt2gj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;邵兵。這是他在《非誠勿擾2》的造型。帥。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;再後來呢，原以爲自己再也沒有機會多睹他的風采，誰知道我親愛的老弟居然就給我找來了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;《讓子彈飛》&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;邵兵在裏頭飾演老二，挺吃重的角色。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;正和我口味。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;這部戯我看了又看，看了再看，有一部分就是爲了邵兵。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我目前最喜愛的中國演員。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;另一個我哈了很久的已婚男演員，就是&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/332262004.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJF3XCCKACR3QDMOA&amp;amp;Expires=1309843056&amp;amp;Signature=WdRbKOtZxtkUhAePdxEs2Mf%2FOBo%3D" alt="At the @TF3Movie premiere in Rio. 2 more days until Transformers 3 hits the US!" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh Duhamel, Fergie is his spouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他最著名的一部作品應該就是Transformers系列的電影，飾演Colonel Lennox一角。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;帥氣連男主角也沒得來。完全搶了男主角Shia LeBouf 的風頭！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;介紹了兩位以電影爲主的我最喜愛的男演員，現在該以戲劇爲主的爸爸演員登場了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSdXqr3r2l7ubtGH802Nuftlew1ML6cRHhA-HeXooCXytFeSwGx&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex O' Loughin, from Hawaii Five-O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;這算是一部新戯，目前指出了2個season,算是drama series的infant level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以我能夠挖到的資料不多，對他的認知也不深。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who cares?! As long as he caught my eyes&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Owh, all my new babes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Why do you guys have to be married?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&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/4018834411985210601-3091946944753350053?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/3091946944753350053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/3091946944753350053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='新愛 ❤'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-7223217319355702892</id><published>2011-07-03T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:42:55.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here...</title><content type='html'>I officially miss my beloved friend - Wennie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She seems to be real hectic these days. Countless assignments and quizzes await, and she still manage to arrange a trip back here. It's all for me, I guess :p I feel so blessed to have this lovely friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung out with other friends as well on Fri night and yesterday night. Got to meet many friends and being told many things that I wasn't informed of. Glad to know that some have their university chosen already; some have new relationship and some are just perfectly fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those whose university are far away from here, like say in Penang or even further, in the US, I pray everything is gonna be fine for them. Wish sincerely that they gonna meet lots of nice friends and be in a good environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although farewell is hard to say, I know that we are not gonna forget each other, for we are friends that meant to be together forever. There are some friends that I really can't bear to be apart with, and I hope that I can be there during their depart to the faraway land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wennie should come back this week, I reckon. If not, perhaps there is no other chance for her and YK to meet - YK is leaving to US in Aug, and he's busy travelling in the early July. I hope that they can at least meet up once, because if not, this is going to be a lil too sad for both of them. *finger crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I could go to find Wennie now! I miss her so much. I feel so stupid for not being able to visit her as I promised. A lot of issues are concerned eg my safety, my accommodation etc. I know my parent. They worry a lot. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-7223217319355702892?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7223217319355702892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7223217319355702892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/07/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here...'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-2567720092796636253</id><published>2011-06-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T03:19:56.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>突然好想你，你會在哪裏，過得快樂或委屈？&lt;div&gt;突然好想你，突然鋒利的回憶，突然模糊的眼睛……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最近的我很脆弱。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好像少了什麽，又好像什麽都不缺。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我回到家了。是好事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我離開朋友了。不怎麽開心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;曾經想過要做的，不做的，一起做的，一個人做的……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如今，只剩我一個人&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-2567720092796636253?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2567720092796636253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2567720092796636253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-7935320503122814012</id><published>2011-04-13T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:56:54.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Night 20110409</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Uncle&amp;amp;Auntie Cheng's luxurious apartment in Permas Jaya for some, uhm, discussion purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although in the end we didn't talk much, cause' I had a gathering afterwards which didn't work out = =" (I'm truthfully sorry about that), we all had a great time dining at the restaurant in the apartment area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was not very far from their house, so we walked there. Post passing by a squash court, the restaurant greeted us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a rather small restaurant, well, it should be addressed as a cafe instead, so... Ya, we went to a cafe for dinner. Doesn't sound weird, right? