<?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-5930163527148751619</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:42:24.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Lahh..</title><subtitle type='html'>Life (or the lack thereof) of a PhD student</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-159026015459024224</id><published>2010-06-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:29:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am emotionally unstable when I play badminton. -.- These days, I usually play with guys, cos it's kinda hard to find girls to play with. When I play with people worse than me, I get my confidence, I play better and better the whole day. It's kinda like the positive feedback thing. BUT, when I play with better people, and then when they start to smash in my face, I get demoralized. And I will just play like whatever crap the whole day. Maybe it's just because I don't have a Li Ning racket that's all. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to doing laundry, and I have to do in secret whenever my housemates are out because I do too many times! Please tell me 2-3 times laundry per week is not too much. One of the reasons is because I play tennis on Wednesdays, then badminton on Saturdays and Mondays, I have loads of sweaty clothes! And I don't use the air conditioner as much as my housemates do, so I use the dryer to compensate. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-159026015459024224?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/159026015459024224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-emotionally-unstable-when-i-play.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/159026015459024224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/159026015459024224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-emotionally-unstable-when-i-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7461829393619140407</id><published>2010-06-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:00:30.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Responding to Wan Ying's question, I do go back Alor Star pretty often I guess. So here's my latest schedule, I just bought my tickets. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/7 - 5/7&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;30/7 - 1/8 &lt;br /&gt;20/8  - 22/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most of the time, I will be flying to or from Penang! :D OK, I know I spend a lot of money on flights, BUT, that was the point of studying in Singapore, so I can go back often. :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ying, when will you go back to US?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7461829393619140407?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7461829393619140407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/responding-to-wan-yings-question-i-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7461829393619140407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7461829393619140407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/responding-to-wan-yings-question-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7758982156706321592</id><published>2010-06-21T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:54:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOT!!! I bought The Sims 3!! The original one, mind you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't played Sims for like 8 years? Hmm. Muahaha. Sinfully entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinful because it's SGD50! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get any results on my gel again. BUT! Three hours of badminton, and a computer game to play with. Life couldn't be any better. Tralala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7758982156706321592?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7758982156706321592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/wooot-i-bought-sims-3-original-one-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7758982156706321592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7758982156706321592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/wooot-i-bought-sims-3-original-one-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4179237681098348200</id><published>2010-06-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:43:31.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored. Haven't felt this way since a long time ago. Bored as in I have nothing to do, like absolutely nothing. Have been reading for the past hour or so. Watch a movie online? I don't really feel like it. I'll clean up the apartment tomorrow morning. Then maybe I can go to lab on a Sunday, just so I won't be so bored. Is that how a PhD student is supposed to feel? I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4179237681098348200?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4179237681098348200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-bored.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4179237681098348200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4179237681098348200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1632562258048103364</id><published>2010-06-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:17:13.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting better at procrastinating after I became a PhD student. Does it apply all the other students as well? One thing's for sure, PhD students snack like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I have a bad day, I know exactly the remedy in curing it. For example, whenever I have a breakout, or my pores are clogged, I will just imagine how would the people who have skin disease feel. If I were to complain in front of them, how would they feel? See, whenever you have something bad happening to you, just think of the people who are in a worse situation than you are in. I feel lonely sometimes, and I make a big fuss out of it. But when I come to think of it, there are people who are even lonelier. They don't have friends to talk to, and they are even boycotted by their own colleagues! I am in a way better position compared to these people. Though I'm not on talking terms with some of my friends, who used to be kinda my best friends before this, but still, I still do have quite a few friends who are on talking terms with me! :) In short, just be grateful in life ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write on my blog, I own a diary, I post random comments on FB, and there's even a gChat status. I think I'm leaving droppings all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1632562258048103364?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1632562258048103364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-im-getting-better-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1632562258048103364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1632562258048103364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-im-getting-better-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1960798724040313123</id><published>2010-06-16T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:18:31.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wuhoo. New look for my blog! I'm getting more and more random these days. Guess it's true about the Permanent Head Damage thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think lonely people write on blogs. Lonelier people stalk FB. Desperate people post things without any meaning on FB, just so people will comment, and so they can pretend that they have friends attending to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis for two hours plus. Extreme tiredness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1960798724040313123?