<?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-37470467</id><updated>2012-01-21T01:41:35.683+08:00</updated><category term='holy'/><category term='silly'/><category term='sad'/><category term='dramas'/><category term='back'/><category term='funny'/><category term='super'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='stupidness'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='harajuku'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='cute'/><category term='hair'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='band'/><category term='embarrassment'/><category term='boy'/><category term='homework'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='water'/><category term='tokyo'/><category term='hannah'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='family'/><category term='tears'/><category term='suju'/><category term='concert'/><category term='macrame'/><category term='naked'/><category term='dance'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='majlis'/><category term='kids'/><category term='roses'/><category term='bulb'/><category term='friends'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='donut'/><category term='me'/><category term='thursday'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='junior'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='miley'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='dog'/><category term='book'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='scary'/><category term='movie'/><category term='cool'/><category term='fire'/><category term='fan'/><category term='neighbours'/><category term='food'/><category term='wonder girls'/><category term='the spring'/><category term='japan'/><category term='charice'/><category term='tvxq'/><category term='kpop'/><category term='weird'/><category term='sick'/><category term='dbsk'/><category term='series'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='love'/><category term='super junior'/><category term='syndrome'/><category term='Life I guess...'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Trace My Steps</title><subtitle type='html'>.:Cause I'm just another girl:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7437132203843745726</id><published>2012-01-20T23:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:08:24.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3-rXM9oorY/TxmcsdOM44I/AAAAAAAAA9I/KEEJyD9UWZ4/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3-rXM9oorY/TxmcsdOM44I/AAAAAAAAA9I/KEEJyD9UWZ4/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759090986443650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all the Skyping and chatting and facebooking, I finally got to see him last Thursday on the 12th of Jan. After about 6 months of being apart, we planned to meet up and he came to KL. On Thursday we met at Mid Valley, after my classes of course. Even he seemed taller than when I last saw him... how is that even possible?? Must be all the Aussie food.. I wanna grow too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A00alkH6LbI/Txmb2jLBcQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NZAbCVjUbIs/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A00alkH6LbI/Txmb2jLBcQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NZAbCVjUbIs/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699758164870787330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the LRT to Mid Valley that day. At the Bandar Tasik Selatan station, I got stopped by two guys who tried to get me to open this paper for lucky draw. When I opened it, I won the super bonus which was a car or a trip to somewhere. They were so excited and congratulated me but in my head my brain was screaming SCAM SCAM, how do I get out of this shit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they proceeded to explain how to win this and how it works. All the while I was just politely nodding my head and giving the occasional "uh huh" or "ok". Then they wanted me to check the balance in my bank account since I need more than RM1500 in mine. I said "no, I'm really rushing to meet a friend" I gave all kinds of excuse in my most convincing tone since they wasted like almost 30 minutes of my life and I just wanted to leave. There's no way a person can win a car that easily and NO WAY are you cheating meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are very convincing and cunning. They know how to act happy for you and stuff and although I was curious to go to the office and find out my prize since they told me to, I felt that it wasn't right for me to do so. I just declined it and tried to walk away. They were super disappointed and said "I can't get my bonus" "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity" with their sad faces. I was so relieved that I could finally get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting on the KTM, I reached Mid Valley. I really don't like the KTM. It's so dodgy and crowded. Anyways, I arrived earlier than him and his friends. When they came, there was introductions then we went our separate ways. I hung out with him and we mostly just spent time together talking about stuff. It was a great feeling being able to tell him things face to face and not just a blurred video call of him on the screen! I was sad that I couldn't stay at his friend's (who is also my friend) apartment that night since I had class the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day after classes I had to take the LRT again to meet them at Pavillion. I was lost outside the Bukit Bintang monorail station and was super annoyed because these students kept on trying to get me to support them to buy stuff. I was tired and moody after a long journey and I didn't have the patience. I waited for him to come and fetch me but after awhile he took so long that I started walking around to try and spot Pavillion. When I saw it, I just walked in that direction thankful that I could leave that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYRP0BWxnOI/TxmcYVtaynI/AAAAAAAAA88/Bre3FCe5wO0/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYRP0BWxnOI/TxmcYVtaynI/AAAAAAAAA88/Bre3FCe5wO0/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699758745372510834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Le me facebooking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Left to right: Me, Mave, Hui Zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole day at Pavillion shopping and eating. I didn't shop much, just bought a headband at Padini. Everything there is pricey x( I stayed over at the apartment that night and we played Monopoly Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night he got sick and ended up vomiting a lot. He went to the clinic to get some meds and stayed in the whole day sleeping. Guess who had to stay and look after him while everyone went out? The good girlfriend/ nurse. Oh one day karma will come to me and make me win the lottery! I'll tell you something honest, I am so glad I didn't take up nursing! I just don't have the patience but I tried my best that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he was feeling much better and could go out. I was rejoicing because finally I was released from the enclosed area and out into the world again :) oh and because he was well again of course. :D We went to Dynasty restaurant to eat yummy dim sum. And embarrassed ourselves by singing the birthday song to Yoong Whei just for fun when it's not even her birthday! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about it, the interesting weekend I had with him and his friends. Thanks to Hui Zen for driving me back to IMU and around KL and also thanks to Yoong Whei for taking the photos. It was nice meeting Jonathan, Yoong Whei and Kian Seng, the guy who finds "Agoo" hilarious. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I might not get to see him for another 9-10 months, it's the moments like these that make me look forward to seeing him again. Like the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lm1_8gTd7Uw/TxmdJr_Mi1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/J763wBMwee8/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lm1_8gTd7Uw/TxmdJr_Mi1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/J763wBMwee8/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759593166244690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7437132203843745726?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7437132203843745726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7437132203843745726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7437132203843745726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7437132203843745726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/reunion.html' title='The reunion'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3-rXM9oorY/TxmcsdOM44I/AAAAAAAAA9I/KEEJyD9UWZ4/s72-c/IMG_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7577569467790403786</id><published>2012-01-07T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:23:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation fun</title><content type='html'>If last night was just the beginning of the orientation games fun, I can't wait to see what's in store for next week! We had 'The Olympic Run' which was basically a game for us freshies to find out who took  the Ophiucus book by winning station games to receive more clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the theme of our orientation is Ophiuchus, the 13th zodiac/star discovered recently. Here's the video I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EtXgksYOU-o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run around the park nearby IMU looking for the stations  where the games were held. Through a lot of group cheer and running and teamwork, my team Badass really bonded well. We're named after the 9gag meme. This shows how many 9gaggers (lifeless people including me) there are in my uni. Heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even drew the meme on our flag! I'm really proud of my drawing, didn't know I could draw so well. (mostly it was copying but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHgLjlK6V38/TwhSqANmKOI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Aj0NnlivrUM/s1600/397228_10150452816196487_546661486_9078407_2061332700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHgLjlK6V38/TwhSqANmKOI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Aj0NnlivrUM/s320/397228_10150452816196487_546661486_9078407_2061332700_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694892610375002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is gonna be really packed because classes start and the orientation games are after class. So I'm gonna be seeing my classmates for almost 24 hours daily. O.O The boring part of the orientation like the briefings are all over but IMU somehow has the fun part of orientation too. haha, ME GUSTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up blogging again because I have nothing much to do at night besides downloading episodes of Big Bang Theory and Pretty Little Liars. The workload will be coming in soon so I guess I'll be more occupied then. There is no source of entertainment here around my condo and uni, like seriously. No shopping malls, no bars, pubs, lounges, no ice-skating rinks, nothing! I miss Sunway Pyramid :( It was only 10 minutes walk from my condo over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7577569467790403786?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7577569467790403786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7577569467790403786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7577569467790403786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7577569467790403786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/orientation-fun.html' title='Orientation fun'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EtXgksYOU-o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8020862838963181483</id><published>2012-01-05T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:18:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wifi... NOT</title><content type='html'>They just installed a modem in my unit.... without a wireless router!! So I'm going online using a cable connected to the modem, old school style. Luckily I don't have housemates in this case or else I'll be considered selfish. LOL. Shall complain to the warden tomorrow.. again! I bet she'll be damn tired of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8020862838963181483?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8020862838963181483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8020862838963181483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8020862838963181483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8020862838963181483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/wifi-not.html' title='Wifi... NOT'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7496430749164736925</id><published>2012-01-05T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:00:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking news</title><content type='html'>I found out that a Form 6 girl from my secondary school had died due to the heavy floods in Kuching. Apparently she slipped and fell during heavy rain into a big drain and a Shell worker jumped in and tried to save her BUT he died to! :( How tragic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if my facts are right, I'm typing from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in Batu Lintang, near my school and house. It's so scary that it could have been someone I know to just pass away like that. Prayers to the girl and her family. May she R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to the brave Shell worker! At least he died knowing he tried... Bless his soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7496430749164736925?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7496430749164736925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7496430749164736925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7496430749164736925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7496430749164736925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking news'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6514373974745736284</id><published>2012-01-04T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:42:38.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard nothing</title><content type='html'>While I was taking a nap just now after my 2nd day of orientation, I started to think back to yesterday. About how I thought I heard the main gate to my unit being opened and somebody entering and voices of a guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought "what if I'm not alone???" and all these thoughts came racing through my head and I ended up not napping and thinking about my horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are human or not human, or I heard my neighbour instead, PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB ME!! I'm just a girl from a small town who has nothing much and hasn't changed the world yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Justin Bieber instead! He's got more money than me!! I just started uni and people say its the best time of their lives and I wouldn't wanna miss out on that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh please future housemates, move in quick so I don't have to be so lonely and terrified here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I wore new shoes on my first day of uni and they gave me horrible blisters behind my foot. They swelled so much that today one of em rubbed against my shoe and burst with blood. Here's the disgusting picture and another picture of IMU's very own specialist clinic: cool huh? &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jPw0PkhbQjI/TwRjH2A-ByI/AAAAAAAAA8E/l6J1na1u0sk/s640/blogger-image--705600649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 366px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jPw0PkhbQjI/TwRjH2A-ByI/AAAAAAAAA8E/l6J1na1u0sk/s640/blogger-image--705600649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u1RDJroXZ-M/TwRjIc3gpdI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZCrp91w_Bqg/s640/blogger-image--1263462105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 368px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u1RDJroXZ-M/TwRjIc3gpdI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZCrp91w_Bqg/s640/blogger-image--1263462105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6514373974745736284?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6514373974745736284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6514373974745736284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6514373974745736284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6514373974745736284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/heard-nothing.html' title='Heard nothing'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jPw0PkhbQjI/TwRjH2A-ByI/AAAAAAAAA8E/l6J1na1u0sk/s72-c/blogger-image--705600649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1923006687491823774</id><published>2012-01-02T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:45:34.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>It was an eventful day today. I checked in my hostel at IMU around 2pm and the guard almost chased us away since it was a public holiday and the uni was closed. Luckily a guy came over and asked if we wanted to check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the block closest to IMU! Aww yeah but I'm not gonna say which floor in case some creep wants to stalk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out for late lunch with my aunt and uncle and dad. We ate at Subang Parade and at that time I just realized I didnt have any shower gel for myself! Or else I would have to shower soapless and smell awful on my first day of orientation OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was told i'm the only one staying in my unit at the moment. At first I was happy cause it meant I would have it all to myself like I owned it BUT THEN night time came and it started getting creepy. I keep hearing sounds everywhere and I'm scared shit so I play music from my laptop to keep myself calm. It sucks to not know anyone here yet so I'm Obama self :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also told there's no wifi yet!! It'll only come sometime this month but the warden didn't specify exactly when. So for now I have to surf online with my iPhone. I can't play the sims social sob sob....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 2 and a half hours unpacking everything and cleaning up. Wth WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY CLOTHES? It took up one whole big luggage bag not including my formal wear. And oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y U NO LET US WEAR JEANS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND T-SHIRTS AND SLIPPERS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bathed with cold water. I didn't mind that, it's just that I paid (ok my parents) paid a lot for my hostel fees and I found out my shower was spoilt!! The shower head came off and water was flowing from the shower machine thingy. Sigh, Lord help me get through this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a few pics of my room:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NjsOPiRXoyc/TwHDoBkj22I/AAAAAAAAA7s/fM8V2rJ7kxs/s640/blogger-image--1199052107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NjsOPiRXoyc/TwHDoBkj22I/AAAAAAAAA7s/fM8V2rJ7kxs/s640/blogger-image--1199052107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WD_RuwsZb28/TwHDomt4_MI/AAAAAAAAA70/lZbxlwFNdO8/s640/blogger-image-1275232136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px; height: 342px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WD_RuwsZb28/TwHDomt4_MI/AAAAAAAAA70/lZbxlwFNdO8/s640/blogger-image-1275232136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fT-7nF4pnxM/TwHDpZzwCaI/AAAAAAAAA74/w6HOB-V9qO0/s640/blogger-image--124436234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fT-7nF4pnxM/TwHDpZzwCaI/AAAAAAAAA74/w6HOB-V9qO0/s640/blogger-image--124436234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1923006687491823774?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1923006687491823774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1923006687491823774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1923006687491823774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1923006687491823774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-home.html' title='New home'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NjsOPiRXoyc/TwHDoBkj22I/AAAAAAAAA7s/fM8V2rJ7kxs/s72-c/blogger-image--1199052107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7417296327652623830</id><published>2012-01-01T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:46:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello KL</title><content type='html'>I have just arrived in kl and am now on the way to my uncle's house to stay overnight before checking in to my hostel tomorrow. My uni life is starting and I'm waiting with bated breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me where I'm gonna study, I say IMU then they ask me what it stands for. International Magic University?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and google it yourself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this phone blogging app. I love my iPhone 4s! I have a feeling I'll be blogging everywhere I go... &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cuM-ABJDCR0/Tv_Z_pgMPSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8HD9VinNx9A/s640/blogger-image-2124243742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 375px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cuM-ABJDCR0/Tv_Z_pgMPSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8HD9VinNx9A/s640/blogger-image-2124243742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7417296327652623830?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7417296327652623830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7417296327652623830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7417296327652623830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7417296327652623830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-kl.html' title='Hello KL'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cuM-ABJDCR0/Tv_Z_pgMPSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8HD9VinNx9A/s72-c/blogger-image-2124243742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6626277378409648213</id><published>2012-01-01T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:05:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new year</title><content type='html'>Well in 10 minutes time it's gonna be the end of 2011. Goodbye all the painful and bitter memories of last year, and i'll welcome the good memories into my heart for safe keeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is out clubbing or doing the countdown together somewhere but I am stuck at home packing for KL. I'm leaving on new years day. I'm not sad actually. Quite excited and nervous to start anew where I dunno anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time blogging using mobile app. Now I can blog anywhere in the world! Even in the bathroom ok no forget I said that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are asking what my new years resolution is? Well since people say I'm always quiet in class(actually I'm talking back in my head in my own little world) so I'm gonna try to speak up more. One of my lecturers said the only time she heard me talk for a long time was during my presentation. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on the shy side so I've always grown up being quiet. But I plan to change and be the person I am with my close friends. Hahah well I bet my bestie would say "oh no"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have to say before I sleep early to catch my morning flight. Happy new year peeps!! :D it's 2012 and we will make it to 2013.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-svuGXtRXKrU/Tv8y5RRG9TI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bIt4Hm3b5W8/s640/blogger-image--2102634400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-svuGXtRXKrU/Tv8y5RRG9TI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bIt4Hm3b5W8/s640/blogger-image--2102634400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6626277378409648213?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6626277378409648213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6626277378409648213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6626277378409648213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6626277378409648213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='The new year'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-svuGXtRXKrU/Tv8y5RRG9TI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bIt4Hm3b5W8/s72-c/blogger-image--2102634400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8550797499812139968</id><published>2011-12-31T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:59:47.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>Two days after Christmas, it was my birthday. It's rather dreadful really, having your birthday during the holidays because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1) Friends go off for holiday so they won't be there to celebrate with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;2) Friends likely forget about my birthday because they're too busy enjoying themselves (unless Facebook notifies them. maybe I should not put my birthday in Fb next year to see who really remembers my birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;3) I most likely end up alone in front of the computer (thank goodness for 9gag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the best birthday present ever--- a 2NE1 desk calender!! I was ecstatic over it and it will stand on my desk while I'm in IMU studying my ass off some test in the future. I freaking love my friends who thought about it(okay it was just one friend and the rest just chipped in)... it was ordered all the way from Korea! ofnoivnhsifhisdfhndf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a lonely birthday... but I was wrong. I had a dinner with the fam at Porkies (awesome pork ribs yum yum). And later on one of my friend asked me out for drinks to celebrate. I ended up celebrating my birthday at Basaga with 3 of my guy friends. They're the only ones who could make it... How sad is that! Well at least I didn't end up alone and miserable. Far from it, I had my first tequila shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a drinker because I don't like the strong alcohol taste. But since it was a special day and my friends were paying for me, what the hell right? I was taught step by step by Yong Kai who didn't know how to drink at my last birthday, and see how Scotland changed him. Haha... First I had to taste the salt on the rim of the shot glass and drink the whole shot. Then, I had to suck the lime. Adrian even took a video of me drinking it and my face expression looked funny when I tasted the shot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 19 years of age and still living in this world trying to figure out my place in life. The show must go on people... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8550797499812139968?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8550797499812139968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8550797499812139968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8550797499812139968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8550797499812139968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8839798488902069469</id><published>2011-12-04T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:26:19.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no he didn't</title><content type='html'>Am I a boring person? Is that why you distance yourself further from me?? I don't understand you... And I'm cracking my head trying to figure out how to make this right :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8839798488902069469?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8839798488902069469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8839798488902069469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8839798488902069469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8839798488902069469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-no-he-didnt.html' title='Oh no he didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4431745004172491784</id><published>2011-10-22T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:54:31.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;L</title><content type='html'>Wonder what the title stands for? Bratty &amp;amp; Lively? Bright &amp;amp; Long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's BORED &amp;amp; LONELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Uml9qSCd0/TcZcQPuPY7I/AAAAAAAAADk/uBSh8FgQN7k/s1600/lonely-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Uml9qSCd0/TcZcQPuPY7I/AAAAAAAAADk/uBSh8FgQN7k/s1600/lonely-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been feeling that way for the past month already. Aside from work, I don't have any other plans or friends to go out with. They flew off to some exotic country like Canada or UK to study and some are in KL while I'm still here. Getting tired of my job each day. I can't wait to go back to KL and then study for 2 years plus and then finally fly to Scotland! I wanna get out of Malaysia to experience new cultures and a new environment... Sigh but it seems like such a long time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how the heart actually grows fonder with the absence of someone... Distance actually makes the person appear bigger in the heart, well in MY heart anyway. And it grows each day. These are my lonely days. Oh woe is me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4431745004172491784?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4431745004172491784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4431745004172491784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4431745004172491784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4431745004172491784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/10/b.html' title='B&amp;L'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Uml9qSCd0/TcZcQPuPY7I/AAAAAAAAADk/uBSh8FgQN7k/s72-c/lonely-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4321369675398526092</id><published>2011-10-10T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:03:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haru haru</title><content type='html'>Everyday is the same old routine.. I wonder how much longer I can stand it... But there are those small moments that make you happy again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw1tUTraNuw/TpMI03kEG_I/AAAAAAAAA68/AhM4YmNHfvA/s1600/P10-10-11_14.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw1tUTraNuw/TpMI03kEG_I/AAAAAAAAA68/AhM4YmNHfvA/s320/P10-10-11_14.59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661878860896279538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like getting free cupcakes. Ngehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Appetit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4321369675398526092?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4321369675398526092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4321369675398526092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4321369675398526092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4321369675398526092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/10/haru-haru.html' title='Haru haru'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw1tUTraNuw/TpMI03kEG_I/AAAAAAAAA68/AhM4YmNHfvA/s72-c/P10-10-11_14.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3485255566580921995</id><published>2011-10-09T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:09:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had....</title><content type='html'>If I had a single flower for every time I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aboutgarden.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/508336501_b58300ebe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://aboutgarden.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/508336501_b58300ebe8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could walk forever in my garden. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-3485255566580921995?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3485255566580921995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3485255566580921995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3485255566580921995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3485255566580921995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-had.html' title='If I had....'