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for the waiters to set up our tables, the adults chit-chat a lil' bit and we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camwhored XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygCPiY-QNxg/TaWE1IZ22-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/SHuRY4uPohM/s1600/IMG_1065%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595024160401578978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygCPiY-QNxg/TaWE1IZ22-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/SHuRY4uPohM/s320/IMG_1065%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my bro, Victor. He tries to act cute. Fail? No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbdxkX5aj8A/TaWE09XXLhI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hVM5y1thaGk/s1600/IMG_1066%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595024157438324242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbdxkX5aj8A/TaWE09XXLhI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hVM5y1thaGk/s320/IMG_1066%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I try to act cute instead, and my bro is angry with me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRA4GniYOpk/TaWEd5CXmPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kunPvrioxrs/s1600/IMG_1068%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595023761139538162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRA4GniYOpk/TaWEd5CXmPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kunPvrioxrs/s320/IMG_1068%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis, Winnie, with her friend, HuiSean. Winnie's face is kinda out-of-the-camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MteyS2FqTbk/TaWEdtPBBgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GHnuwrrb34M/s1600/IMG_1069%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595023757971359234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MteyS2FqTbk/TaWEdtPBBgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GHnuwrrb34M/s320/IMG_1069%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh. A better shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHy2kpW4ypw/TaWEdS9l8zI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nMHYcw-WsKs/s1600/IMG_1070%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595023750918959922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHy2kpW4ypw/TaWEdS9l8zI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nMHYcw-WsKs/s320/IMG_1070%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes!! The menu's here! Well let's see what delicious-dishes we can find here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxadLqnwsvg/TaWEdAcr94I/AAAAAAAAAks/mNL-aLF1deo/s1600/IMG_1071%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595023745949104002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxadLqnwsvg/TaWEdAcr94I/AAAAAAAAAks/mNL-aLF1deo/s320/IMG_1071%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woowoow. I lay my eyes on this. Grilled salmon. Sound tasty (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QGakHHKb4E/TaWEcpOiNXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cdKcz6W1HWw/s1600/IMG_1072%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595023739715728754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QGakHHKb4E/TaWEcpOiNXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cdKcz6W1HWw/s320/IMG_1072%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and I. Wow she looks good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SUKeyvpRWw/TaWCyBROMZI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OkQORu7Ik1g/s1600/IMG_1074%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595021907923448210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SUKeyvpRWw/TaWCyBROMZI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OkQORu7Ik1g/s320/IMG_1074%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bread crust-coated seafood ball. Served with Thai chilli sause, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYH0Tc0N7Sw/TaWCx0ZX9CI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cEqtYPrxYBw/s1600/IMG_1075%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595021904467981346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYH0Tc0N7Sw/TaWCx0ZX9CI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cEqtYPrxYBw/s320/IMG_1075%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typical drink to match western cuisine: Iced lemon tea. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HV3AtGeupk/TaWCxQvv36I/AAAAAAAAAkE/GcnlyPGkMrA/s1600/IMG_1076%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595021894898147234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HV3AtGeupk/TaWCxQvv36I/AAAAAAAAAkE/GcnlyPGkMrA/s320/IMG_1076%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot what this called. A traditional Nyonya snack. Yes, these are appetizers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpyVk44iro8/TaWCxD0sUGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/B4ekPTlP3BM/s1600/IMG_1077%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595021891429224546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpyVk44iro8/TaWCxD0sUGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/B4ekPTlP3BM/s320/IMG_1077%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilli sause served in glass, as if they're drinks. Never see before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDE8ikox14U/TaWBGwo3wUI/AAAAAAAAAjs/z7raYt-7PeA/s1600/IMG_1083%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595020065213235522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDE8ikox14U/TaWBGwo3wUI/AAAAAAAAAjs/z7raYt-7PeA/s320/IMG_1083%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victor's choice: Chicken lasagne served with salad and garlic bread. Delicious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb-YIUo1ep0/TaWBGYhDg7I/AAAAAAAAAjk/RXLXYl8CMUE/s1600/IMG_1084%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595020058738000818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb-YIUo1ep0/TaWBGYhDg7I/AAAAAAAAAjk/RXLXYl8CMUE/s320/IMG_1084%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grilled salmon. Lil' did I know that it's served with spaghetti! The salad on the left upper side is so yummy that my bro almost finish it. It's french-styled. The spaghetti is just normal sauted one. But the whole combination is simply awesome. Definitely worth for RM18.50!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zWDpNBXfs/TaWBGIwy-1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/RYRjqSTsRxY/s1600/IMG_1085%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595020054509058898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zWDpNBXfs/TaWBGIwy-1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/RYRjqSTsRxY/s320/IMG_1085%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessert time! This is the most typical and perfect tiramisu I've ever eaten! You can taste that the ladyfingers cookies are really soaked in coffee, and the zabaglione cream tastes just nicely - not too sweet nor too creamy. Simply perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI5a3NPK9JE/TaWBFhyoFMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VxOba0-kMMY/s1600/IMG_1086%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595020044047750338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI5a3NPK9JE/TaWBFhyoFMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VxOba0-kMMY/s320/IMG_1086%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at me eating this! One is not enough!! I want to eat more but I'm bloated already. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel bad for mentioning that I had a gathering. If not, I might have the chance to taste Auntie Cheng's imported rum fruit cake! Aiisshh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-7935320503122814012?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7935320503122814012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7935320503122814012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/04/super-night-20110409.html' title='Super Night 20110409'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygCPiY-QNxg/TaWE1IZ22-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/SHuRY4uPohM/s72-c/IMG_1065%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-2960944575063101428</id><published>2011-04-13T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:18:47.