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1960798724040313123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/wuhoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1960798724040313123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1960798724040313123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/wuhoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-2106328522846554585</id><published>2010-06-15T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:59:44.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been here for a while, and people have started to spam my comment box. Hmm..I wonder if people are still waiting for me to write stuff. I realize nobody ever update their blogs anymore these days. Hah. I usually get inspired to post stuff again after I see a good blog, which is what is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, you know, we are ultimately alone in this world, so get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-2106328522846554585?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/2106328522846554585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/havent-been-here-for-while-and-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2106328522846554585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2106328522846554585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/06/havent-been-here-for-while-and-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8333565847169232901</id><published>2010-03-20T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:37:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GRE Word</title><content type='html'>Definition of "apathy" :  absence or suppression of  passion, emotion, or excitement; &lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lack of interest in or  concern for things that others find moving or exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which aptly describes how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost all hope and dreams, but I don't feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel happy, nor do I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't love or hate, nor do I feel being loved or hated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry, but I am not calm.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I spend a lot, I don't feel a single thing. Not happy nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel excited over things I used to like to do. I don't dislike things that I used to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Even with people that I was angry with, I don't feel anything towards them anymore. It's like I'm above everything. I don't care what people say or do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not depressed, don't get me wrong. But I'm not passionate with life either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind/heart is really numb. I just do things because I have to do it. It's more like a routine. It's like I live just because I have to live. This has been going on for a few weeks, maybe after Chinese New Year. Apparently, people feel apathy after they have undergone something traumatizing. So did I went through that? I doubt so. But is it normal to feel apathy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-8333565847169232901?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8333565847169232901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/03/gre-word.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8333565847169232901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8333565847169232901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/03/gre-word.html' title='The GRE Word'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3395965197369793033</id><published>2010-01-20T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:51:40.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>老鹰</title><content type='html'>看着在天空中盘旋的老鹰&lt;br /&gt;使我对自由，有种莫名的渴望&lt;br /&gt;我也希望我可以飞翔&lt;br /&gt;离开所有的人我是非，&lt;br /&gt;所有的你死我活&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3395965197369793033?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3395965197369793033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3395965197369793033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3395965197369793033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='老鹰'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3581656776942910144</id><published>2010-01-17T10:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:35:54.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Where I Live Now</title><content type='html'>Wow. It has been a shocking one month since the last post. Have been too  &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy I guess, driving to Penang a few times, playing  badminton, making kuih, doing CNY decorations, and other small and tiny things  that happened at home. &lt;p&gt;Well, I am officially a PhD student right now! :) Studying in NTU (hope I  won’t change my mind anytime soon :P). Things have been going smoothly so far,  minus the fact that it’s hard to make new friends anymore. Umm, I have to travel  at least 45 minutes to get to school everyday, and the reason is just because  I’m taking advantage of free accommodation, provided by my cousin brother. :D He  has been sent to Singapore by his US company as an expat for half a year, and  they pay for his accommodation. And his apartment has two rooms, so you know la.  Hahaha. It’s located at the centre of Central Singapore, just so you know the  rental. Heheh. OK, pictures of where I live. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2EgsRF1I/AAAAAAAAANg/uSzs5N0aJEQ/s1600-h/034.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2EgsRF1I/AAAAAAAAANg/uSzs5N0aJEQ/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530320802027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the building from the outside. I think it has a total of 75 floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2EEij2oI/AAAAAAAAANY/iALinFHjleg/s1600-h/036.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2EEij2oI/AAAAAAAAANY/iALinFHjleg/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530313245121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name is The Sail @ Marina Tower, address is 2 Marina Boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2DlkrCSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/u4gXie_gqjE/s1600-h/037.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2DlkrCSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/u4gXie_gqjE/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530304932481314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the lobby once you enter the building’s front doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2DN7gjMI/AAAAAAAAANI/OL0u35hTTqs/s1600-h/035.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2DN7gjMI/AAAAAAAAANI/OL0u35hTTqs/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530298585812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the buttons available for you to press in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1q7sZEhI/AAAAAAAAANA/ReF_GESC7Pc/s1600-h/038.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1q7sZEhI/AAAAAAAAANA/ReF_GESC7Pc/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529881373708818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the night view from the apartment building. You can see the Esplanade,  the Merlion, the Fullterton Hotel etc landmarks from here. Too bad the picture  is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1qmMsfkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZZ3EyoJDtkM/s1600-h/039.