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7088667157035034173</id><published>2011-10-04T22:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:36:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I've noticed that girls are always putting down their looks and saying that other girls are prettier, even if in fact, they are gorgeous. It's odd, really. I mean is there any girl who is 100% confident in her looks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ask any girl around you and you'll definitely get a NO. Even the slightest imperfection on their body can become a big deal. In this world where looks are everything, and the pressure from boys makes it very hard for a girl. I have a friend who tried to change everything for a boy. It's not worth it, getting a guy who loves you for who you are, even when you are in your pyjamas with a stoned face is the best feeling in the world. :) Girls try to keep up to the standards that society has set for them and some try a bit too hard until it backfires on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As a girl speaking, I'm absolutely tired of being told to do this and that in order to look prettier. People tell me that I should be more feminine and wear dresses, instead of always jeans and shorts(which are totally comfortable, thank you very much), or learn how to put on make-up (I've never bothered, you can only find me wearing lipgloss the most).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well screw you people. I wear whatever I wanna wear, be it a dress to sleep or a rucksack for an outing. And I bet a 5-year-old kid can put on make up better than I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I got the inspiration to write this post after listening to 2NE1's song "Ugly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="mp4downloader_embedButtonInitialized mp4downloader_tagChecked " src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NGe0hHvAGkc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="width: 560px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;button class="mp4downloader_btnForIFrame " type="button"&gt;Download Video as MP4&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The chorus goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I'm ugly and nobody wants to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty, I wanna be pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Don't lie to my face telling me I'm pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I bet almost every girl has ever felt like this at least once in their life, unless they are a hot supermodel or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://readytrendsetgo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/2ne1ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 389px;" src="http://readytrendsetgo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/2ne1ugly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2NE1 ftw!&lt;/span&gt; :D&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/37470467-7088667157035034173?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7088667157035034173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7088667157035034173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7088667157035034173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7088667157035034173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-im-ugly.html' title='I think I&apos;m ugly'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NGe0hHvAGkc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1862515644231033241</id><published>2011-10-01T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:12:14.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's a stereo</title><content type='html'>Lately my two favourite songs are Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes and Stereo Love by Edward Maya. Coincidence isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.idolator.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/stereo-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 276px;" src="http://cdn.idolator.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/stereo-hearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereo &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only pray you'll never leave me behind, because good music can be so hard to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1862515644231033241?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1862515644231033241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1862515644231033241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1862515644231033241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1862515644231033241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-hearts-stereo.html' title='My heart&apos;s a stereo'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7796465243928562297</id><published>2011-09-25T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:44:44.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday sunday</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up early to go to morning mass which was hard for me. I'm not a morning person and I couldn't sleep much  last night due to my brother going in and out of his bedroom to throw up in the toilet. He had a heck of a birthday party last night, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something embarrassing yesterday at work. I shouldn't be allowed to work at a place filled with glass and porcelain cups because I'm as clumsy as an elephant. See, I was serving a double espresso to a customer and my hand was about to reach the cup when it knocked the tray instead and spilled the contents all over the tray. Right in front of the customer. =.= I was super embarrassed and went to get a new one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that my colleague was laughing at me the rest of the day until I couldn't help it but laugh too. Ahh that's me, the joke of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7796465243928562297?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7796465243928562297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7796465243928562297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7796465243928562297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7796465243928562297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday sunday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8205917298602709894</id><published>2011-09-22T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:01:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo joy</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I had a photoshoot with Patrick and John Paul. We weren't doing it for anything, just a normal having fun kind of thing. And I have to say, Patrick is REALLY GOOD at photography. He managed to capture some really nice photographs. Wheeee~ I'm even putting one of it as my main header photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have seen the nicer photos, so these are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloopers&lt;/span&gt;( please don't laugh at my silly expressions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0FbRHrXG3w/TntHwGiF_-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/L9I_gz-r5Zw/s1600/DSC05577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0FbRHrXG3w/TntHwGiF_-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/L9I_gz-r5Zw/s200/DSC05577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655192648806694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeSet8qU0Vg/TntIzLkoYdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJqB9YuscRQ/s1600/DSC05620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeSet8qU0Vg/TntIzLkoYdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJqB9YuscRQ/s200/DSC05620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655193801210749394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIq_iSgW3_o/TntJnd_syjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3DgIHsOARVY/s1600/DSC05712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIq_iSgW3_o/TntJnd_syjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3DgIHsOARVY/s200/DSC05712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655194699509320242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to make the wind blow my scarf for the effect. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga_CcOcQ3FU/TntLo_d63xI/AAAAAAAAA6c/MjKwJW8ywJo/s1600/DSC05746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga_CcOcQ3FU/TntLo_d63xI/AAAAAAAAA6c/MjKwJW8ywJo/s200/DSC05746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655196924697566994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Peekaboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bZWG3zKdTE/TntMtvOEyTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/H21tuTXKZZw/s1600/DSC05665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bZWG3zKdTE/TntMtvOEyTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/H21tuTXKZZw/s200/DSC05665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655198105747114290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I could laugh with my mouth so wide o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. There are a lot more photos but I'm too lazy to upload them. I had a great time doing this photoshoot and I really wouldn't mind doing it again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8205917298602709894?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8205917298602709894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8205917298602709894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8205917298602709894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8205917298602709894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/photo-joy.html' title='Photo joy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0FbRHrXG3w/TntHwGiF_-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/L9I_gz-r5Zw/s72-c/DSC05577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5885952307107698411</id><published>2011-09-19T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:41:09.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new idol</title><content type='html'>Who is it? Yes, it's Demi Lovato. She has been struggling with depression and bulimia and cutting for years and recently went for rehab. Now that she's back out, she released her hit single "Skyscraper" which is just so raw with emotion it gave me goosebumps. I love the video. She even got a standing ovation at the Do Something Awards 2011! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not the Disney girl I know anymore, but a mature person who stood up against her problems. I guess that's why she sings with so much emotion in her live performances of Skyscraper because it's about her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GUWFFuOmxoI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OCXd6Ysyng4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5885952307107698411?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5885952307107698411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5885952307107698411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5885952307107698411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5885952307107698411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-new-idol.html' title='My new idol'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GUWFFuOmxoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2999755884640275258</id><published>2011-09-19T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:31:16.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative music video</title><content type='html'>This is one of the coolest music videos ever! It's interactive where you can select an option. hahah... gotta love the creativity :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SsdB0JPYzVQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today must be my unlucky day. I scraped my car against my gate and now the gate refuses to close properly :( I feel bad for troubling my dad as he tried to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I watched Johnny English with Val and it's an awesome stress-reliever! I laughed like crazy. Aahh... Anyways we thought she lost her wallet at the cinema and even asked customer service and MBO staff to look out for it, but it turns out she left her wallet in MY CAR all along. I even wanted to search my car thoroughly that time but she insisted on back tracking our steps!! Unlucky night for us I suppose... Goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2999755884640275258?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2999755884640275258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2999755884640275258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2999755884640275258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2999755884640275258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/creative-music-video.html' title='Creative music video'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SsdB0JPYzVQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3581528401706341867</id><published>2011-09-18T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:05:55.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't deny our r²π</title><content type='html'>Came across this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U-Kiss&lt;/span&gt; music video called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0330&lt;/span&gt;. I needed to re-watch it about 2-3 times in order to understand it. It's basically about a boy who makes up this girl and imagines her doing daily things with him while his friends are giving WTF faces. Quite sad, and the song is good so its a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h1zOhQQpw6U" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line from this song caught me. During the rapping part, they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't deny our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r²π"&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't that the formula for circumference? So I googled it and it actually has a sweet meaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;π = 3.14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And when﻿ you remove the decimal point, it’s the scrambled number of 143, which means I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And r square means you and I or each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When you apply it to the lyrics of the song…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don’t deny our LOVE FOR EACH OTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Credits to http://k-addicters.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so cool or what? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Eli) Yo listen up,  this is my tragic story,  just to break into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; (check it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Hoon) I still cannot erase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I keep thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Hoon) The sound of the raindrops hitting on the window of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;The place that you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) And I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(AJ) The view of your back, leaving me on this rainy road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Because I couldn't do anything again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I regret it again everyday. I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I pray, I want you to be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I can't. I can't stand it. I cannot stand a day without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;My tears are falling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Will I be able to forget you ? When will I be like that till ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Soohyun) I still cannot erase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I keep thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Soohyun) The sound of the raindrops hitting on the window of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;The place that you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) And I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Kiseop) Oh tonight again, tonight again, her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Eli) I keep thinking of you at night, I cannot sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Why did I turn on this love show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;The distance between us has increased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I was the servant of this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Why did we fight ? Why were we like that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Did you lose the sight ? We used to be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Why am I stuck in this moment ? The one I need is you, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Dongho) You, drooping your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;You, taking a rest on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;You, hitting your chest in frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;You, praying to the heavens with your hands clasped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I think of you getting up. Let's forget and erase all our bad memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(I'm sorry) How would you ? I cannot say anything besides 'I'm sorry'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Kevin) I still cannot erase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I keep thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Kevin) The sound of the raindrops hitting on the window of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;The place that you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) And I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Kevin) Oh tonight again, tonight again, her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Eli, AJ, Dongho) You and I, don't cut our cord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Don't deny our r²π&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Come to me, everything is fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;We will start everything over, over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Hoon) I still cannot erase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I keep thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Kevin) The sound of the raindrops hitting on the window of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;The place that you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(U-Kiss) And I cannot sleep at all at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-3581528401706341867?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3581528401706341867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3581528401706341867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3581528401706341867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3581528401706341867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-deny-our-r.html' title='Don&apos;t deny our r²π'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h1zOhQQpw6U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8096985047402631332</id><published>2011-09-17T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:45:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little Liars</title><content type='html'>I know this is my 3rd post for today, but I just have this urge to blog. I don't know where all this itching in my fingers came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.huluim.com/shows/key_art_pretty_little_liars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 234px;" src="http://assets.huluim.com/shows/key_art_pretty_little_liars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I fell in love with this drama called Pretty Little Liars. Here's the summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The series follows the lives of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aria_Montgomery" title="Aria Montgomery"&gt;Aria Montgomery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Hale" title="Lucy Hale"&gt;Lucy Hale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spencer_Hastings" title="Spencer Hastings"&gt;Spencer Hastings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troian_Bellisario" title="Troian Bellisario"&gt;Troian Bellisario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanna_Marin" title="Hanna Marin" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Hanna Marin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashley_Benson" title="Ashley Benson"&gt;Ashley Benson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Fields" title="Emily Fields" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Emily Fields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shay_Mitchell" title="Shay Mitchell"&gt;Shay Mitchell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;), four girls whose clique falls apart after the disappearance of their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_bee_%28subculture%29" title="Queen bee (subculture)"&gt;queen bee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alison_DiLaurentis" title="Alison DiLaurentis" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Alison DiLaurentis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sasha_Pieterse" title="Sasha Pieterse"&gt;Sasha Pieterse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;).  One year later, they begin receiving messages from a mysterious figure  using the name "A" who threatens to expose their secrets. At first they  think it's Alison herself, but after she is found dead, the girls  realize that someone else knows their secrets, — including long-hidden  ones they thought only Alison knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it all sound so mysterious and interesting? Everything about this show thrills me but the bad news is that the next episode is on October 19th for a Halloween special. I'll have to wait for so long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the 3rd season of Vampire Diaries just premiered yesterday. I'll have this to keep me occupied for now. Hehe... :D Oh and I have a Korean drama lying on my bed waiting for me to watch it. It's called City Hunter and it's quite popular lately. Actually weeks ago, but at least I'm trying to keep up with the Hallyu wave okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8096985047402631332?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8096985047402631332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8096985047402631332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8096985047402631332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8096985047402631332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/pretty-little-liars.html' title='Pretty Little Liars'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4654630987231811267</id><published>2011-09-17T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:19:18.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the bluebird through my window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdks9DWmrIo/TnSPhA71iqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TSXTugy3pKs/s1600/P30-07-11_09.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdks9DWmrIo/TnSPhA71iqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TSXTugy3pKs/s400/P30-07-11_09.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653301229606242978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this random photo. Taken during the orientation week in Monash, made by my group. But I'm not even a student there anymore. Sad... I made so many new friends already and even got closer to acquaintances but I guess my path lies elsewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4654630987231811267?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4654630987231811267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4654630987231811267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4654630987231811267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4654630987231811267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-comes-bluebird-through-my-window.html' title='Here comes the bluebird through my window'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdks9DWmrIo/TnSPhA71iqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TSXTugy3pKs/s72-c/P30-07-11_09.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4529905619784368599</id><published>2011-09-17T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:21:22.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions to decisions are bought</title><content type='html'>When I decided to check my e-mail for any important messages, my heart stopped when I saw a message from IMU. It was an offer letter to study Pharmacy! But I was caught in between because I had just started a course in Medical Bioscience at Monash. How could I just leave everything behind when I had already settled in, for another offer to study a course that starts only next year in a place where I didn't know anyone? Anyways, that whole night changed my life as I carefully laid out all the advantages and disadvantages of each course and prayed hard to God that I would make the correct choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yienyien.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/img_6421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 344px;" src="http://yienyien.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/img_6421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyways, that was about one month ago in KL. Now I'm back in my hometown Kuching and working part-time at Delifrance just to pass the time until I resume studying again in January 2012. My cousin introduced the job to me and for the past few weeks I've gained more knowledge in the food and beverages line like making drinks i.e cappuccino, cafe mocha, cafe latte. There was one guy who asked me why didn't I do something related to Pharmacy instead of working as a waitress and that I was weird to do that. Pfft, my life my choice, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's because I want to acquire skills in different areas and I don't want to only immerse myself with studying and Science-related stuff. I like having a pinch of everything, just like choosing every flavour and colour of cupcakes you see on display in a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I actually miss KL a lot. The people, the shopping malls, the environment. It's all so exciting and vibrant there especially at night, and completely opposite to Kuching. My hometown is peaceful, quiet and picturesque. I still love it here, because it holds all the memories I have as I grew up. I've got the best of both worlds, you can say :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4529905619784368599?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4529905619784368599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4529905619784368599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4529905619784368599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4529905619784368599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/decisions-to-decisions-are-bought.html' title='Decisions to decisions are bought'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2018978189237570099</id><published>2011-09-16T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:35:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple words: I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color:#674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm listening to so many emo songs lately, I think it's like my drug. Love hurts whether it's right or wrong. Accompanying this love is a handful of emotional ballads that run on replay and is never ending. Sighh, such is life... Where art thou, romeo? I hate myself for being so dramatic like this. I don't do drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color:#674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div color="#674ea7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;I didn't plan for my feelings towards you to grow, it just did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13765822/20051221193730-boo-i-miss-you_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13765822/20051221193730-boo-i-miss-you_thumb.jpg" height="200" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2018978189237570099?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2018978189237570099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2018978189237570099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2018978189237570099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2018978189237570099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/09/simple-words-i-miss-you.html' title='Simple words: I miss you'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6460694590306917554</id><published>2011-07-21T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:57:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degree starts</title><content type='html'>Well I'm surprisingly back in KL again.. After all the hustle and bustle of deciding which course I wanna take, I finally decided on Monash doing Medical Bioscience. I've never heard of the course before, and so does many others I think. It seems that the job prospects of this course would be limited, but I'm hoping for the best in my future. What I would really like to do is to study overseas, but that can wait. For now I have this new chapter in my life that just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation started on Monday until Wednesday. It was the talks given that made me change my mind, because before that I started to doubt my decision again. So many questions unanswered, but I was somehow convinced that it would all work out. I believe I was put in this university in this course for a reason. I mean, Medical Bioscience was never my first, second, or third choice at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so out of place on the first two days that I didn't unpack all my things yet. I just took out the necessary things but left the others in my luggage and box. I just couldn't do it because the thought of doing my course for four weeks and then deciding i hated it was scary. Yes, I was ready to pack and leave at any chance I got until I found a solution. Some part of me thinks that I should have waited for 6 more months until January intake to decide what would be the best choice. But my parents kept saying it was a waste of time and pushed me to decide before the July intakes started. It was very hard, believe me. Choosing your future in only a few weeks, when nothing else seemed to be going your way is a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm9q4EqNtGY/TUlwG4f4QsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xAaVT1_d5XQ/s1600/Uncertainty-is-Expensive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm9q4EqNtGY/TUlwG4f4QsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xAaVT1_d5XQ/s1600/Uncertainty-is-Expensive.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well I've settled down(hopefully) and I hope everything would go uphill from now on. I've gone through the down in life so I'm waiting for the up to come now :) I may not have the privilege to study pharmacy in UK or something(yet) but I believe God has something in store for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When life gives me shit, I flush it down the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When life gives me lemons, I make lemon chicken :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6460694590306917554?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6460694590306917554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6460694590306917554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6460694590306917554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6460694590306917554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/07/degree-starts.html' title='Degree starts'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm9q4EqNtGY/TUlwG4f4QsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xAaVT1_d5XQ/s72-c/Uncertainty-is-Expensive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4402903183587073627</id><published>2011-07-05T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:25:23.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring holidays</title><content type='html'>I've did all I could now all I have to do is wait... And wait...! My future lies in the decisions made by higher people and I'm scared. I seriously do not know what my future course is right now if you ask me so please don't ask!! Everyone keeps on asking me when will I return to KL and I just reply "in September" which was my original plan but life has a way of screwing things up so it might not even happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have been a rush, a pain and I want to look past it and go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RBvQnxq6apk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2NE1- I am the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn catchy song. Bom ratatata tatatata hey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have I been interested in kpop? Hmm to think of it, since Form 4 if I'm not mistaken. I just happened to stumble across a Korean boyband and ever since I've been hooked. It somehow just opened up a new door to me. And it does not make me a lala! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Dream High. I have to say it's not a cliche Korean drama where the girl always falls in love with the main actor. Instead the other guy gets the girl. It's quite an inspirational story too- about students who want to pursue arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no idea what will I be doing for the next few weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4402903183587073627?