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>摔破的鏡子</title><content type='html'>不久前有個朋友看著已經摔破的鏡子感嘆地說&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 鏡子很奇怪，摔破了的即使把它一片不剩的拼湊起來，它也不再是完整的一面鏡子了。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 哇，真的也。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 一片完整的鏡子，摔破了之後，即使把碎片都一一歸位，也找不出完整的映像了。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 也許有時候愛情更像一面鏡子。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 當你把愛情摔壞了以後，就算慢慢的把碎片都找回來了，但卻再也照不出愛情原來的樣子了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4018834411985210601-2960944575063101428?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2960944575063101428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/2960944575063101428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='摔破的鏡子'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018834411985210601.post-7974051608324685304</id><published>2011-04-05T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:54:20.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food That Are Good For Your Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started a new blog! :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the first post is on... Beauty and skincare! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well. It's because my skin's temperaments are driving me crazy! Sometimes, I feel good about it, but most of the time, I hope that time can be rewind to my NS year, when my skin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am quite annoyed by my skin condition. Arrgh. It's not that I don't take care of it. I admit that I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; like to touch my skin and squeeze the acnes. They &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; very disturbing ok!! &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus I decided to improve the terrible condition through proper diet. First thing is definitely cutting down the spices! D:! Have to have zero-chilli for my meals from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Now from the professional sides, they kind of sort out what are the foods that are good for the skin. The main concern is to cure acnes (damn so nice!) as cleansing agents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foSm85TEoZQ/TZvyycuxzhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3w9zKEVqL4s/s1600/beautiful_skin_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592330310830378514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foSm85TEoZQ/TZvyycuxzhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3w9zKEVqL4s/s400/beautiful_skin_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Want to have perfect smooth skin like her? Well better heed this piece of advice and eat more: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP1kOEEGvEk/TZvyx8qY5iI/AAAAAAAAAhk/oju4KA5kWjA/s1600/brazil-nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592330302222034466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP1kOEEGvEk/TZvyx8qY5iI/AAAAAAAAAhk/oju4KA5kWjA/s400/brazil-nuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. &lt;strong&gt;Brazil nuts&lt;/strong&gt;. They are an excellent sourse of the mineral selenium. Selenium improves the elascity of skin, helps to battle skin infections, and is thought to help individuals with acne. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kQlGl_UOIQ/TZvyx4YJoiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xR-fyybzIl4/s1600/carrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592330301071794722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kQlGl_UOIQ/TZvyx4YJoiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xR-fyybzIl4/s400/carrot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;strong&gt;Carrots&lt;/strong&gt;. They are a high source of beta-carotene. the body converts the beta-carotene to vitamin A for the use within the body. They are also a good source of vitamin C, which is a powerful antioxidant that mops up the free radicals, such as those produced by overexposure to the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjXr3HkHzS4/TZvyxjHjbLI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Qrjrn364ZzM/s1600/berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592330295365037234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjXr3HkHzS4/TZvyxjHjbLI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Qrjrn364ZzM/s400/berries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Berries&lt;/strong&gt; such as blackcurrants, blueberries, raspberries, cranberries... They help the body manufacture collagen which makes the skin supple and smooth. Blueberries are loaded with antioxidant compounds that neutralises the free radicals which lead to skin cell damage and premature skin aging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhHEKmtOmUs/TZvyxesJY8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rldfDQ6wp1E/s1600/Tuna%252520salmon%252520sardines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592330294176342978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhHEKmtOmUs/TZvyxesJY8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rldfDQ6wp1E/s400/Tuna%252520salmon%252520sardines.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;strong&gt;Oily fish&lt;/strong&gt; such as salmon, sardines, tuna and mackerel play an important role in skin health. Salmon contains a high amount of omega-3 fatty acids which the body cannot manufacture on its own. These fatty acids improve the skin by decreasing the occurrence of clogged pores, reducing the body's production of inflammatory agents. They are responsible for healthy cell membrane, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Information are from &lt;a href="http://www.newsoxy.com/features/foods-that-are-good-for-your-skin-22197.html"&gt;Newsoxy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now I understand why my skin condition is getting worse. I don't like nuts, and Brazil nuts are hard to find (no?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like berries except blueberries. And my blueberry source ia pathetically from cake fillings. I never buy fresh blueberries before. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I eat the fish. When I'm away from home and the fish meals which are sold outside are not tempting. No-longer-freshy, smelly and overcooked are comments that pop out from my mind when I look at those de-appetizing fishes. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol. I'm a picky person. I know. Just let me die of having ugly skin AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/4018834411985210601-7974051608324685304?l=hearmysound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7974051608324685304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4018834411985210601/posts/default/7974051608324685304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearmysound.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-that-are-good-for-your-skin.html' title='Food That Are Good For Your Skin'/><author><name>serene ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17166466850970616196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMxHDzEon-Y/Tq4-ikYxoAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2zaxvXjnXeg/s220/IMG_1987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foSm85TEoZQ/TZvyycuxzhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3w9zKEVqL4s/s72-c/beautiful_skin_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