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4402903183587073627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4402903183587073627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4402903183587073627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4402903183587073627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/07/boring-holidays.html' title='Boring holidays'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RBvQnxq6apk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7651389357427649860</id><published>2011-05-28T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:27:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>I slept at 3a.m last night after watching a horror movie with my friends in my room... And I couldn't sleep last night for some reason so I started coming up with a poem in my mind. It roughly goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I am quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I have nothing to say- I just whisper it in my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I am soft spoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean you can talk louder than me and drown out my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because someone else's smile is wider than mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean you can look right through me and not smile at me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I seem reserved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I am unfriendly- I just take time to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I do not argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I have no opinions- I just prefer to keep my lips sealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I prefer listening rather than talking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean that you can throw all your problems at me, but you ignore mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I have a smile on my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I am joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because you say spiteful things to me and I brush it off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean that the words do not cut me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I act nice to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean that you can take me for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I am unable to express how I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I do not feel it-you just do not sense it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I prefer the lonely path at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I dislike company-I just need space to clear my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because she pays attention to her looks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It does not mean I am 'unpretty'- you just need to look deep inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just because I am being me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It means you need to accept me for who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know this poem is really emotional. All the stuff I wrote are what I felt at some point in my life, there is no certain someone who did all of this to me at once- that's just awful. It all came back to me last night-hence the high emo level.  The poem is about an introvert who wants to come out of her shell and reach out for someone who cares. And yea, I am somewhat of an introvert but not to the extreme kind. Enjoy it! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7651389357427649860?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7651389357427649860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7651389357427649860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7651389357427649860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7651389357427649860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/05/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-392782237772475963</id><published>2011-04-06T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:56:02.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It's been about 3 months since I last blogged. I felt like a part of me was pieced back together again when I came here and re-read my posts. =) I forgot how nice and peaceful it felt to pour out all my feelings on this page again. Since nothing in my life is going the way I have planned, I should probably take a breather and let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Lately, I feel like I haven't been in control of my life and I need to take things and make them work for me. Life has been, pardon me, quite a biatch to me lately and i feel like a lost puppy wandering through the streets. I may seem fine on the outside and everyday I plaster a smile on my face but sometimes I feel like I want to just sleep in the whole day and skip classes. Sleep... peaceful, deep slumber so that I don't have to wake up and face the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart has been emotionally unstable and got stepped on too but I refused to mope about it and just carry on with life. But now, if it happens again I don't think I can take it anymore. I'm fragile too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I feel like slapping myself for being blind to the obvious.. For weeks, hints were popping up and I gently pushed it aside but now i feel like a stupid fool for doing that. I might not get the chance again... That's how silly i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Studies- hah! I haven't been doing that great but I'm not failing either. But my grades are not good enough to get into the course that I want. What happened to me along the way... distractions? temptations? I dread to face my parents and tell them what marks I'm getting because they have done so much to get me to be where I am today... I seriously got sidetracked along the way and i need to get my life in focus now! Though I think it might be too late but I will try till the very end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities come and slap me in the face and yet I am still oblivious to it. But no matter what I will still seek for more so that I can grab it, hold it tight and never let go. It's just a matter of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mindcafe.org/images/dream-meanings/drowning-dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 403px;" src="http://www.mindcafe.org/images/dream-meanings/drowning-dreams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-392782237772475963?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/392782237772475963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=392782237772475963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/392782237772475963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/392782237772475963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-again.html' title='Back again!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-9142491506777993669</id><published>2010-12-14T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:31:13.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i had my own car =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh anyways, here's a christmas song from all the artists under JYP entertainment- Wonder Girls, 2PM, 2AM and Miss A. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lxb0gd8ytjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lxb0gd8ytjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-9142491506777993669?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/9142491506777993669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=9142491506777993669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/9142491506777993669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/9142491506777993669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-i-had-my-own-car-ahh-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4647178030489079165</id><published>2010-12-13T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:52:09.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just felt like I had to write another post tonight because all of a sudden I am bursting with words to say and there's no one to talk to right now. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered in Form 4 Add Maths tuition, my teacher was going off topic and talking about something random. Sort of a 5 minute "Life Lesson". He said it to us straight-fowardly in a casual manner "You know, life is very boring. Yes, I'm serious. It is like one straight line with only a few big occasions in between, like your birthday- but other than that it is BORING.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he's saying that because he was bored of teaching or the Differentiation was getting too hard for him, and that time I actually thought he was a real weirdo for saying something like that. But now I fully understand what he means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is no party everyday like Flo Rida and his 'Club Can't Handle Me' but we have to work everyday for the rest of our lives. We study because we want to get good qualifications. Good qualifications get good jobs. Good jobs mean more money. More money means  better life. So if we decided to screw working, we're basically screwing our lives. Truth is, we are meant to work everyday until we retire which is a sad fact indeed. Like slaves being told what to do. But if you love what you're doing, then your life will be much worth living for. I hope I will eventually rethink my future career and find THE job....  Seeing people around me not being passionate about what they do because they're being forced into it makes me worry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote some deep thoughts and I feel OLD. Like mature old... Just like walking into your favorite store you loved when you were younger. Me no likey. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Santa I know what I want this Christmas! No, not a boy(but that would be nice too. LOL)... Some toy thing that can erase bad memories I wish I never experienced in my life... Now THAT would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.torrentavi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/My-Soul-To-Take-CAM-XViD-IMAGiNE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 666px;" src="http://www.torrentavi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/My-Soul-To-Take-CAM-XViD-IMAGiNE1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch "My Soul To Take" with Val today. I expected it to be one of those common teen horror films but the ending turned out unexpectedly. I have a feeling there is a continuation though.... I'll rate it as a 3.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxxCGIP9I/AAAAAAAAA4o/cUZi4e0vZr8/s1600/P13-12-10_18.03%255B02%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxxCGIP9I/AAAAAAAAA4o/cUZi4e0vZr8/s400/P13-12-10_18.03%255B02%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550178309226643410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxxH_NgLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Qu9heS_L4kE/s1600/P13-12-10_18.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxxH_NgLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Qu9heS_L4kE/s400/P13-12-10_18.03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550178310808240306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creepy face-flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxw9VBpeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wWTDPE1h5e8/s1600/P13-12-10_18.03%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxw9VBpeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wWTDPE1h5e8/s400/P13-12-10_18.03%255B01%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550178307946948066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookie that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxbwpbspI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/-DA3j8sn_dU/s1600/P13-12-10_18.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxbwpbspI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/-DA3j8sn_dU/s400/P13-12-10_18.01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550177943765627538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I don't look like Flynn Rider xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxbvIfRZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MQz92M6Rqds/s1600/P13-12-10_18.01%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxbvIfRZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MQz92M6Rqds/s400/P13-12-10_18.01%255B01%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550177943359014290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she does! bwahaha... just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4647178030489079165?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4647178030489079165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4647178030489079165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4647178030489079165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4647178030489079165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-felt-like-i-had-to-write-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TQYxxCGIP9I/AAAAAAAAA4o/cUZi4e0vZr8/s72-c/P13-12-10_18.03%255B02%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3136867024959483880</id><published>2010-12-13T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:47:59.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a day like any other... And yet it was not in many other ways. I kept this secret with me for awhile  it almost felt like a burden and it was constantly reminding me like a little tickle in the back of my mind while I'm doing my daily routine-even though it's not even MY secret but someone close. Yes, this little thing that has been bugging me has totally changed my views and opened my eyes wider to this world. I guess you can call it being mature or growing up... But it has been traumatizing to withhold this information and not being able to tell anyone about because well, it's just awkward and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I told my best friend cause she's one of the few I trust and I thought I shouldn't have at first... that it was a bad idea when she didn't say much bout it. But then she surprised me and told me something that was kind of in a way more disturbing than mine and we both shared the trauma together- our little secret. It finally felt good to have this real talk when everyone else around makes big jokes out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to share secrets with people you know you can trust....! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were in a place where people were more open-minded to ideas and not be so quick to judge. Exactly the opposite of an Asian community, where I feel like I don't belong at times. I know I may seem innocent and naive on the outside and don't talk much, but in my mind I think a lot- stuff that girls my age shouldn't think of much. I have a tendency to analyze things and dig deeper into details until it gives me a headache. From the most simplest thing to harder ones. Basically, I think too much. And that has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got me into trouble. Oh please dear God, can I help it if I have an overactive imagination? I mean You gave me this brain so help me to use it wisely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ranting here like a mad woman because I have nothing better to do. I have been banned from shopping because I have too much stuff in my cupboard (according to my mom whose hanging line thingy in her room is bent because of the heavy weight of all her clothes =.= talk about hypocrisy... ). The reason I said that unnecessary line is because I walked through shops today window shopping and I didn't buy anything so I feel unaccomplished and writing this post tonight makes me feel like I can fill that gap. So there! And I shall end this post =)&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/37470467-3136867024959483880?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3136867024959483880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3136867024959483880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3136867024959483880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3136867024959483880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-day-like-any-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1185536818748625857</id><published>2010-12-02T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:48:31.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's birthday</title><content type='html'>Tonight i went out for dinner with my family to celebrate my mom's birthday. Her real birthday is this Sat but she has a company function on that day. Hence, the early dinner. It's the first time we ate out together since I came back from KL. It was really nice actually, just the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that the place was freeeaaking cold and we ended up shivering like mad. To top off the coldness I ordered Ais Kacang. it was probably not the best thing to order and we had brain freeze trying to finish it. Especially my brother who was shivering till he looked like he was on drugs. bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apuuuu, my blog is gonna die soon... I can't think of anything to write now. It's 12.47 in the morning, so yeah... Feel tired. Another post for another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1185536818748625857?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1185536818748625857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1185536818748625857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1185536818748625857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1185536818748625857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8684628689855301362</id><published>2010-11-27T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:55:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I will be helping a friend on her road to super stardom! Ok, I know this sounds really weird but it's true. =P Hopefully she will get chosen... Dear God, it's not everyday a chance like this comes by, and although we come from a small town where nobody has heard of it, please grant us a miracle and make a dream come true! Amen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigahiga made my day again when he released his short movie with Wong Fu Productions. This is genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMy-6RtoOVU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMy-6RtoOVU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8684628689855301362?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8684628689855301362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8684628689855301362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8684628689855301362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8684628689855301362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-will-be-helping-friend-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8120615853147670073</id><published>2010-11-19T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:02:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why i keep on continuing this blog. I'm getting less ideas to blog about and I'm getting lazy too. Especially since I've been in Kay Elle i hardly had time to blog. I realised i didnt write much about the mtv worldstage live. my first concert ever and i didnt bother to write down the memories i had so i can look back on it someday far, far into the future and go "Oh, I was so young and happening once!" Hah, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was one of the most tiring days of my life...but totally worth it! Even though it made me feel like chopping my legs off after the show and never ever standing or walking again, i got to see real life stars that i only see in tv. And its like 3-4 months after the concert and I'm still spazzing about it. Shows how outdated I am. Heehee =D People have long since moved on with the Paramore or Adam Lambert concert. Which reminds me... PARAMORE!! I wanted to go T.T but i had too many upcoming quizzes and tests. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just start with what I did for today? (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: it's not thaaat interesting so u can just click the x button on the top right corner if u don't want to read anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up around 9. i think before 9. it's actually quite early because for the past few days i woke up around 10, 11 or 12am. i can afford to waste my time now because i have absolutely nothing to do at home!! for example, after i woke up i went straight to make my hot chocolate and played Tap Tap revenge on the ipad. (damn, that game is SO addictive). then i did abit of house chores and after that watched Gossip Girl S4 on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i only went off the comp to cook myself lunch. Went back to the comp while eating lunch. After that i took a nap for 1 and a half hours. woke up to find my dad playing Plants vs Zombies on his ipad (and he's still in his work clothes!!) and i sat down and read this Cecelia Ahern book (in case u didn't know she's the author of P.S I love You) called A Place Called Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after he was done with his game i played Tap Tap again! I started playing since last Saturday, the day i came back and now I'm level 14 or 15. Okay back to my day, I ate dinner after that. Went to shower and returned to the comp. And that is how my day went..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS SO UNPRODUCTIVE i swear i can feel my brain cells dying one by one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my friends here are still having classes and their semester doesnt end till mid December. This means I can hardly go out with them for now. Which means Tracy will turn into a zombie by the end of this holidays. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to find something to do! I'm so desperate to go out that I'm jumping at every opportunity. Friends asks me "wanna go out?" I say "YES!!" i bet if they ask me to go to a strip club I'll just say yes! without realising it. But to be clear, i WON'T go to one. a strip club i mean. i dunno why i even typed that out i guess i'm just feeling blur from doing nothing much today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8120615853147670073?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8120615853147670073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8120615853147670073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8120615853147670073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8120615853147670073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-why-i-keep-on-continuing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5264136845385424486</id><published>2010-10-30T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:19:40.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths test is over! Two down. two more to go... i cant wait for it to be over xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went over to Beth's room to study for the finals. then we decided that i should sleepover since her roommate wasn't in. BUT we weren't sure if she was coming back that night or not. so i took a chance and slept on her roommate's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HORROR! later on i heard the door opening and light flooded through and some people coming in. the roommate was back! with 2 of her friends =O KANTOI. i heard myself mumbling 'sorry' and she was alright with it. however she took her mattress and pillow and blanket and left. luckily beth had another pillow and blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh i'm still embarrassed from that incident. i hope i nvr see her roommate again! but if i see someone sleeping on my bed i would throw her out!! muahaha im mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what am i crapping about in this blog... anyways i should be studying bio but i'll leave it for tomorrow and another 3 more days? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just signed the contract of the Lagoonview condo this afternoon. My friend and I rented our own apartment by ourselves! it's a good reason to feel proud ok! we didn't even need much help from our parents, just the money part lah... =P wooohh i feel mature already. being in KL made me more independent. but i still miss home though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month im going back on the 13th! but i'll miss the friends i made in kl too... aahhh it sucks to be torn between 2 places. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5264136845385424486?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5264136845385424486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5264136845385424486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5264136845385424486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5264136845385424486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/10/maths-test-is-over-two-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-9164019530318319698</id><published>2010-10-17T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:40:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STRESS STRESS STRESSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exam season (wait in my course it's exam season ALL the time!!) but in this case, its the trials and then the finals. Sighh, the pressure is intense until I fell sick. =(  had sore throat, was damn tired and sleepy all the time, and had sinus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major FML was during the maths test when I had to keep on wiping my runny nose and try my hardest not to fall asleep! because i took drowsy med the night before thinking I would wake up feeling refreshed but the bloody thing was too strong till i almost fell asleep during the test. AND i didnt finish the last question. AArghh! im starting to hate MUFY. which is the course im taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole weekend i spent on recuperating and relaxing. i dont wanna study too much till i end up not studying at all, if u get what i mean. and maybe i should blog more often because i feel much better now that i can release everything here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the off topic, im currently reading a book i borrowed from Janice called A Walk to Remember. it's so nice that is if u like romantic comedies! i love the plot and everything. i didnt know they made it into a movie which was released loooong ago until my cousin told me. haha im so gonna watch it, i dont care if i have tests or whatever, im toooo stresssssedddd out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the weekend at my relative's house. it was very relaxing and nice to just talk with people not in my course or exam-related stuff. Of course they did ask about my studies, but it didnt make me feel stressed talking about it. i wish i could go there more often =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://starplanet.com.my/images/stories/WG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://starplanet.com.my/images/stories/WG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WONDER GIRLS R COMING TO MALAYSIA for their very own concert!!  Me wan go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray someone can follow me and hopefully that someone is my bestie =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-9164019530318319698?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/9164019530318319698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=9164019530318319698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/9164019530318319698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/9164019530318319698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/10/stress-stress-stressssss-its-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3433000899384023010</id><published>2010-09-29T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:19:59.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not an ordinary night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;While i was halfway facebooking and doing maths exercises, suddenly the whole place went *poof* and dark! yes, it was a freaking blackout... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I have a maths test today and they give me a freaking blackout?! Of all the times... So, my housemates and I went to the corridor which had emergency lights, took out the sofa cushions, sat on the floor and STUDIED. well, there was nothing else we could do right? haha... me back hurts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;To top it off, these dudes from next door came and sat down with us and also studied...! I think they're from Kazakhstan or Pakistan or somewhere there. haha i really dont know. Mostly they were whispering and asked us to study too and teased us from time to time. =.= kacau saja... but they're nice people la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;After one hour and a half(i think) finally HALLELUJAH, the lights came back on!! Then one of the guys asked us to take a group pic. lol, all in all it was a fun but weird night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-3433000899384023010?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3433000899384023010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3433000899384023010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3433000899384023010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3433000899384023010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-ordinary-night.html' title='Not an ordinary night'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8594087241070217631</id><published>2010-08-07T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:34:52.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm writing the Chem lab report for the first time! Clap for me *clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two were done by my other 2 lab group members and I barely knew what we were doing at all. I just looked and (kinda) listened to my Chem teacher briefing us before the experiments and blindly did stuff. The second experiment done last week was a disaster. Why? Cause Azin, one of my group members, was talking to Ms Sheena and suddenly the test tube she was holding with the test tube holder caught on fire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals in the test tube were totally burnt and Azin just blew the fire on the test tube stopper off while giving Ms Sheena a meek smile. Ms Sheena's eyes were HUGE like saucers and I was like frozen to the spot because we all knew she can get real angry. She did make a huge deal out of it but luckily she didn't scold us but asked us to re-do it.  Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of Chem. Aaahh, the Mega Sales are back! That means 50% and 70% discounts. LOVE. Hahaha... All the clothes and shoes and accessories I want are so cheap. I went to Sunway Pyramid with Janice yesterday and we went shopping. I now understand what that shopaholic girl from the book feels like. It's like the world gets better when you buy something. But then it doesn't anymore and you feel like buying some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I have an addiction ok! It's just a feeling. Like guys will never understand why girls love to shop =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I went out of the lift on my floor, I noticed this african guy at the balcony. Nothing strange except he was rapping to some unknown song with those movements that rappers usually do. When he saw me staring he went back to his unit which is right next to mine. And STILL rapping or whatever he was doing. I tried hard not to laugh xD Sigh, I live in a place filled with weirdos. You don't get this at home. Except a brother who thinks he can dance. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch my dramas! Miss watching Korean dramas back at home with the fast internet speed. But at that time I took it for granted and complained. Here at my hostel condo, they block me from downloading my songs. Imagine I can't download new songs!! Screw them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/group/image/summer%20color%20splash/PGC5O29QGJ/GirlandDog-1.jpg?o=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi131.photobucket.com/groups/p302/PGC5O29QGJ/GirlandDog-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8594087241070217631?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8594087241070217631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8594087241070217631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8594087241070217631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8594087241070217631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-writing-chem-lab-report-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-9216309226235213317</id><published>2010-07-30T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:52:04.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's already one month I've been living in KL. wow, time flies so fast. i still remember very clearly the first day when I came here. I hope I'll still be able to catch what KL throws at me. Here's the brief update on me so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I joined Unite Life Club. I've never heard of this club before cause its new and my Kuching friend whom I've never met before in Kuching-Elaine Yong! formed it and recruited us. And now I'm secretary of the club. I can't believe Sue Yinn took the committee member's photos from Facebook for the presentation during the welcome party of our club. It's embarrassing to see my photo up there on the screen but at least it was an ok pic. Somemore she labeled me as the sexy secretary (hah as if!) and then Lip Yi and her started saying sexytary before the presentation. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm going to MTV Worldstage Live tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!! Need I say more???? My first ever concert xD. I hope I get a good view and nothing unlucky happens. Like RAIN. Oh please don't let it rain tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm addicted to Glee songs more than ever. Like almost everyday, my roomie, Annie and I play the songs on our lappies. haha especially the song "Hello" it really means something to me. And I remember my dad and bro singing the song. Miss them lah! Which reminds me, I still have not watched the last episode of Glee season 1. Darn it! The connection here is too slow and I have no patience to wait for it to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm starting to dislike Maths more because all we're doing is learn new graph shapes. the cubic, quadratic and blablabla and more sketching of graphs for 3 weeks already. boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love wearing the lab coat to Bio and Chem lab! It makes me feel more professor-like. But its so big and baggy down to my knees. haha and i like the googles too. xD call me a nerd or a dork but i seriously do like em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm glad I don't have hot teachers like Jac and Chris do (Canadian lecturers! they say hot so i assume they must be really good looking) so I can concentrate better. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Made new friends. I wouldn't be able to survive this place if it weren't for them. Let's see the old ones I know are Janice and Bryan. New ones are Briggite, Beth, Augustine, Maverick, Vivian, Lip Yi, Elaine and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I know how to use the ATM machine. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I self-controlled a lot when it comes to shopping. Now it's sales again so I'm doomed for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I can think of. tata~&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/37470467-9216309226235213317?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/9216309226235213317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=9216309226235213317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/9216309226235213317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/9216309226235213317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-its-already-one-month-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2317567995353543556</id><published>2010-07-20T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:43:45.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;The 3rd week in KL! Last Saturday I went to  I City with Chelle and Sasa. It's some new place with lotsa lighted plastic trees and other pretty lighted stuff. There were a LOT of people even at midnight. =O we bought lighted headbands with red horns from the stall there. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;The lectures in Sunway College have been okay so far. I finally got the timetable I wanted after pleading with my Bio teacher who has a  kind heart, kinder than the other biatch who didn't let me take the earlier Bio class. So now I have a break time after maths class. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I actually bought the friggin tickets to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;MTV worldstage live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;. I have never done anything that impulsive before that left me with around rm10 in my purse. And I ALWAYS have money in my purse. I'm not bragging or anything, but usually I am very careful with my money and leave some spare cash for emergency in my purse but hohoho, those tickets marked a turning point in my life. But yay, I'm gonna see Katy Perry, Wonder Girls and Tokio Hotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I actually haven't received the passes yet because the counter at the office was closed when I reached there to check. Yes, I'm receiving the passes by Poslaju. And yes, from a total stranger. But when he called me on the phone to ask if I got the tickets yet, he sounded like a nice, concerned guy. Desperate much? Maybe I am...  =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2317567995353543556?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2317567995353543556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2317567995353543556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2317567995353543556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2317567995353543556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/3rd-week-in-kl-last-saturday-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5100919365890797161</id><published>2010-07-12T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:11:07.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I. HAVE. HOMEWORK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the thought of classes tomorrow makes me wanna dig deeper into my comfy bed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i hung out with chris, jac, yee wei and janice at sunway pyramid. it was like an impromptu BL-ians gathering in KL. oh well, we're bringing our craziness over to this big city. hehe, we got a few stares already from people mainly because of chris' antics. he's a mad old (gay) grandpa. ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sunway pyramid, it's almost impossible to go there and not spend anything. i have to restrain myself every time i see a cute skirt or awesome shoes. sob sob. i can only buy groceries and necessary stuff related to college. like boring textbooks. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i can't wait for the weekend. and i cant wait for august because my cousin's are returning from Aussie and they promised to bring me out. woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5100919365890797161?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5100919365890797161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5100919365890797161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5100919365890797161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5100919365890797161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8558271337957119588</id><published>2010-07-10T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:07:04.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I survived one week of being away from home! I met new friends but I can't stop being homesick. I wonder if I will ever have a sense of belonging in KL and understand the traffic jams or Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say but I can't seem to type it out. Or rather I'm too lazy. Too sum it all up, I'm staying overnight at Uncle Joe's house for the weekend. We ate at a mamak stall- KL style. Haha, my first true taste of mamak which unfortunately ended with some Indian waiters quarreling with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sleepy now. SIGH back to class on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/home%20sweet%20home" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i931.photobucket.com/albums/ad156/Annigje/leuke%20plaatjes/home_sweet_home.gif" alt="home sweet home Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8558271337957119588?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8558271337957119588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8558271337957119588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8558271337957119588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8558271337957119588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-survived-one-week-of-being-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i931.photobucket.com/albums/ad156/Annigje/leuke%20plaatjes/th_home_sweet_home.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1975110699443781243</id><published>2010-07-08T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:01:16.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; makes it my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourth &lt;/span&gt;day staying here at the apartment in campus. It was damn lonely in the beginning, especially when I was alone in my room and all these thoughts popped into my head and made me feel worse. It helped a lot when I hung out with friends- new and old ones. Just talking to them and doing things together helped me forget how homesick I am. I miss my dogs Ginny and Chloe. Woof woof~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family, my friends, kolo mee, my room and my privacy. It's still kinda weird sharing a room with someone whom you just met a few days ago. But I guess I'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we signed up for the classes we wanted and basically created our own timetable. It's really cool and flexible. UNFORTUNATELY, this bitchy Indian teacher refused to slot me into an earlier Biology class so now I have to do around four classes in a row on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday from 9.45am to 2.45pm--which takes up my lunch hour. FML to the max!! That is the only downside of this entire thing. Sigh, on the bright side I don't have to wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But still I'd rather wake up early then eat a small, simple lunch in class!! &lt;/span&gt;As in no laksa or char kuay teow , etc. I told Beth I wanted to poke that Indian teacher's round big evil eyes for being mean. Ngahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my lunch break and I don't know if I can survive four different classes non-stop. But I know some people who have classes from 8.30am to 4.pm with no breaks in between! FTL! I thought college was supposed to be more relaxing =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never stop being homesick, but it's the people I meet that help me feel better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1975110699443781243?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1975110699443781243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1975110699443781243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1975110699443781243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1975110699443781243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-makes-it-my-fourth-day-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6190657219059962441</id><published>2010-07-04T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:51:26.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>The weekend passed by so quickly that it felt like it was just a dream. Staying at my relative's house, going shopping, meeting with Sasa and just having fun in KL. But it all ended when my parents had to return to Kuching and continue with their lives and leave me behind to continue with my live in the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality had begun to sink in and it just hit me hard. Tomorrow would be orientation day in Sunway college and from now on I would have to be independent and do almost everything on my own. I don't know if I can do it. One thing is for sure, I'm glad my parents didn't raise me to be a spoil brat or else I would have no clue how to do the washing, cleaning and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged and bid my parents farewell around 1 something in the afternoon. It was really hard and emotional. I hate goodbyes... but I did NOT cry. You heard that everyone?? I'm surprised I didn't either. =) Does this mean I'm ready to live on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know that Janice is staying at the hostel too but she's in a different unit. Same floor though! And Bryan Yap is also going to do MUFY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll pray cause I could really use a wish right now since there are no airplanes pretending to be shooting stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hope" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i560.photobucket.com/albums/ss48/ashton_massey/12.jpg" border="0" alt="Hope Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6190657219059962441?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6190657219059962441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6190657219059962441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6190657219059962441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6190657219059962441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5513092495190199609</id><published>2010-07-01T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:48:21.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very nostalgic today. I was trying to clear up my room since I'm vacating it and to prevent my mom or bro from touching my stuff when I'm not around, and I discovered long ago letters sent from my best friend back in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept it all in a big brown envelope. I took them out and started reading them one by one. And I was already laughing at the first letter I read. Haha! See, my best friend at that time had moved to Sibu, so we frequently wrote letters to each other.(This was before we discovered e-mail) We were really close like sisters so when she moved, it was a big deal for both of us. I found it hard to cope without her at that time and I told her I was lonely without her and she also hated it over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/nostalgia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 233px;" src="http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af159/Peaceonearth_album/Nostalgia%20-%20animations/os22-32.gif" alt="Nostalgia - children Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all her letters, she told me to be brave and told me to ignore the 'mean girls' at my school. We particularly disliked this one girl, A, who was stuck-up and mean. So my best friend would make up all these stories about A and the mean girls in her letter, just to make me feel better (and I think she was really bored and lonely that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hilarious looking at the words she used to describe them. I didn't know we had that kind of vocabulary when we were in primary school! Some were quite vulgar which made it even more funny.  I could imagine and remember again the both of us up to our naughty tricks before she left for Sibu. We even played detective in school because we love watching CSI! We also had our own notebooks where we wrote down the crimes, suspects, observations and blablabla. Aaaahh, I miss those days... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/nostalgia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 317px;" src="http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af159/Peaceonearth_album/Nostalgia%20-%20animations/os20-38.gif" alt="Nostalgia - angels Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before I realised, I had finished reading all the letters. As I inserted the last letter into the big envelope, a wave of nostalgia came upon me and I found myself overcome with sadness. I'm not a child anymore- a teenager that's turning into an adult in about 2 years time. Gosh, looking at my age increasing each year scares me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye my long gone childhood, and every silly little wish or dream that came with it, because this girl is going off to college away from home.&lt;/span&gt; It's time for me to grow up and face harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/life" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 465px;" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh212/darkangel1010001/daily_life.jpg" alt="daily life Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5513092495190199609?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5513092495190199609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5513092495190199609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5513092495190199609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5513092495190199609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-feeling-very-nostalgic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af159/Peaceonearth_album/Nostalgia%20-%20animations/th_os22-32.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2782550403965065562</id><published>2010-06-29T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:31:31.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Psst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyong haseyo! Two more days to gooooo! *dugeun dugeun* dugeun means heart beating in korean i dunno why they use that word. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kay-elle I'm coming soon! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm more or less done with packing. except for a few little things though. whew seriously why cant they provide us with everything we need like kettle and toothbrush and lotion and shampoo and hangers and many other things??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do these institutes realise how harrassing it is to pack all these stuff to move into their hostel which may or may not even have TV?? I am gonna miss all my GLEE episodes. NOOO!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok now I sound like a spoilt brat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wheeee, TOP released his own solo debut-Turn it up! &gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdPnMoxKOWY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdPnMoxKOWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many girls surrounding him though. But i love his expressions especially his eyebrow raising. haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2782550403965065562?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2782550403965065562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2782550403965065562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2782550403965065562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2782550403965065562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/psst.html' title='Psst'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7941129345371937433</id><published>2010-06-28T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:53:18.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart is racing when i woke up today because its 3 more days to the big MOVE. for those who don't know yet (tampar u!) im going to kl to study. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo many things to pack till my room is a mess and looks like a tornado hit it. i've been sleeping with stuff all around me for two nights already. haha.. now im scared because my uncle says Sunway, where Monash uni is, has a lot of snatch thieves. the horror! i will put heavy weights in my bag then for safety precaution. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday i made cupcakes. YES me + cupcakes = not bad! LOL except i substituted baking powder with soda bicarbonate and it tasted a bit weird to me... so i only ate half of a cupcake and my mom and dad ate some (my mom even gave my dogs some  wtf). it was my dad's birthday too and i actually wanted to put candles on the cupcake and sing happy birthday but when we came back from dinner we were too full and somehow no mood to do it. and now there are 4 cupcakes left. anyone want one??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7941129345371937433?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7941129345371937433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7941129345371937433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7941129345371937433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7941129345371937433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart-is-racing-when-i-woke-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4247858748502846863</id><published>2010-06-24T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:09:32.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>8 more days</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I went to Leon's farewell party. I didn't know his house was damn huge!! When we were touring his house similar to the set of MTV Cribs, Val said "I feel like I've  been badly mistreated my whole life." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TCNUhtOZ1YI/AAAAAAAAA3w/AdGMSBcj7l0/s1600/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TCNUhtOZ1YI/AAAAAAAAA3w/AdGMSBcj7l0/s400/DSC02376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486321709119821186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos do not do justice to the house. Anyway, most of the time Val, Sam and I were being sakai as usual. Like three country bumpkins entering the city. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TCNVsW-6a3I/AAAAAAAAA34/XiVu9BQlJWE/s1600/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TCNVsW-6a3I/AAAAAAAAA34/XiVu9BQlJWE/s400/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322991639456626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo uploader is taking too long so I'll only post 2 pictures. I'll post the rest on facebook when the internet connection is faster. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I'm getting my own credit card! I'm starting to feel more mature this year especially when I am getting more responsibility, and what with learning how to drive and studying in KL. Sigh, I don't wanna grow old but I can't do anything about it. I have to go with the flow and take whatever life gives, even if it's just lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more freaking days to KL! I can wait but I can't wait. I would love to fly abroad to study and come back many years from now with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; accent but unfortunately, we don't have enough expenses. =( So KL will have to be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ciEFB2aHO0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ciEFB2aHO0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sistar - Push Push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the song didn't get to me, but after hearing it for two or three times, it started getting addictive! And I can't stand the bad engrish but it was just too darn nice. xD Their colourful hairstyles are like Katy Perry's current one for California Girls. Hmm maybe I should go out and buy a hot pink one... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4247858748502846863?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4247858748502846863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4247858748502846863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4247858748502846863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4247858748502846863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-more-days.html' title='8 more days'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TCNUhtOZ1YI/AAAAAAAAA3w/AdGMSBcj7l0/s72-c/DSC02376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6105820733653861169</id><published>2010-06-20T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:09:10.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Goodbyes and Farewells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TB3YsuniENI/AAAAAAAAA3o/xxc6ABZwB8E/s1600/DSC02345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TB3YsuniENI/AAAAAAAAA3o/xxc6ABZwB8E/s400/DSC02345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484778184146817234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's a time in life where all good things must come to an end. It's the time for partings where we head off to different directions to pursue our dreams or education. I went out twice with friends just to hang out and see them for the last time in many years. I will miss them. =( All the hardships we have gone through together and I have been with them for so long. I wonder if we will meet again in 5 years time? Mel has already gone to Banting, Selangor today. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TB3Yr3yeQ8I/AAAAAAAAA3g/plftCtzqpcI/s1600/dsc00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TB3Yr3yeQ8I/AAAAAAAAA3g/plftCtzqpcI/s400/dsc00172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484778169428755394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we get the big jobs and we get the big money,&lt;br /&gt;when we look back now, will the jokes still be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6105820733653861169?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6105820733653861169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6105820733653861169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6105820733653861169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6105820733653861169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbyes-and-farewells.html' title='Goodbyes and Farewells'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/TB3YsuniENI/AAAAAAAAA3o/xxc6ABZwB8E/s72-c/DSC02345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8096728115356026147</id><published>2010-06-17T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:31:19.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>The thing that has been torturing me for the past week- making be both hate and love it - is definitely confirmed. I am moving to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To study there. Since Swinburne focuses on Engineering which I'm not interested in and since Biotechnology has not much job prospect, I have decided to take Pharmacy. Of course my mom is thrilled since she is one herself. =.= Kuching doesn't have the courses that I want to take, and unfortunately i got no scholarship (screw JPA), my parents have to help me financially on this one, and thus, I am studying in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monash University. It's at Sunway. Yes, near the themepark and no, that was not the main reason I chose to go there. The standard there is high so I have to study like a nerd. SIGH that means no life. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe me? Well, if you don't see me in July that means I'm not here anymore. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros and Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;= a few friends are in KL or are going there soon&lt;br /&gt;= i have relatives there too&lt;br /&gt;= it's damn near Sunway Lagoon!&lt;br /&gt;= i might get to attend concerts =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;= i do not know anyone in campus&lt;br /&gt;= i have no idea who my room mate is (im staying at a hostel!)&lt;br /&gt;= i have to make new friends. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;= i'm far from home&lt;br /&gt;= i  have to do chores myself!&lt;br /&gt;= it's time to put my nerdy mode on and study study study&lt;br /&gt;= have to cut down on shopping. NOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 13 days left before I fly off to KL ='( I am both sad yet excited. It's time for me to do like what Kelly Clarkson's song says "I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky, I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;breakaway&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8096728115356026147?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8096728115356026147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8096728115356026147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8096728115356026147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8096728115356026147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5251430935063228360</id><published>2010-06-16T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:22:46.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/worried" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz249/Bunji-bat/120104worried2_cut.gif" alt="worried Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/worried" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz249/Bunji-bat/120104worried2_cut.gif" alt="worried Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/worried" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz249/Bunji-bat/120104worried2_cut.gif" alt="worried Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I can't believe I did something that stupid today. I blame it on my slippers and my slow functioning brain! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing really. I don't know if I should tell or not. Well, it might give you something to laugh at and think this girl is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me permission to drive his car to college. He said "You drive yourself" and I replied "No car" and I thought he was joking. But then I heard the sound of my mom's car leaving after that which meant my dad used her car(she's traveling) and so it must mean he's letting me drive his car. My mom won't let me use her car since its big and expensive and whatever, so I'm only allowed to use the Kenari or my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, driving a Merc is no joke. It's long and heavy, but nice to use once you get used to it- unlike the Kenari which is light and small and jumpy. I admit that I prefer driving the Kenari, especially to places where I have to park, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my parking sucks big time,&lt;/span&gt; and it's hard to park with a Merc. But I thought, well, it's time to build up my confidence and just try it out, ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/worried" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz249/Bunji-bat/120104worried2_cut.gif" alt="worried Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, the 16th of June 2010, I drove alone to college (hey, this is a big deal for me ok!) and I thought my hopes were crushed when I could find no parking space. But lo and behold! I spotted one and gleefully drove towards it, and drove, and drove, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till I lost control and drove over the curb&lt;/span&gt;!! FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car bumped up and down once and I braked quickly. My mind was in total panic mode. I paused for awhile and looked around for help, but there was this one girl sitting on a curb to my far right, looking at me as if nothing had happened and not even moving to help me. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to calm down and just reversed back. Bump, bump, went the car and I was parked on the spot where I should have been! I saw my phone had fallen to the car floor and picked it up. There was a message from Chris asking where I was. I called him up and talked nonsense to him since I was still shaky from the incident, and he forced me to calm down and explain. When I'm flustered and panicked, I totally make no sense at all when I talk! Chris' reaction was like "Wow, that's so cool you drove over a curb!!" FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited for Chris to come. I was too shook up to get out of the car so I stayed there, thinking what to tell my dad and how he was gonna react, and how bad the damage was. It felt like I had screwed his whole engine!! I saw Chris and Cassie coming and then Cassie was like "Dahsyat you Trace! Your driving is really dahsyat!" We inspected the car and saw that luckily I had only scratched the front of the car. I was not thaat relieved however, still in shock at that time. And the worst part was, I had to attend Math's class right after that when I couldn't even concentrate at all. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me, being me as usual. Another day in the life of Crazy Tracy. And sooooo, that might be the first and last time I'm ever driving to Swinburne again. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5251430935063228360?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5251430935063228360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5251430935063228360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5251430935063228360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5251430935063228360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-stupid.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4442008894974073957</id><published>2010-06-16T08:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:27:45.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><title type='text'>The sky was crying</title><content type='html'>Last night the sky was crying... I love rainy or cloudy days. It's just very soothing and calming to me. I love the sound of raindrops splattering on the ground and rooftops. =) And everyone knows that when it rains, it's the best time to sleep. Haha something about the rain makes people sleepy. It seems like the sky is getting darker and ready to cry again. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days are sometimes too hot for me. The glare of the scorching sun sometimes hurts my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/black%20and%20white/chevygirl1064/my%20love/928476yqhwghka8d.jpg?o=7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 369px;" src="http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l384/chevygirl1064/my%20love/928476yqhwghka8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is another day. Nothing different that sets it apart from other days. I feel like I'm going crazy doing the same thing everyday, every week. I'm waiting for that one day that would change everything. The daily things are just a blur and constant whirl that I can't wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please S.M.S (save my soul!) before I become a robot - doing everything that I'm told and rushing for everything that everyone wants - money- until I might forget the true meaning of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4442008894974073957?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4442008894974073957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4442008894974073957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4442008894974073957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4442008894974073957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/sky-was-crying.html' title='The sky was crying'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l384/chevygirl1064/my%20love/th_928476yqhwghka8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7480034954500302617</id><published>2010-06-10T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:34:50.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><title type='text'>Korean Drama Songs</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I can't get them out of my head! The Korean drama OST's are in serious repetition. Why must there be nice soundtracks to every K-drama?? The nice ones are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl soundtrack- Never Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5L8jkShqhk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5L8jkShqhk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN if you're not a fan of K-dramas, you will definitely know this song below. It's played constantly anywhere outside in shopping malls especially in Sushi King at the Spring. I dunno how many times I heard them play that song on different days that I went. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full House OST- Why (Un myeong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScbznPwwuIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScbznPwwuIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the most popular drama as of last year, BOF or Boys Over Flowers or Kotboda namja, has definitely one of the nicest OST's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Over Flowers OST - Stand By Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rz_vCCHL10o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rz_vCCHL10o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Kimbum in BOF. And I miss having fangirl moments with Michelle Wong.  =( Last year she was crazy over Lee Minho, and I was crazy over Kimbum and we talked a lot about this drama. And oh yeah, Jaclyna likes Kim Hyunjoong. That one is surprising because that girl hardly behaves like that. Hahah! But when we saw the price of the DVD's in Speedy, we weren't eager to spend RM99 on that. Might as well watch online or on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop before I go on and on. :oP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7480034954500302617?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7480034954500302617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7480034954500302617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7480034954500302617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7480034954500302617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/korean-drama-songs.html' title='Korean Drama Songs'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-442565938194809167</id><published>2010-06-10T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:28:24.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><title type='text'>The Big News</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in the Swinburne library i got a sudden call from my mom. That was when she told me the shocking news. It's still so hard to believe it. I won't say it till its confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that everything goes well. I guess only time will tell and I have to wait and be patient- which is something I'm not very good at. Ehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread it yet I can't wait. This is the first time I have such strong mixed feelings. I don't know what to feel anymore. And this is another emo blog post.. I always comment or criticise if other people's blogs are emo and now I'm starting to be one of them. Haha how ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll start to be un-emo only when something good happens to me. Oh yeah, today I went ice-creaming with Nimai and hannah and Khairie and others. It felt good to just detach from homework and whatever problems and talk crap. xP Because talking crap releases stress. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a new word! Ice-creaming. =) Nimai invented it because we go out to eat ice-cream almost every week so yeah... But instead we drank hot tea today coz it was cold and rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say I think. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-442565938194809167?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/442565938194809167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=442565938194809167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/442565938194809167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/442565938194809167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-news.html' title='The Big News'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-157162771250062773</id><published>2010-06-05T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:04:02.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emotions are very hard to control. If you're happy, you can't stop smiling and you can't force yourself not to smile. If you're sad, you can't stop crying inside and outside. If you're angry, it's hard to control your temper. If you're worried, you can't force yourself to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling all those emotions right now. Is it possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-157162771250062773?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/157162771250062773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=157162771250062773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/157162771250062773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/157162771250062773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/emotions-are-very-hard-to-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1832833076316196142</id><published>2010-06-05T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:57:57.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><content type='html'>This song matches my mood and the lyrics are really inspirational. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Epik High - Run.&lt;/span&gt; Makes me feel like running far, far away to some peaceful lakeside in the country and screaming my lungs out. But my parents will probably call the police and drag my ass back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZybiQMq1GY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZybiQMq1GY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run, run, run away....&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away....&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away....&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run (I can’t escape from it).&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, runaway.&lt;br /&gt;If I look back while running (You’re still there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mithra's Verse]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pitch dark.&lt;br /&gt;The world moves on too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only one who’s limping on both legs.&lt;br /&gt;The path I must walk is endless.&lt;br /&gt;What’s at the end of this path?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going there knowing about it?&lt;br /&gt;Will I learn the answers if I go there with my eyes closed?&lt;br /&gt;The sky that never responds to a such question.&lt;br /&gt;The two arms tied up by a daily life is too heavy to embrace dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, I've been abandoned locked away.&lt;br /&gt;Just for today run somewhere like your crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run till you can touch the sky with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Run till your heart is filled with your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, run away…&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run (I can’t escape from it).&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, runaway…&lt;br /&gt;If I look back while running (You’re still there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run, I’m still on the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tablo's Verse]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a rainy night that rains 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;Heart that gets smaller in every 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I even hid the small comma and its tail,&lt;br /&gt;then the future that awaits me becomes a period...&lt;br /&gt;But carry the new day on your shoulder and run.&lt;br /&gt;What am I running towards?&lt;br /&gt;Weather if the sun’s setting or I if I’m loosing…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;But I go.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ high.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the young star that has been abandoned by the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run till you can touch the sky with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Run till your heart is filled with your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, run away…&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run (I can’t escape from it).&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, runaway…&lt;br /&gt;If I look back while running (You’re still there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run, I’m still on the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin' runnin' runnin' around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, who’s running endlessly.&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/37470467-1832833076316196142?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1832833076316196142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1832833076316196142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1832833076316196142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1832833076316196142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7076268500360603520</id><published>2010-06-05T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:47:58.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>I'm Back Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO I stopped blogging months before SPM to 'concentrate' on my studies. After SPM was over, I lost the will to continue blogging. And well, now that I'm bored with Facebook I guess I am back again? haha my mood swings are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots have happened in the past few months. Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I'm studying in Swinburne. I always thought I would go somewhere else further from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I did get 10A's in SPM but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; I didn't get the JPA scholarship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; So what the hell was the point of me getting 10A's when all I wanted was a scholarship but I didn't get it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; And the worst part is most of my friends are flying off to some hotshot place while I'm stuck in boring old Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; oh and LIFE SUCKS FOR ME RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it suck? Let me walk through it with you. My friends and relatives thought I got the scholarship so they ask me "Where are you going??". It's saddening really, to hear that question multiple times. *heart aches to the max* I am constantly reminded of how that big opportunity just slipped out of my hand so easily EVERY SINGLE DAY because the topic is brought up almost EVERY SINGLE DAY. I don't know if my friends do it intentionally or unintentionally but.... arrgghh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I am falling deep down, down, down this big hole where only a miracle can help me..... please help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty please...?&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;was i an evil person in my past life?&lt;br /&gt;have i ever ruined someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;i've never murdered someone so i don't know why i deserve this cruel punishment.&lt;br /&gt;this emotional torture is waaay worse than getting hit by a rotan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could fall asleep and when i wake up all my problems are gone and i feel like a brand new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and JPA will call me up to tell me there's been a mistake and i actually got the scholarship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, dream on Tracy.&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/37470467-7076268500360603520?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7076268500360603520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7076268500360603520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7076268500360603520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7076268500360603520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back Again?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4980783914893548839</id><published>2009-09-22T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:33:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday day</title><content type='html'>on saturday i went to mbo cinemas for the first time! its pretty.... it was for our english club meeting. went with val to watch final destination. too bad we split up into different groups from michelle and nick. they wanted to watch something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puan juliana came with her family. her kids are so cute! she told us we didn't need to watch the same movie. yess, just what i wanted to hear! so val and i planned to see the final d. the movie is rated 18 and above, so you can guess what we did. haha.... val did most of the convincing to the ticket guy since it totally won't work if i did it. what's the difference, next year we'll be legal already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still had an hour to wait for our movie so i headed to the enail shop where esther was waiting. we planned to do my nails already. my bro also did his nails(ok his thumbs only!) with  her picture on it. hahahaha i think i exclaimed too loudly when i saw him at the table with the girl bending over his nails. PRICELESS MOMENT. got take picture somemore but i wont humiliate him la(since its his birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got greedy when i saw all the designs. "eeee so nice!" "this one so cute!" "waahh i want!" there are so many to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhPXUj9oTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NCnFGA5HOdA/s1600-h/19092009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhPXUj9oTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NCnFGA5HOdA/s400/19092009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384140616596562226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy beside me is doing his nails too. see everyone's doing it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhPW1v12oI/AAAAAAAAA2k/NJub5DFzGRM/s1600-h/19092009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhPW1v12oI/AAAAAAAAA2k/NJub5DFzGRM/s400/19092009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384140608324885122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nail paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhRJU_BPVI/AAAAAAAAA20/vrMUwT95LP0/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhRJU_BPVI/AAAAAAAAA20/vrMUwT95LP0/s400/DSC04888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384142575215131986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who did my nails chatted with me awhile. it gets kind of boring waiting so he asked me how was my movie and stuff. i told him final destination wasn't that scary and it was kind of unlogical. he asked me if my school let nails like this so i said no my school has one week holiday for hari raya. he seemed puzzled and asked what school im from. and i found out he was from the same school too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's 24 years old and i was not hitting on him ok. i told him he was old and he laughed. i asked him why is he working at this nail store and he said its part time only. he works as an engineer. so then i asked him why as a manicurist and isn't it too girly for him? he just laughed again and didn't answer me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.... he said "you're in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;form one&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEAAAGHH how in the world does a 16/17 year old girl look like a 13 year old girl??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywaaaay, in conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i got all different designs on five fingers on both hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhM-W7kYvI/AAAAAAAAA18/vNE5Y5lRk4k/s1600-h/DSC04893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhM-W7kYvI/AAAAAAAAA18/vNE5Y5lRk4k/s400/DSC04893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384137988712456946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhM-IDNKNI/AAAAAAAAA10/7NBiZgoSldM/s1600-h/DSC04896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhM-IDNKNI/AAAAAAAAA10/7NBiZgoSldM/s400/DSC04896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384137984717957330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole process took about an hour. but it was worth it because for the first time in my life, i have pretty nails! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhOTZyyi3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/4qqyY6qCtZU/s1600-h/DSC04904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhOTZyyi3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/4qqyY6qCtZU/s400/DSC04904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384139449769823090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like the most =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhOS_kjmXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/n0WUhN_lSl0/s1600-h/DSC04903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhOS_kjmXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/n0WUhN_lSl0/s400/DSC04903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384139442730801522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today while i was having lunch at thompson's corner, this little girl at the next table apparently was staring at my nails. then when she caught me looking at her, she pretended to look away at something else. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4980783914893548839?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4980783914893548839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4980783914893548839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4980783914893548839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4980783914893548839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-day.html' title='saturday day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SrhPXUj9oTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NCnFGA5HOdA/s72-c/19092009%28006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-730351000516048079</id><published>2009-09-11T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:34:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bm practically killed my fingers yesterday and maths killed my brain cells today. these spm trial is not only a problem to us, but to students in other schools as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read in the newspaper that around 5 girls had hysteria on wednesday during the trials! O.O whooaa, see spm proves to be fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote that yesterday. just now in tuition the tip of my slippers kinda came off and now it looks like a crocodile with a gaping jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLF-cYFquVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLF-cYFquVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting is happening in my life. just study, exams, study, exams, more studying, and you got it.... more exams! the sacrifices we make for spm. cant go to MBO cinemas yet! urgh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-730351000516048079?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/730351000516048079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=730351000516048079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/730351000516048079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/730351000516048079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/09/bm-practically-killed-my-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-587183009159877875</id><published>2009-09-09T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:11:59.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;of all days i update, its during the 2nd mock exams. haha im weird. anyways this is gonna be a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on the last day of the august holidays, i just realised its Merdeka day, there was a fat rat in my room. that filthy rodent disturbed my sleep and its tail was so looooooooooooooong. the most humongous rat i've ever seen. it was stuck between my mosquito net and window which was shut. fortunately it didnt jump out at me when i closed my window or i'll have the most unique back-to-school present ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;today even though i had tips, sejarah was still hard. why cnt i have a photographic memory! haha, i remember sam saying "photogenic" memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;okay i have nothing to say now. see i told you this is a short post. signing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-587183009159877875?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/587183009159877875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=587183009159877875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/587183009159877875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/587183009159877875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-all-days-i-update-its-during-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3600276486199119297</id><published>2009-08-28T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:49:08.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>fastest rapper i ever heard</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was doing what most normal people would do - falling asleep in front of the TV. I thought i deserved to stay up late and wake up late coz after all it is the holidays and i was waking up at 6.30am for the past four days because of the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through all the channels and thought that all hope was lost when there was nth interesting to watch. then i suddenly thought of kbs channel. Music bank was on, all the kpop songs i knew were on. then i started to doze off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was woken up a few times but somehow managed to fall asleep again. then i heard this dude rapping so freaking fast that my eyes shot wide open and fixed onto the screen. it was a song i nvr heard before but sounded worth listening to. nice beat, nice feel to it and most importantly, cool rapping skills! i love...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loner by Outsider (very confusing because i thought is loner or outsider the artist's name??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEKGhWEYN64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEKGhWEYN64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't the one i watched on tv but his rapping is still the same. i watched almost all of his live performances. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite his mysterious and cool aura on stage, he's actually a down-to-earth and bubbly guy AND he speaks faster than most people do. this is his secret to his super fast rapping. watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoCRt0EixPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoCRt0EixPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-3600276486199119297?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3600276486199119297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3600276486199119297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3600276486199119297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3600276486199119297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/08/fastest-rapper-i-ever-heard.html' title='fastest rapper i ever heard'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6686621846202703344</id><published>2009-08-24T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:06:10.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weirdness happened today! i was waiting for my car to come after the sri sarjana seminar, then this girl looked at me like she knew me and smiled. i don't even know her!! and this is the 2nd time it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look so friendly that random strangers just smile at me? maybe.... =D oh well, i'll just have to smile back if it ever happens again. if i ever recover from shock at first. i mean when strangers smile at me, i go into shock mode first, then when i recover and wanna smile back- too late! they sudah hilang &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's wrong with giving smiles to people. it's a good thing. i reckon we need to spread the joy around so start smiling...!   xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the 2nd floor of the Spring is open and i went! it gave me that deja vu feeling of being in KL. seriously, i really thought i was on holiday during the year end and shopping with my mom in mid valley megamall. well, the people in charge are damn good at making the concept similar to megamall. i LOVE but so expensive... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when is MBO freaking opening??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6686621846202703344?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6686621846202703344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6686621846202703344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6686621846202703344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6686621846202703344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/08/weirdness-happened-today-i-was-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4644697201674685595</id><published>2009-08-15T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:29:18.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>the annoying boy</title><content type='html'>is it wrong to be alone sometimes. whenever you're alone, someone will always ask "why are you alone? no friend ha..? aiyo, so sad"  this line always pisses me off especially when the person keeps on repeating it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when i was at tuition the person came up to me and said "you have no friend tonight?" when i replied no the person said "AWww" and gave me a puppy dog look that i would love to rip off his/her face. annoyed, i said to the person "is it wrong to be alone?? cannot meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would you believe it, the person said yet another "AWwww" again with the stupid puppy face! it was so annoying that i kept quiet for awhile, counting to 5 to cool myself down. then i casually shrugged my shoulders while imagining me screaming at the person to get lost and everyone staring at us. but im too nice so i didn't do it. scream at the person i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, when im alone i feel like i can think more. about life, studies, random stuff. whereas if im with someone, im forced to communicate with them and sometimes talk about stuff i dont really like just to strike up  a conversation or else it would be so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is absolutely nothing wrong with being alone! doesnt mean im emo ok...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4644697201674685595?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4644697201674685595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4644697201674685595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4644697201674685595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4644697201674685595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying-boy.html' title='the annoying boy'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1860356865467075957</id><published>2009-08-09T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:47:49.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week, two events happened to me and my shoes. On saturday during the photoshoot i got up to have my photo taken. I think i tripped over some wire and my shoe came off and i just laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on sunday night, i was getting out of the car by one of the roads in a back alley and esther stepped on my slipper and suddenly i was walking on tar. I was shocked and we burst out laughing. a car slowed down to stare at us. why are my shoes like that?? i should glue them to my feet next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;i watched this movie called Push last night. it was freaking AWESOME. i love, love, love it! its been quite a while since i watched a movie that captured my attention the whole time. even my parents rarely moved in and out of the room, our eyes were glued to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/42/Pushposter08.jpg/200px-Pushposter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 294px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/42/Pushposter08.jpg/200px-Pushposter08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Push&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009_in_film" title="2009 in film"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction_film" title="Science fiction film"&gt;science fiction&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller_film" title="Thriller film" class="mw-redirect"&gt;thriller film&lt;/a&gt; directed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_McGuigan_%28filmmaker%29" title="Paul McGuigan (filmmaker)"&gt;Paul McGuigan&lt;/a&gt;. The film stars &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Evans_%28actor%29" title="Chris Evans (actor)"&gt;Chris Evans&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dakota_Fanning" title="Dakota Fanning"&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Djimon_Hounsou" title="Djimon Hounsou"&gt;Djimon Hounsou&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camilla_Belle" title="Camilla Belle"&gt;Camilla Belle&lt;/a&gt;. The plot centers on a group of people born with various power who band together to attempt to take down a government agency that is using a dangerous drug to enhance their powers in hopes of creating an army of super soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are ten known types of psychics in &lt;i&gt;Push&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movers:&lt;/b&gt; Movers &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychokinesis" title="Psychokinesis"&gt;manipulate inanimate objects at varying distances&lt;/a&gt;. The actual technique is known as kinetic signature control, where the Mover is trained to hear and identify the specific atomic frequency of any given material and alter the gravity wave around it, usually producing the nearby air to appear warped. Advanced Movers can work at the molecular level creating protective shields in the air around them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pushers:&lt;/b&gt; Pushers push specific thoughts, memories, and even emotions into their targets. This technique can be used to gain a subject's trust or to have them perform any action, thinking it was their own agenda. In a way it is a form of complete &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnosis" title="Hypnosis"&gt;hypnosis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watchers:&lt;/b&gt; Watchers are trained to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Precognition" title="Precognition"&gt;self-induce visions of the future&lt;/a&gt;, very much like a prolonged sense of déjà vu. The technique of following the future, either of a person or object, is called subject tracking. A Watcher's skill is primarily rated by how far they can see into the future. Some Watchers are able to improve the clarity of their visions by consuming alcohol, although only Cassie and her mother have been revealed to do so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bleeders:&lt;/b&gt; Bleeders have the ability to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_superhuman_features_and_abilities_in_fiction#Sonic_scream" title="List of superhuman features and abilities in fiction"&gt;emit high-pitched sonic vibrations&lt;/a&gt; that cause ruptures in a target's blood vessels, also their eyes form into slits while they use this ability because of synthetic materials that were implanted into their eyes. They have their implants because without them, their eyes would pop out of their sockets when using their ability. They are sometimes known to fans as Screechers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sniffs:&lt;/b&gt; Sniffs are highly developed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychometry" title="Psychometry"&gt;psychometrics&lt;/a&gt; who can track the location of either people or objects over varying distances. Like psychic bloodhounds, their tracking ability is increased if they have tactile access to an object that has been in direct contact with the subject. Sniffs receive information based on images, not specific addresses, which is why identifiable landmarks help increase their effectiveness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Readers:&lt;/b&gt; Readers are similar to Sniffs, except they use physical contact of an object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shifters:&lt;/b&gt; Shifters can temporarily shift patterns of light on any object to create illusions to the naked eye. They work mostly on a touch basis, but once the illusion is established, it remains with the object for short periods of time. For example, a Shifter could momentarily touch a one dollar bill, altering its light pattern to appear as a one hundred dollar bill for hours until the effect expires. In order to shift something, the object to be shifted must have roughly the same dimensions as what it will be shifted into. The length of the shift is based on experience and ability.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wipers:&lt;/b&gt; Wipers are skilled at either temporary or permanent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_superhuman_features_and_abilities_in_fiction#Memory_manipulation" title="List of superhuman features and abilities in fiction"&gt;memory erasure&lt;/a&gt;, an invaluable asset in espionage. Experience will dictate the accuracy of their wipes, though the danger is always present that they will eliminate a desired memory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shadows:&lt;/b&gt; Shadows are trained to block the vision of other clairvoyants such as Sniffs, making any subject within their target radius appear "dark". Experience will enhance the size of the area they can shadow and the intensity of their shielding effect. Shadows need to be awake to perform their ability, and it is common for a detail of two Shadows to operate in shifts while protecting a person or object for extended periods. Most Shadows are effective only against Sniffs, but some extremely powerful Shadows are able to block even Watchers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stitches:&lt;/b&gt; Stitches are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychic_surgery" title="Psychic surgery"&gt;psychic surgeons&lt;/a&gt; trained to quickly reconstruct cells to their previous or healthy state. Using only their hands, they can heal and even "unheal" whatever they have done. For more detailed work, Stitches use a silver based cream on their hands which acts as a conductor to their ability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/435/435914svuxqttl1u.gif" width=48 height=48 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh, i heard that DBSK members Hero, Xiah and Micky sued SM entertainment because they are overworked and underpaid! O.O you go guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1860356865467075957?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1860356865467075957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1860356865467075957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1860356865467075957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1860356865467075957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-week-two-events-happened-to-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2599798198987401103</id><published>2009-08-01T18:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:57:12.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>class photoshoot</title><content type='html'>whew this morning was really tiring. having to wait while the others were taking photos was such a drag but we passed the time taking photos too on our handphones (and lina's camera) and bluetoothing each other. i hope our photos turn out alright or else we wasted rm23 =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped tuition 2day. i felt tired after the photo session, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQbnTj2kTI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jNp0PCv70dY/s1600-h/DSC04781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQbnTj2kTI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jNp0PCv70dY/s400/DSC04781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364943418184601906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took photos at the weirdest places like the toilet too. haha it was fun though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQdj9VNXsI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MLRDpAvSiPQ/s1600-h/DSC04773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQdj9VNXsI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MLRDpAvSiPQ/s400/DSC04773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364945559701249730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick was lifting michelle. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQd7yu2FpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Pho4YUR0vGA/s1600-h/DSC04777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQd7yu2FpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Pho4YUR0vGA/s400/DSC04777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364945969172846226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp lags when i try to upload the photos so i guess this is it for now &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2599798198987401103?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2599798198987401103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2599798198987401103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2599798198987401103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2599798198987401103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-photoshoot.html' title='class photoshoot'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SnQbnTj2kTI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jNp0PCv70dY/s72-c/DSC04781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8493476715072559366</id><published>2009-07-26T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:33:49.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly miss watching Boys over flowers... =( why can't they hurry up and make a 2nd season? but i must not get addicted to dramas now. CANNOT, must be a good girl. i'll repeat that to myself everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoville on facebook is so fun to play. i cant stop xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the music section (i always have to post music-related stuff =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their Japanese album I think. now they're doing promo in Japan. say it with me b to the i to the g bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjc03nySrbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjc03nySrbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8493476715072559366?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8493476715072559366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8493476715072559366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8493476715072559366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8493476715072559366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-suddenly-miss-watching-boys-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2203936892714873385</id><published>2009-07-25T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:52:56.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>First trials are over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have finally blogged again after so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee, the first trials are over! but like my friend said, i can't exactly sing in joy until the real SPM is over. true, but i'd rather be optimistic and think that i have some time to relax before going in full gear. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was the best tuition class ever. why? because the electricity kept on going off and coming back on. our teacher had to compact his lesson to about 40 minutes instead of two hours ^^ and that meant we could go back home early! ngahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many movies to watch! i feel so ketinggalan zaman cause i haven't watch some   movies like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-Harry Potter and the half blood prince&lt;br /&gt;-dragonball ( i know its sooo long ago, i only remembered cause its on my mousepad)&lt;br /&gt;-transformers (didnt watch finish-only the michelles know why)&lt;br /&gt;-hotel for dogs&lt;br /&gt;-17 Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-others i cannot remember right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i already watched Drag me to hell! it's nice but weird. different from any ordinary horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i can't wait for is my class photoshoot. next week! a chance to see my classmates dressed up and everything xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after tuition i was calling my dad on the phone and i turned around, this girl waved to me. O.O i don't even know her! i tried 2 remember if i've ever seen her but i really DON'T. i even look behind to see if she wave at me or some1 else but seems like no one behind me was bothering at all. WEIRDness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2203936892714873385?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2203936892714873385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2203936892714873385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2203936892714873385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2203936892714873385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-trials-are-over.html' title='First trials are over'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6856956624382193882</id><published>2009-07-04T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:27:58.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last saturday i joined the telematch between st john and red crescent. it was a last minute entry but it turned out to be so much fun. my group even won 2nd place, not bad... the event i remembered most was the first one- the most painful, humilating yet exciting event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the committee tied strings on opposite poles that line the walkway of block d to make it look like lasers and we had to go through it. oh yeah, the floor was slippery too so when i slipped, OOF! it hurt like hell and i destroyed some of the strings. then we had to "swim" on the slippery floor while they pelted us with tissue, flour, etc. EVILNESS. my screams were never ending but i survived it all with bruises, cuts, flour in my shirt and muscle aches all over my body that lasted for 3 bloody days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the prize- im sorry to say but i have to complain. 4 pieces of yellow paper, a highlighter and a notebook for all the water-splashed-in-my-face, flour-thrown-into-my-shirt, aches-all-over-my-body and others is totally NOT worth it. but it was so last week and there's nth i can do but complain. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;that afternoon, sam and i decided to do our flagsale at spring. i asked her whether she was gonna wear slippers or shoes and she said slippers. so i followed her. little did i know it was a BAD thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;after an hour plus, we decided to stop collecting. so we sat down at a bench on the first floor to rest coz my feet were aching from the telematch. these 2 boys wearing st john uniform came to us and asked us in mandarin "what school are u guys from?" sam answered coz im a banana and i dont even know what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;then his mandarin started to sound more complicated and sam told him to speak in english. so he did and told us that spring don't really like st john members to collect donations there, ask us to wear full uniform(who does he think he is, that bloody nerdy dude!) and blablabla. we smiled nicely and told him we won't do it again. in fact, i was annoyed by his bossy attitude. then they walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sam and i wanted to eat ice cream so we walked to sugar bun. when we sat down, i saw the 2 boys again! this time, one of them was talking on his hp. both of them approached us and the bossy one told us that someone on the hp wanted to talk to us. i asked "who is that??" but he refused to reply me. before i could object, sam already took the phone and answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i was so anxious to find out what the phone conversation was all about that i almost took the boy by his collar and demanded some explanations from him. but the good and rational side of me decided to wait and see. sth that was SO hard to do. finally sam got off the phone and gave it back. the bloody boy mumbled sth like an apology and i really wanted to punch him coz i knew sth bad happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;when they went away, she told me that the person on the phone was the st john hq officer!!! WTH. them stupid boys complained about us and said we were wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;slippers  and shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;. i was wearing 3 quarters for crying out loud! the hq officer adviced us and said that they received a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;complaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;the boys think they're so high and mighty that they can go around and say what's right or wrong to strangers. i so wanna squeeze the life out of them! arghH! i know its our fault for wearing slippers(i didn know we're supposed to wear shoes) but they didn't have to make such a big deal out of that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the anger coming back when i talk bout this again. sigh, its best to just leave it and learn a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER PUNCH THEM ALL THE WAY TO INDIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6856956624382193882?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6856956624382193882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6856956624382193882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6856956624382193882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6856956624382193882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-week.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1032590268199342308</id><published>2009-06-26T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:19:44.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bougies.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/039_30399michael-jackson-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 425px;" src="http://bougies.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/039_30399michael-jackson-posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson died!! It's so hard to believe. It's so sad cause he's a guy with many talents... and a fake nose. Even though he has his faults, so what? Millions of people copy his backwards moonwalk style (including me) and fail at it (me too!). I remember when I was a kid, i loved to copycat his moonwalk. good old days.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a legend. So famous that even if you say his name to a random stranger, they sure will know him one. He's the King of Pop and always will be. It's too bad he didn't get a chance to do his comeback concert this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R.I.P Michael Jackson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1032590268199342308?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1032590268199342308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1032590268199342308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1032590268199342308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1032590268199342308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6763242331602281404</id><published>2009-06-23T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:50:25.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I dunno how to do add maths h/w</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get headaches so frequently these days.... *ouchies*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel a bit irritated at myself for spelling inadvertently wrong during the spelling bee. And who would have thought viscisity was spelled with an "sc"?? My family and friends wanna watch me on tv so I can't escape from seeing myself on the screen. I hope they don't show me spelling wrong! omg&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=D The only upside lately is the souvenirs my mom bought for me while my parents were in KL. I got my very first Guess handbag! tralalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6763242331602281404?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6763242331602281404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6763242331602281404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6763242331602281404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6763242331602281404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dunno-how-to-do-add-maths-hw.html' title='I dunno how to do add maths h/w'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7380088781503523613</id><published>2009-06-22T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:28:29.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Beatboxing</title><content type='html'>Found this guy on Youtube who can beatbox some kpop songs. xD But i noticed he hardly blinks his eyes while beatboxing and they're really huge. O.O and he also annoys me in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNSD-Gee beatbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jzk7NFslNl8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jzk7NFslNl8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang- Haru Haru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hea5zgB25vQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hea5zgB25vQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2PM- Again and Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hxnD-gb3pA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hxnD-gb3pA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior- Neorago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2W6tdj0PR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2W6tdj0PR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haru haru one is quite cool le. Actually he did like sooo many kpop songs and they're all mostly the ones I like. Woohooo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7380088781503523613?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7380088781503523613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7380088781503523613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7380088781503523613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7380088781503523613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/beatboxing.html' title='Beatboxing'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3809551686583296270</id><published>2009-06-21T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:09:48.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>S-I-R challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Unfortunately I didn't win the spell-it-right. But I don't really feel like a loser now. All I know is that I gave it my best shot, and the best part was seeing my family's, relatives and a few friends' faces in the crowd. It gave me hope~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Goodbye RM2000, RM1500 and RM1000!! We will be together some day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm so tired right now and I didn't even finish my homework. =( Such a busy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-3809551686583296270?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3809551686583296270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3809551686583296270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3809551686583296270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3809551686583296270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/s-i-r-challenge.html' title='S-I-R challenge'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2218593736243773206</id><published>2009-06-18T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:11:40.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Cramp</title><content type='html'>Urgh, i still have this muscle cramp in my leg since yesterday afternoon. U would never guess how i got it- while i was sleeping! SO weird. Luckily c. matthew told us how 2 cure muscle cramps the day or 2 days before so i followed what he said. isn't it a coincidence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i couldn't walk, i had 2 stretch my leg muscle first to stop the pain. so i did. and it stopped. then i had 2 limp all the way downstairs to take salt. no ors, no 100 plus(although later on, my mum pointed the bottle out to me!) so i had to mix tablesalt with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost vomitted but i didnt. im amazed at how i still managed to take a few gulps of saltwater(while pinching my nose) without choking on it. the pain was gone but now i still have muscle ache. im scared i can have leg cramps anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i suddenly get leg cramp in school? or during the spell-it-right challenge?? nooo, the horror! imagine me getting up on stage in front of people and i  suddenly scream "CRAMP!!" and the ambulance will take me away. *siren*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la, my imagination is too wild. but still.... muscle cramps are FREAKING painful!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2218593736243773206?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2218593736243773206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2218593736243773206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2218593736243773206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2218593736243773206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/cramp.html' title='Cramp'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-724386940544958236</id><published>2009-06-11T23:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:39:43.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On thursday, I went to Damai beach with my parents and Sam. Dunno why last minute my bro pulled out so it was just the 4 of us. Took many pics of the scenery mainly. I don't camwhore much LOL. Depends on my mood also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Photo I Love Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhaEh7pmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NLWP2vcuYlE/s1600-h/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhaEh7pmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NLWP2vcuYlE/s400/DSC04588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346090964441867874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilltop view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhZwKOGsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/IY_o-6zkk2M/s1600-h/DSC04597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhZwKOGsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/IY_o-6zkk2M/s400/DSC04597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346090958973704898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! I hope this scares the crap out of you. Muahaha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhaDB1ukI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7moFg7HQdKg/s1600-h/DSC04604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhaDB1ukI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7moFg7HQdKg/s400/DSC04604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346090964038826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac was there with her family too. So we made a "date" to jalan-jalan on d beach with her at night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What persuaded Jac to do this? I said "10 years from now when you look back on this, you will laugh at urself" Then she quickly took of her specs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEiqcKMfaI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sy1lBqj0Zfo/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEiqcKMfaI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sy1lBqj0Zfo/s400/DSC04627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346092345174293922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to take pic with the "pontianak" xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEiqGSgEXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YqRyFy6OJwk/s1600-h/DSC04613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEiqGSgEXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YqRyFy6OJwk/s400/DSC04613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346092339303551346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revenge of the Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEip0WBttI/AAAAAAAAA0E/wy7lqxaPkW4/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEip0WBttI/AAAAAAAAA0E/wy7lqxaPkW4/s400/DSC04605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346092334486501074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know WHAT? We woke up at 6AM to see the sunrise BUT. It was cloudy so the sun malu-malu behind the clouds there. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning walk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEkPIYvqLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XPCCF4_mXKI/s1600-h/DSC04638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEkPIYvqLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XPCCF4_mXKI/s400/DSC04638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094075033397426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crab "kiap" her fingers. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEkPN1dLiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hNQJwfztp40/s1600-h/DSC04637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEkPN1dLiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hNQJwfztp40/s400/DSC04637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094076495998498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam at the hilltop poolside too. It was breathtaking until I almost tersesak nafas. No lah, I was lame-joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEk8veOVxI/AAAAAAAAA0s/vAcIJl9V-aA/s1600-h/DSC04645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEk8veOVxI/AAAAAAAAA0s/vAcIJl9V-aA/s400/DSC04645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094858619475730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back on Friday. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, June 7, I went to Mich's birthday party at Tarot Cafe. She's another person who has joined the 17 tribe, leaving me alone. Haiz, I'm always the mei mei among my friends. Jac calls me manja. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept on laughing at Chris the whole night for no reason. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEnG4GLoTI/AAAAAAAAA08/t-cc3Q8kU38/s1600-h/DSC04648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEnG4GLoTI/AAAAAAAAA08/t-cc3Q8kU38/s400/DSC04648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346097231756501298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, bday girl is camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEnGkN3bTI/AAAAAAAAA00/0CVFmCaKuso/s1600-h/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEnGkN3bTI/AAAAAAAAA00/0CVFmCaKuso/s400/DSC04647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346097226420022578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted(no, needed!) to see Au-chan before she went back to Miri. We met at Spring on Tuesday, June 9, with Mel and Jac. Others couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped up behind us! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEoQiChnlI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fgljPMYEFLc/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEoQiChnlI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fgljPMYEFLc/s400/DSC04654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098497145904722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au-chan chia us at Sushi King. That was so sweet of her, omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEoQaCh-8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ss208W_4nQY/s1600-h/DSC04651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEoQaCh-8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ss208W_4nQY/s400/DSC04651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098494998444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to eat buffet lunch at The Banquet. It was absolutely worth the rm28 for dishes that you normally eat at weddings. All you can eat somemore. Food heaven! We kinda got greedy, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all that happened during the holidays. Now back to school and back to test results. DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-724386940544958236?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/724386940544958236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=724386940544958236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/724386940544958236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/724386940544958236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-thursday-i-went-to-damai-beach-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SjEhaEh7pmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NLWP2vcuYlE/s72-c/DSC04588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-4660862330526807010</id><published>2009-06-11T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:40:12.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Who would u vote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Boundaries sung by Kris Allen or Adam Lambert (Glambert~). Which one do you prefer?&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Listen and vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hitz.fm/special/idolbattle/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I listen to Glambert's one, it kinda gives me chills and goosebumps. Any singer that can make me feel like that is good, in my opinion. He really makes me feel like there are no boundaries! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-4660862330526807010?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/4660862330526807010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=4660862330526807010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4660862330526807010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/4660862330526807010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-would-u-vote.html' title='Who would u vote?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8791831862390831342</id><published>2009-06-11T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:44:22.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Inmates dancing and Stylish Fest link</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These prisoners in Cebu, Philippines have this performance thingy every month and they dance so freaking awesome! MUST watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Note: The girl in yellow scarf is actually a guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Jai Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTMUZ39UHgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTMUZ39UHgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe they danced to Wonder Girls' song- Nobody! Aahh, the pondans dance so cool. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MFEFnRJC4k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MFEFnRJC4k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;all dedicated shoppers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Is going out of your comfort zone to do some shopping such a hassle for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you prefer to make a few clicks or rush here and there in an effort to look good and fashionable in this busy world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, all your problems are solved (for those stylish girls or those who want to be stylish only- sorry). Just visit &lt;a href="http://stylishfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and your guide to fashion begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; New styles from Hong Kong, Japan and Korea. Measurements and price are written right there. Shipment to East Malaysia is waaaay cheaper than to West Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;So what are you waiting for?? GO, Go, gooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Don't worry, nothing too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah-lian&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://stylishfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Just feel free to click and look around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8791831862390831342?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8791831862390831342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8791831862390831342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8791831862390831342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8791831862390831342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/inmates-dancing-and-stylish-fest-link.html' title='Inmates dancing and Stylish Fest link'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1900903654265487730</id><published>2009-06-05T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:45:23.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Don't trust me</title><content type='html'>The saddest thing happened today- I got back from Damai!! =(  Pics will be uploaded next time lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Don't Trust Me video Asian version. I like it better than the original one which I don't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tP6HFwBHRnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tP6HFwBHRnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1900903654265487730?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1900903654265487730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1900903654265487730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1900903654265487730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1900903654265487730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-trust-me.html' title='Don&apos;t trust me'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5588641473365328595</id><published>2009-06-02T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:55:18.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>The holidays and everything in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am MAD! This is insane, insane I tell ya! I bet everyone knows about the abandoning of dogs in Pulau Ketam. There's nothing more that makes me pity the sound of dogs whining and crying for help. I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;IMAGINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the situation over there. The horror. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the 2nd day of Gawai and the weather is hot here. Not just hot but it's like a volcano erupted nearby and lava is pouring everywhere! Just seconds after showering, I start to sweat again and I really despise that feeling. I like to be clean and fresh like the mountain air. *sound of wind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, I play Restaurant City everyday. Haha. But I don't get why customers don't freaking wanna use my toilet! It's not cheap ok and the only one I bought looks broken. 600 coins all wasted! Grr, looks like I have to buy the better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh it's too hot to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;eh, eh, eh, eh, eh,eh ,eh we 2NE1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TB_a84alX_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TB_a84alX_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa, her chest popping move! awesome... xD sure all the guys' eyes pop out too. this song is like nicotine. Addictive!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's totally different from their Lollipop song- that was for a phone commercial anyway so maybe that wasn't exactly their style.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But such a cool song for a cool phone, I want the Lollipop phone!!&lt;/span&gt; *flies to Korea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XF6tGgUsQe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XF6tGgUsQe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5588641473365328595?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5588641473365328595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5588641473365328595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5588641473365328595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5588641473365328595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-and-everything-in-between.html' title='The holidays and everything in between'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6368417508264361848</id><published>2009-05-30T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:12:47.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Restaurant City and randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i had many invitations to play restaurant city- the one in facebook so today i tried it out. and now im sad to say im addicted!! but i don't know how to buy the indoor and outdoor deco for my dining place so i'm stuck =( but it's really funny ( to me lah) that i can clean up people's mess in their restaurant and i earn money! wahaha make sure u take care of your shop people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;my Indonesian maid's transport came early to pick her up when she didn't finish her work yet so she told the driver to go and pick other's first. she went rambling on to me but i could only understand half of what she said cause she was speaking mainly in Indo but luckily i could catch a few Malay words. thank god she's not from thailand or somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;my parents had to bring her back so she gave us the directions. it was hard to understand her but i tried my best. after all i'm the one who understands her the most &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then my maid said "pergi lurus saja" and my mom nodded like she knew. then my mom asked me "lurus si hamik eh?" (what is lurus) if my maid wasn't in the car i would have slapped my forehead hard. Straaaaaight!! i told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anyway, the house that we brought my maid to was freaking nice and big. it's actually two terrace houses but the maid agent renovated it to become one huge house  with nice garden lights. Waaahh, so pretty~ we should install some in our garden so that no more sneaky men will creep into our house compound without us knowing. hate it sooo much! and with my useless dogs something bad is bound to happen one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then my parents and i went to eat dinner and i waited so long for my freakin plum sauce pork sorry to the muslims wahahaha goodbye people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gayu Guru Gerai Nyamai to those celebrating Gawai!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T me wan go kampung and see the celebrations. im budak bandar ok need to get out once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6368417508264361848?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6368417508264361848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6368417508264361848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6368417508264361848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6368417508264361848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-city-and-randomness.html' title='Restaurant City and randomness'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-3365650004758038486</id><published>2009-05-30T10:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:24:29.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Drawings and weird experiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've been up to the past few weeks:&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;Cartoonist=Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editor/ Outfit stylist= Tracy &amp;amp; Yoalanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCjcjAIKxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/P0OhVirK1fw/s400/DSC00046.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341448868888849170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disco theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCintdsY4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/blKTJVmdHcw/s400/Friends.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341447961164145538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;"Professors"= Tracy &amp;amp; Yoalanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCsl_V0FqI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ZOtME6-gHew/s400/DSC04562.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341458926719473314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCsl3sgEGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/y9gbh-VHS-0/s1600-h/DSC04563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCsl3sgEGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/y9gbh-VHS-0/s400/DSC04563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341458924667146338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCuHD0wQ7I/AAAAAAAAAzU/aEsk7dFBi8o/s1600-h/DSC04565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCuHD0wQ7I/AAAAAAAAAzU/aEsk7dFBi8o/s400/DSC04565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341460594370298802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCuHXaZ5HI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PG7tnBIJyE4/s1600-h/DSC04566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCuHXaZ5HI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PG7tnBIJyE4/s400/DSC04566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341460599628489842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCuHl_Eq_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/LCWMiTxGFeQ/s1600-h/DSC04567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCuHl_Eq_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/LCWMiTxGFeQ/s400/DSC04567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341460603540384754" /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're not fooling around the whole time, just did this out of boredom. Don't assume we play play all the time ok??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-3365650004758038486?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/3365650004758038486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=3365650004758038486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3365650004758038486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/3365650004758038486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/drawings-and-weird-experiments.html' title='Drawings and weird experiments'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SiCjcjAIKxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/P0OhVirK1fw/s72-c/DSC00046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8108925499705842851</id><published>2009-05-21T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:17:31.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Time zooms by</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's the middle of the year already... SPM is like 5 months away. My tuition and school teachers are all lecturing us to study harder. So much pressure lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 year old YUTO MIYAZAWA performs Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train on Ellen Degeneres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAB-SS-KCQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAB-SS-KCQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid ROCKS! So cute and talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior -It's You official music video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyuqdffUsAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyuqdffUsAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8108925499705842851?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8108925499705842851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8108925499705842851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8108925499705842851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8108925499705842851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-zooms-by.html' title='Time zooms by'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1067409316432568781</id><published>2009-05-17T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:26:11.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>I love Miley Cyrus' song "The Climb"....! She's a genius for creating that. Such an inspirational song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time last night, I ate at a steamboat place called Mitsu Shabu Shabu(?)where our dinner was cooked right at our table and we just fished out whatever we wanted to eat. So cool but the steam kept on fogging up my glasses and I was swiping away imaginary steam. Someone helped to turn it off and I could see again. Yay. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Spring with bro and his gf. I almost died in Vincci at Padini. SO many nice shoes!!! Aaaahhhh....! *Sharpay from HSM* I want it, I I I I want it, I want it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I've been in so many awkward positions that I'm practically almost not embarrassed by it anymore. My body produces anti-awkwardnessbodies so I'm immune to them all. I am a socially awkward person and I envy those who can blabber like they're best friends to strangers. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-1067409316432568781?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1067409316432568781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1067409316432568781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1067409316432568781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1067409316432568781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2071867614922182151</id><published>2009-05-15T22:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:34:13.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>How Harsh and Cruel Is Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we wanted to do something different since it's our last year in school. We practiced on the dance since around February, excited at the prospect of doing this "cool" thing. Teacher's Day we would perform and see the looks on our teacher's faces. Cramming in between all our hectic schedules and trying to find a proper time for all of us to get together was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know all that we did was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days came and went until it was finally the holidays. Planned on going to the tailor to get our dresses done. Then it was the shoes. The outfits would have made a great impact on our performance, making everything look more coordinated and chic. A pair of gloves for everyone made it even better. I was amazed at ourselves for managing to complete part of our job. It was nice knowing we would get something done this year, besides SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days I would sit day dreaming, going through the steps in my head and humming the song to myself. I would giggle to myself too, humoured at the thought that it was our little secret that would surprise everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in between all of that, lots of drama occurred. There was always a problem at every corner, waiting to pounce on us and break us apart. Transportation problems, quarrels, misunderstandings, no mood to practice, felt like giving up, .....you name it. Suddenly a band member quit because it was not her thing and couldn't cope with the pressure, and was quickly replaced by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our blood and sweat was being poured into this as we struggled to cope with the dance, school, tuition and homework. Days were long and nights were short. We thought the Teacher's Day would be postponed till June because that's the way it was. But this year the principle wanted it to be on the day itself. *cue suspense music* There was so little time and so much to do... Doubts were forming in my mind. Would we be able to finish it in time? Will everyone like it? What if I fall down in my heels? What if we couldn't make it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it became more pressured and scary when the day was drawing closer and closer. Headaches accompanied me almost everyday as we tried to find more time to practice and I wanted to finish teaching them the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum somehow butted in and gave us more confidence and hope to carry on. She was our saviour just when we needed a light to shine our way on. And we finally completed the dance. We were overjoyed but couldn't stop to rest much because we had to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we still had to find Cikgu L to put our dance under her club name. We were nervous at showing her our dance... I guess she's still mad at Sam and I for quitting her club so we had to hear her lecture and scold us before continuing on. The only thing that kept me moving on was to get everything over with and enjoy life after that.... In the end she said no need to put it under the club's name and we had to go for the auditions on Wednesday, three days before the real day. Would we make it or break it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We totally broke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all I was damn close to running away and forgetting about everything. But I couldn't.... not after all we've done. Second, it felt out of place wearing high heels to a audition that we weren't even sure would help us through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ignoring the curious stares and my wobbly jell-o legs, we just did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though our friend's comments were good and the crowd's reaction wasn't that bad, I had that nagging feeling at the back of my mind. It wasn't over yet. We finally found out that.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we weren't in&lt;/span&gt;. The teacher's didn't like it and they just cut us out like that. The only problem we overlooked was that our school and country is just too freaking conservative and narrow-minded. They limit and restrict our creativity until we're locked in jail cells. I felt a sharp stab in my heart, like a heartbroken kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears wanted to automatically flow down but I held it all back so I wouldn't get out of control.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cikgu K felt so bad for us after knowing what we did to get that far, I could see it in her eyes but there was nothing she could do about it. She's nice no matter what anyone says... But we wanted to still fight for our rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I still can't believe we went to see the principle as our last resort. He was amused at us and everything was going ok until Cikgu F appeared at the doorway. She was shocked to find us there and tried to give the principle an excuse for our behaviour. Then she went on and on about how positive their decision was of cancelling our performance..... Thanks for making our life miserable. And she even had the nerve to say we can dance in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nightclubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; but not in school. WTH was that about and where did she come up with that idea............?? That sentence stirred up this fire in me and I so wanted to slap her for saying that. We're NOT cheap.... I know who I am and I know I didn't do anything wrong so forgive me if some parts of our dance were too X-rated for you people who don't know a good performance even if it fell in your laps......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's their loss if they can't accept it. I spent a long time thinking about it and finally realised it wasn't my fault.... Took me long enough to accept the fact that God has other plans for me and I should just move on with life and grab a better chance. We wanted to provide free service for the teachers and students  from our own sources and I bet cancer patients or dying people would have accepted it gratefully and appreciated it even more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We might have wasted a lot of time and money but this has taught me a really good lesson. I'm touched by all my friends who supported us from the beginning and comforted me with soothing words. Thank you guys so much.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/s: If I have said anything that offended anyone, too bad and get lost because this is how I feel and I'm letting it all out in my sanctuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/37470467-2071867614922182151?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2071867614922182151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2071867614922182151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2071867614922182151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2071867614922182151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-harsh-and-cruel-is-life.html' title='How Harsh and Cruel Is Life'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6659843773953316192</id><published>2009-05-10T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:30:51.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The food at Four Points is freaking delish!! I feel so full and extremely tired right now... Must be the dopermine or seranine or whatever from the food that's making me sleepy. Argh, too much Bio.Would you believe there's even a candy section at the desert table?? Waahh, it's like heaven for me. And all the little kids. Yes, I'm young at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And also there's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;an tau peng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; ice vendor where you DIY. So cool but orang sakai like us end up splashing ice all over the table and squirting the condensed milk at someone's skirt! *koffkoffmybrodidthattome* It's a very high class place (4 star what do you expect) but the atmosphere is somehow mixed with a normal restaurant outlet. So I get this in-between-feeling. Kuchingians always know how to lower the standards of a place. I don't get why some were wearing slippers or looked like they were going to pasar malam. Can't they try to dress accordingly?? tsk tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My eyes......want to close... Tata people.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL YOUR MOMS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Omg teacher's day is so clooooooose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6659843773953316192?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6659843773953316192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6659843773953316192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6659843773953316192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6659843773953316192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6064333942434331650</id><published>2009-05-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:57:21.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life I guess...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Of babies</title><content type='html'>I heard some sad news today. My keyboard teacher didn't see me for 2 weeks like that cause I thought she had to rest a lot since she's pregnant. Turns out her baby is gone and she had to wash it away. Something like abortion except that the foetus is gone and only the placenta is left. Aiya, her first time and it's like that. So sad... My mom said that its really terrible to lose a baby. And then my teacher said "Never, never, ever have sex before marriage ahh" I cnt remember why she told me that but she did and I just nodded my head. So random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6064333942434331650?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6064333942434331650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6064333942434331650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6064333942434331650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6064333942434331650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-babies.html' title='Of babies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6702538802439614937</id><published>2009-05-04T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:55:40.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>BOF parody</title><content type='html'>Watch the Boys Over Flowers parody! So funnay lah.. ahhaha the F4 all so ugly one. Since when Yi Jung sunbae had blond hair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uRqcnVunxfQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uRqcnVunxfQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last episode is airing on KBS 2moro. Wonder what I'm gonna do after this to fill up my monday and tuesday nights. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6702538802439614937?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6702538802439614937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6702538802439614937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6702538802439614937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6702538802439614937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/05/bof-parody.html' title='BOF parody'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6621886360140200816</id><published>2009-04-26T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:45:08.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>God gives me a harder test than SPM</title><content type='html'>God has chosen this time to test me the most. Hope I can survive this hell..... Save me Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I just remembered thank you to Michelle for giving me a massage that Friday coz I had this backache and possibly osteoporosis now, no thanks to Puan Ding who ordered us to do our work standing. How soi am I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Mich~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/min%20ho" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 454px;" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q312/anatisha/Lee%20Min%20Ho/lmh06.jpg" alt="LMH12 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is for meeee~ Lol for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww46/koreandramaaddict/yijung68.jpg" alt="kim bum Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6621886360140200816?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6621886360140200816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6621886360140200816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6621886360140200816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6621886360140200816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-gives-me-harder-test-than-spm.html' title='God gives me a harder test than SPM'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q312/anatisha/Lee%20Min%20Ho/th_lmh06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7471472041853524692</id><published>2009-04-26T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:32:37.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday after school for the YCS meeting, we had an Easter Egg Hunt. It was fun and all, running around the whole school searching for the next clue, answering the Bible questions(mostly SAM-she's a walking Bible I tell you) and hunting for the colourful eggs. Until we got scolded for running. No, I think that teacher was talking mainly to me out of all the people in my group( for whatever reason WHY ME) and she dared to point her finger at me again and said in this menacing voice "DON'T RUN. If you fall down and break your hand... You better watch out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*tuuuuuuuutt* that annoying penguin. Who does she think she is. I'm old enough to take responsibility ok. I'm 16 for goodness sake!!!! It's like she's talking to a primary school kid and that doesn't make me feel any more mature. I can control my legs and it's none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You know this feeling you get when you don't feel satisfied about something and it keeps bugging you. That's how I feel about this situation. It may seem small to you but it struck me like, HUGE. The whole weekend I couldn't help but think about her words over and over again. No one has ever talked to me like that since.... since primary school or Form 1 like that. I refused to be treated as a child. This is downright insulting.... Do I look that young or what?? I know some people mistake me as a Form 3 or Form 4 student but to be talked at like that...!! Sheesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~~~~Just found out the biggest secret of my best friend~~~~ Don't even know how to react~~~~What can I do anyways?~~~~Nothing but just be there~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7471472041853524692?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7471472041853524692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7471472041853524692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7471472041853524692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7471472041853524692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-hunt.html' title='Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2558301868677645196</id><published>2009-04-23T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:26:50.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stress would be my number one word this week. Oh Lord, please save me from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King of Headaches &lt;/span&gt;who has decided to come and pay me a visit and give me hell. Urgh... Give me STRENGTH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Life is so hectic and some things are a mess and I feel like screaming until everyone around me goes pekak. So geram....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I need to murder something!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing pisses me off. No I don't have PMS right now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might say "Wahh, I've never seen this side of Tracy before". Well, it's gonna happen a lot more because once it's the last straw I don't think I can take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bigger deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/550/550449l0y2obrjg6.gif" width="90" border="0" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2558301868677645196?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2558301868677645196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2558301868677645196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2558301868677645196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2558301868677645196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2709182036150055563</id><published>2009-04-17T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:17:12.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>So many people changed their blog skins and they are all so cute! Hahaha, I feel as if I have died and gone to cute heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day at school I realize that I yawn. Why am I so tired in the morning??? SPM, no SuPerMan is coming nearer and nearer AND the doom of us choosing our courses after that or possibly being chosen for National service........ There's just so much to worry about!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh me freakin goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the music talk in here~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3Sf-FAhUjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3Sf-FAhUjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song I looovveee! Hey Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxZrLWg5XNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxZrLWg5XNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song is not bad too. Run Don't Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hey%20monday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr81/dogfreak25/Other%20People/l_b3c2e1df7999475da3b45921d9341186.jpg" alt="hey monday Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change from Hey Monday to Kim Bum! Ngahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn9/ba3syia22/ba3.jpg" alt="Kim Bum Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Kim Bum looks mysterious...! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALERT this is gonna give you goosebumps listening to her and maybe tears in your eyes. She's the bomb! CLick &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2709182036150055563?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2709182036150055563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2709182036150055563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2709182036150055563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2709182036150055563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr81/dogfreak25/Other%20People/th_l_b3c2e1df7999475da3b45921d9341186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6323533916911149395</id><published>2009-04-16T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:59:46.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Lollipop</title><content type='html'>I love this!! Lolli-lolli-lollipop, LOLLI POP-POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsy_m6xk1xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsy_m6xk1xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6323533916911149395?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6323533916911149395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6323533916911149395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6323533916911149395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6323533916911149395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/lollipop.html' title='Lollipop'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-1248962065996641988</id><published>2009-04-12T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:33:53.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;On Good Friday, we're supposed to be "good" right? Like go to church and fast, remember Jesus' death that washed away our sins and stuff, BUT for me and Val, we were really gila-gila (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;times a hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;) that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Well morning, she wanted us to do morning exercise. She grabbed a hula hoop and I followed her outside, wearing the hats that my mom and i wore during our trip at Damai. Then we hula hooped with my dogs staring at us with question marks on their foreheads. Val was scared that she might hit my dogs but I assured her they won't be stupid enough to go near. In the end, Ginny kena hit on her head also. Haiz, stupiak dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;My mum wanted to go to Dua Puluh Sen(DPS) at SImpang TIga since they were having a clearance sale and she called us to go. When she passed by us she smirked and said "Crazy girls". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We still wore the hats when we went to DPS. I xchanged the rotan English-looking-hat-that-ladies-wear-while-drinking-tea  to something more wearable outside. At least it looked decent with my outfit. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;At DPS, Val wanted to take a pic of the half-naked mannequin cause it "looked so wrong". Then she took another pic of a body mannequin that had no clothes on. That's just the beginning of the craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When she asked me if I was going to buy the underwear over there, I answered "Don't want, looks like ah ma ones" cause I thought no one was listening and the underwear were really hideous BUT there really were ah ma's over there that heard me and glared at me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;While I was looking at some vests cause I wanted a vest for quite a while, suddenly this woman spoke to me. She said she really liked this shirt and wanted to "tumpang" with me if I bought the vest so altogether we would pay RM20 which means RM10 each like a 2 for RM20 thing which is freaking cheap!! Ok, I added the freaking cheap by myself, but I could see she really wanted it and the vest on sale was so cheap so I told her to wait while I chose a nice(un-ah lian looking) one. That was the first time I did that. So cool lah! It's like a mutualism thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bought a few stuff then went back home. Then Val followed me to church and  her mum was overjoyed. LOL. Coz its hard to bring that girl to church one. At church, there were a lot of people so we sat in the old abandoned church. Saw my relatives there and Val played under the rainbow with my long distance lil cousin. I seriously don't know her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Went home and it was horror movie marathon time! I'm starting to like certain horror movies more now cause of the interesting plots. Sigh, so many influences around me, it was bound to get to me. So we watched two Korean movies, one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hansel and Gretel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;, which is more to sad than horror, still very nice! and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Death Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; which has Kim Bum in it so I screamed aloud when I saw him appear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;After Death Bell finished, we rewinded the movie backwards and paused to see Kim Bum's face. Can melt ok?? Lolololol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Soon after that her mum picked her up on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/480/480425p1f36dz62q.png" width="211" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was just one of those crazy days...&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/37470467-1248962065996641988?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/1248962065996641988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=1248962065996641988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1248962065996641988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/1248962065996641988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5521805230276626216</id><published>2009-04-12T22:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:40:13.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Kiddy Bday party</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended my cousin's daughter's birthday party. Seeing as it was a kid's party, I wasn't really keen but I had no choice. Sigh, so I HAD to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, WOW the deco and everything was set up so nicely, like a little girl's dream party. Everything was sooo... princessy( I found out later it was a princess theme) with little girls running around in pink or purple glittery dresses and streamers and balloons in pink and purple. If I were 10 years younger I would have been so jealous of her. My birthday parties were so simple last time, just go out for dinner with family, come back and open presents. And that was enough to keep me happy for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to take a pic of the birthday girl since she was running around with her friends the whole time in her white dress. She even had a tiara but i didn't see her wear it cause we came late around 7 when the party started at 6pm.  SOmething I learned is -A group of children screaming together is not a pretty thing to hear when you want to preserve your eardrums ok. I only took a few miserable pics when the party was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFIr32DbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jHoZ-68l7OQ/s1600-h/DSC04510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFIr32DbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jHoZ-68l7OQ/s320/DSC04510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323823356279393714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting ready for games&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFtZOWcbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nnPP0hp9M-I/s1600-h/DSC04514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFtZOWcbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nnPP0hp9M-I/s320/DSC04514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323823986928677298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cuuuutest cupcakes ever!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFtDLQ58I/AAAAAAAAAyM/iOQN58Z3xTc/s1600-h/DSC04511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFtDLQ58I/AAAAAAAAAyM/iOQN58Z3xTc/s320/DSC04511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323823981010151362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side-by-side. This is a random photo of two cute kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIGdtS3fuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1Jdb_97660A/s1600-h/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIGdtS3fuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1Jdb_97660A/s320/DSC04512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323824816950050530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stop staring at this chubby boy the whole night. SOO cute!! I wanna pinch his cheeks. His bahasa swak also so cute lahhh~&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIGdoWVGFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TwXf-MfKXjQ/s1600-h/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIGdoWVGFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TwXf-MfKXjQ/s320/DSC04513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323824815622395986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the deco? Like a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIJ47k2G9I/AAAAAAAAAys/d7vhW_O2gRY/s1600-h/DSC04515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIJ47k2G9I/AAAAAAAAAys/d7vhW_O2gRY/s320/DSC04515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323828583174904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The party pack is also soo cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, it was a really cute (pink!) party and the Barbie birthday cake - minus the screaming and hyperactive kids. Birthday girl had millions of presents. One of them was almost one metre long. Turns out it's a vanity table set. Omgee, mini Sharpay!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days. SO damn lucky.&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/37470467-5521805230276626216?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5521805230276626216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5521805230276626216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5521805230276626216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5521805230276626216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiddy-bday-party.html' title='Kiddy Bday party'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeIFIr32DbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jHoZ-68l7OQ/s72-c/DSC04510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-2057813368144336</id><published>2009-04-11T11:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:05:10.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Damai Beach</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I went to Damai! Still can't believe it... It was like a breathe of fresh air, a nice cold ice cream on a hot day. Wanted to escape from everything in school and life and let everything be peaceful in my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I wanted to go most was the beach!!  I let the waves wash all away my problems. I sound so poetic, lol. I took a morning walk on the beach with my mum. Neh, that's her hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATPA4wvJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m35GhXzsJLE/s1600-h/DSC04426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATPA4wvJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m35GhXzsJLE/s320/DSC04426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323275908208966802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATeBH6L1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/qpppOOxMC4w/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATeBH6L1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/qpppOOxMC4w/s320/DSC04431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276165970538322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm carrying my mum's bag which coincidentally matches my outfit. Usually I don't carry handbags ok. Not really a handbag person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATeHuv_0I/AAAAAAAAAws/o4ej0R-oWf8/s1600-h/DSC04430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATeHuv_0I/AAAAAAAAAws/o4ej0R-oWf8/s320/DSC04430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276167744061250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our shadows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We read books by the seaside until it was almost noon. The sky was so blue and beautiful I had to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAW7UP86uI/AAAAAAAAAxE/GBRcqD0dglE/s1600-h/DSC04436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAW7UP86uI/AAAAAAAAAxE/GBRcqD0dglE/s320/DSC04436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279967855635170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda reminds me of Destiny Island in Kingdom Hearts. &lt;/span&gt;xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAW7LCNmgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/4jm2eYDrmlE/s1600-h/DSC04434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAW7LCNmgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/4jm2eYDrmlE/s320/DSC04434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279965382089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During evening, my bro and his gf came down and I went to the beach again with them. You see, I can't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAZatdeidI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LAvj45KiqtI/s1600-h/DSC04464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAZatdeidI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LAvj45KiqtI/s320/DSC04464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323282706222451154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The prettiest foot is MINE. Hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAZac4M-FI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Ge4cPp9b-E8/s1600-h/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAZac4M-FI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Ge4cPp9b-E8/s320/DSC04456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323282701771143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fooling around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAbdo7EuyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/zEOT8_XgEFM/s1600-h/DSC04480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAbdo7EuyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/zEOT8_XgEFM/s320/DSC04480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323284955567274786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying to give him bunny ears but can't be seen =(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeBnLvhq2tI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_xH1hhDK1to/s1600-h/DSC04467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeBnLvhq2tI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_xH1hhDK1to/s320/DSC04467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323368210985835218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See Mich I got berjiwang over there! LOL The breeze was soooo refreshing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha,  I'm laughing at myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAeHb2yfQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-nqKt2tbCmo/s1600-h/DSC04499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeAeHb2yfQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-nqKt2tbCmo/s320/DSC04499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323287872637402370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset glow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had dinner at the restaurant. My mum wanted to eat her own plate and didn't want to share with me. Since I wasn't that hungry(after eating junk food Ngahaha) she asked for the Kids Menu...! *makes face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeBqXt3mkzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lzcaURJZm1Y/s1600-h/DSC04505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeBqXt3mkzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lzcaURJZm1Y/s320/DSC04505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323371715234272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine me asking the waiter : Can I have Lilo &amp;amp; Stich puh-leeezzz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG how embarassing. Instead I just pointed it to him and smiled. At least he got it but the look on his face........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that practically wraps up my too-short-trip to Damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-2057813368144336?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/2057813368144336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=2057813368144336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2057813368144336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/2057813368144336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/damai-beach.html' title='Damai Beach'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/SeATPA4wvJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m35GhXzsJLE/s72-c/DSC04426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5397530069030945445</id><published>2009-04-02T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:55:26.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>IPTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Today my class went to the IPTS thing at dewan. Is it ipts or something else. I forgot the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, we entered the dewan and we dispersed to all the different college booths that interests each of us. I saw Swinburne, Lim Kok Wing, Taylors college and many many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;All the people were trying to attract our attention by giving us brochures and asking us what courses we are interested in. I can't remember how many million forms I filled in today. AND I'm still kinda blur as to what I'm really interested in. There's so many and I lose interest in a alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh yea, I remember at the Lim Kok Wing booth, there were two guys, one Chinese and the other one is Malay I think (not sure coz his hair a bit like Reshmonu's except shorter). SO while Mich and I were filling in the forms, the Chinese guy saw my name and teased me Tracy Chapman( some old singer) and Mich as Michelle Yeoh ( don't tell me u dunno who is she). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I just gave a small smile and continued filling in the form. THEN, he suddenly said, "Eh, both of you look soooo kuai".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We both asked "....Why....???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;He started speaking in Mandarin. He repeated the same thing again and this time added "Ni men mei you chut lai wan shang (eh my chinese is horrible SORRY sorry sorry)" If ur still blur, he asked us if we went out at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I didn't dare look up from the form cause I was wondering what the hell is he trying to do. And I didn't answer him back. He continued some more " something something nan peng you......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I think he asked us if we had boyfriends or something. SWT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I gave a half-hearted laugh and a fake smile. Mich and I were acting very blur and didn't bother to answer him. Then we went awaayy, far far awaayy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I was surprised when I saw people getting their hair cut at the back! For free somemore by Cutting Edge! Peluang yang tidak boleh dilepaskan xD  My front hair was getting a bit long so I tried it out. The guy asked me how I wanted it and I said "err... not too short?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So he cut...and cut...and cut. I remember Jac ran away with my specs. Mich whispered something to Yoyo (which I now know! hmph). My Chem teacher was beside me also getting a haircut. LOL. It felt cool to cut my hair in school. I never went to the Cutting Edge before anyway. After I was done, Reening said "Hey you got Lady Gaga's hair now" SWT  It's just a china doll fringe. Some people couldn't even tell the difference. So the very blind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Finally did my English oral today! And there is BM lisan next week.... Sigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And after C. Barzati's talk with us suddenly our class very bersemangat to decorate. Except for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**MUST learn how to play 'Because I'm Stupid' on keyboard by ss501!! Thanks Mich for the download link ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5397530069030945445?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5397530069030945445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5397530069030945445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5397530069030945445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5397530069030945445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipts.html' title='IPTS'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7418151834087060797</id><published>2009-03-26T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:08:52.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Of counselling rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why do people immediately have the wrong perception when someone goes into the counselling room?? It doesn't necessarily mean that they're in trouble or have problems or whatever. Aisshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jac already asked Pn Koo if we could take the career interest test since we were all so lost and confused when it came to choosing a course for after Form 5. She said during our Civic period we could. So we did. And Pn. Low said so loudly to Lina "Uhh, can you write their names in the jejak harian book because they are going to the counselling room?" and pointed to Jac, Mich and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And immediately we could hear murmurs all around class. Soph and Nick said together "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Counselling room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;??!" *mind you, im not sure if i spelled counselling right this whole time* We felt so embarrased and I put my head down and walked out of class as fast as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have no comment. Except that my job in the future has something to do with science and labs. Like I believe that fully! Might never know I become interior designer instead. Wahaha.... But my mom said I'm not creative enough and I lack social skills. Boohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**OH yea, EARTH HOUR is this Saturday. Remember to switch off your lights from 8.30pm-9.30pm to create awareness for global warming. We should also continue to reduce our electrical usage not only this Saturday but for the rest of your life to save our planet! =D  **&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/37470467-7418151834087060797?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7418151834087060797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7418151834087060797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7418151834087060797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7418151834087060797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-counselling-rooms.html' title='Of counselling rooms'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-7675817270175704075</id><published>2009-03-22T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:46:32.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder girls'/><title type='text'>Nancy Drew</title><content type='html'>While everyone else is playing Dota, Maple Story, Ragnarok Online, Warcraft, Gunbound or whatever online game..... I play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Drew and the Curse of Blackmoor Manor&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, believe it! And it's freaking nice ok. For me who loves mysteries and solving cases, it's awesome. Especially with the spooky music playing in the background.... Woooo~~ And the British accents which Val and I like to follow and sound seriously weird instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXdDtnVV1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/mOhQe-f7gyc/s1600-h/DSC04388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXdDtnVV1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/mOhQe-f7gyc/s320/DSC04388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315897991034656594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking to Jane who always wants to play games with me. Can't you see I need to solve a mystery girl?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXeDk9XfrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/m1VspOViZfs/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXeDk9XfrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/m1VspOViZfs/s320/DSC04387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315899088222781106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reading a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a cute pic of the Wonder Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXbWQGAcqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/3LqmZlmCZHE/s1600-h/1_549179417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXbWQGAcqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/3LqmZlmCZHE/s320/1_549179417l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315896110504506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have swimming later on. My dad just asked me again what time it starts when he already asked me a few minutes ago. Aiyaiyai, old people.... Pray I don't get caught in a stampede- or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swimpede&lt;/span&gt;. God bless my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-7675817270175704075?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/7675817270175704075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=7675817270175704075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7675817270175704075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/7675817270175704075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/03/nancy-drew.html' title='Nancy Drew'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMpKhBN6WVI/ScXdDtnVV1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/mOhQe-f7gyc/s72-c/DSC04388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-8066001700392154194</id><published>2009-03-22T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:25:44.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Memory stick</title><content type='html'>I love my dad to itty bitty little pieces! See, he bought me a new 2GB memory stick for my phone. I thought my old one was 512MB but when I took it out, manatau it's 256MB. No wonder I can store so little stuff in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at Chem tuition, this Adrian knows how much I wanted a memory stick with bigger space so every week, he will show off how many songs he has in his phone. At first it was 100+, I felt jealous enough.  Then last week it was 200+ and I wanted to explode already....! He laugh and I sabar lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will ask "Eh, I see how many gig you have in your phone- wait, or should I say Mega. AHahaha!!" And my eyes will give him the biggest glare. But not anymore! Heee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Boys over Flowers on KBS now. Even though I don't understand what's going on... Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-8066001700392154194?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/8066001700392154194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=8066001700392154194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8066001700392154194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/8066001700392154194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/03/memory-stick.html' title='Memory stick'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-6465803722551498050</id><published>2009-03-20T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:06:25.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><title type='text'>Princess Hours</title><content type='html'>I know everyone else is watching Boys Over Flowers, the Korean version of Hana Yori Dango or Meteor Garden, while I'm almost finishing Princess Hours (Goong)! The last episode and I will be done.. Hehe. I'm satisfied so far because Shin Goon is finally with Chae-kyeong! Just need to see what happens in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/princess%2Bhours" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 306px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh315/honnerine/PrincessHours-1.jpg" alt="Princess  Hours Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Set in an alternate 21st-century reality where Korea possesses a royal family, this show revolves around the lives of the Crown Prince (Hwangtaeja) Yi Shin, and his new bride, Chae-kyeong. The depicted royal family in the show is modelled after the last royal family of Korea, which in reality reigned until the start of the Japanese Occupation in 1911 and was not reinstated after Japanese surrender in WW2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series starts off with the news that the King, Shin's father, is very ill. With the grim outlook on the King's health, the royal family scrambles to find a wife for Shin, so as to allow him to take over the royal throne if the situation requires. Despite being in love with another girl, the ambitious and talented ballerina Hyo-rin whom Shin initially proposed to (she rejects him to pursue her ballet dreams), Shin eventually marries a commoner to whom he was betrothed by his late grandfather in an old agreement with the girl's grandfather. Shin marries the headstrong yet lovable Chae-kyeong after Hyo-rin's rejection. Despite initially feeling nothing for Chae-kyeong, love eventually blossoms between the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, however, matters are further complicated with the return of Yi Yul and his mother Lady Hwa-Young, who was once the Crown Princess (Bingoong) before the death of her husband, the late Crown Prince, older brother of the current King. Yul and his mother were chased out of the palace some time after the death of his father, and it is later revealed that this was due to the King's discovery of an affair between Yul's mother and the current King who was his father's younger brother. Yul's mother had returned with a sinister motive in mind; to restore her son back to the throne, which would have been his eventually, if his father had not died. A series of events befall the palace with the schemes Yul's mother carries out, and is further intensified by the various scandals involving the royal family, which are inclusive of the Shin's continuing relationship with his old flame Hyo-rin, and the budding love Yul develops for Chae-kyeong, his cousin's new-found bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main actors/actresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoon Eun Hye&lt;/span&gt; (Chae-kyeong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chae-kyeong" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 384px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/shaemikkaela/829721001l.jpg" alt="yoon eun hye Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joo Ji Hoon&lt;/span&gt; (Crown Prince Lee Shin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.student.chula.ac.th/%7E49458723/goong4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 365px;" src="http://www.student.chula.ac.th/%7E49458723/goong4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Jeong Hoon&lt;/span&gt; ( Yi Yul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgtest.blogster.com/host/images/80072648808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 300px;" src="http://imgtest.blogster.com/host/images/80072648808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Ji Hyo&lt;/span&gt; ( Min Hyorin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/07092008/5/2/9/5/5295d13f2f4d80_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 315px;" src="http://img1.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/07092008/5/2/9/5/5295d13f2f4d80_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-6465803722551498050?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/6465803722551498050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=6465803722551498050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6465803722551498050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/6465803722551498050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/03/princess-hours.html' title='Princess Hours'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470467.post-5432479225165153745</id><published>2009-03-19T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:32:41.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Here are some videos to put a smile on your faces today.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Super Junior badly misheard lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7c8MCfQRKb0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7c8MCfQRKb0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies in Minutes - Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parody of Twilight. The Asian version lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/goix7jFXD9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/goix7jFXD9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girls - Wannabe lipsinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYaOMbGvzX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYaOMbGvzX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for this video. Depends whether you think Miley making those chinky eyes in a photo (she make her mata sepet) offends you or not. I do kinda find it offensive. Ish, so geram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9KGd7ga8B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9KGd7ga8B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday so fast.. Why does the holidays pass by so FAST??? Tell me why........ it's so hard to forget don't remind me....... eh, david archuleta's song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470467-5432479225165153745?l=tracemysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/feeds/5432479225165153745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470467&amp;postID=5432479225165153745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5432479225165153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470467/posts/default/5432479225165153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracemysteps.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542245802024284415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flyh1cyGg0k/TnK_Wjhh1KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTfFl7gVtbo/s220/DSC03906.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