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1qmMsfkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZZ3EyoJDtkM/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529875603619394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three buildings make up the upcoming The Sands Casino and Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1qJfMLUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/X4H0DMe4Nh0/s1600-h/040.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1qJfMLUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/X4H0DMe4Nh0/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529867896565058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the living room. The apartment comes furnished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1plGpK2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/NkDN5uTlFk8/s1600-h/041.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1plGpK2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/NkDN5uTlFk8/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529858129931106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cousin’s master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1R42q4pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZq_vg8j044/s1600-h/042.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1R42q4pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZq_vg8j044/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529451114783378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my room. They even provided the sheets, which coincidentally matches  with my laptop! Note the sliding doors, my room doesn’t have a real door. =.=||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1RfhGlGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NNFfD22Y2T8/s1600-h/043.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1RfhGlGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NNFfD22Y2T8/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529444313437282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the kitchen. The refrigerator is inside the cupboard, which I think is a  very “unwise” (I shouldn’t use too uneducated words, just in case I get kicked  out from the apartment) design. You have to open two doors to get to your food.  And the clothes rack is really destroying the effect of the picture. I should’ve  taken it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1QxKKgrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PotW6KlfS1Y/s1600-h/044.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1QxKKgrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PotW6KlfS1Y/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529431869194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1QW1ufxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u8P2hOwdsMY/s1600-h/045.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J1QW1ufxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u8P2hOwdsMY/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529424804151058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is a bad picture of the bathroom. It doesn’t show anything, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh ya, I didn't take pictures of a really cool gym they have, spa, yoga room, FOUR swimming pools and two tennis courts. OK, the place is air-conditioned, so it actually doesn’t feel like  I’m in some tropical hot + humid country. And the apartment is filled with Ang  Moh’s, really. OK, so you’ve seen my living quarters, what do you think? Just so  you know, it costs a whopping SGD4,700 per month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3581656776942910144?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3581656776942910144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-live-now.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3581656776942910144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3581656776942910144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-live-now.html' title='This is Where I Live Now'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/S1J2EgsRF1I/AAAAAAAAANg/uSzs5N0aJEQ/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3125368114662140458</id><published>2009-12-18T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:53:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kuih..Kapit This Time :D</title><content type='html'>Wuhoo! Pictures and kuih again! :D But unfortunately, I took the pics with my mum's camera phone, so they aren't so clear. Nevertheless, introducing today's main actor ---kuih kapittt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuPimJqKgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gh0q_hZvLqE/s1600-h/17122009018.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuPimJqKgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gh0q_hZvLqE/s320/17122009018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416580801362536962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started everything in the morning at around 7.30am, took an hour's break at 1pm, then continued until 5pm. It was really really tiring, but it was really satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuPiBIEv2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/5eM_Gz3Wnmo/s1600-h/17122009012.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuPiBIEv2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/5eM_Gz3Wnmo/s320/17122009012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416580791423778658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my second time holding the molds. Apparently experienced kuih-makers hold 7 molds at a time,but I was doing very well with 5. :) My mum said she thought I could only manage 3. -_-" OK, that is my aunt beside me. She is responsible for folding the kuih. So the person who folds the kuih has to be fast, and his/her fingers must can withstand the searing hot of the kuih. Once it cools down, it will turn crispy already. So it must be folded twice while it's HOT. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note the lady statue accompanying me at the back. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuLgWz8NKI/AAAAAAAAALw/tlG6B8eiXoY/s1600-h/17122009019.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuLgWz8NKI/AAAAAAAAALw/tlG6B8eiXoY/s320/17122009019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416576364838663330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after it cools down, they will be lined in the jar. Apparently current market price is RM18 for one plastic jar like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuLf3Pg5SI/AAAAAAAAALo/z0UsmwHert4/s1600-h/17122009020.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuLf3Pg5SI/AAAAAAAAALo/z0UsmwHert4/s320/17122009020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416576356364379426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wuhoo! End result. Total of 13 jars of kuih kapit with 1kg of rice flour, 40 eggs, sugar and five coconuts' milk. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3125368114662140458?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3125368114662140458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-kuihkapit-this-time-d.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3125368114662140458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3125368114662140458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-kuihkapit-this-time-d.html' title='Of Kuih..Kapit This Time :D'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SyuPimJqKgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gh0q_hZvLqE/s72-c/17122009018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8963043343185957529</id><published>2009-12-15T10:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:20:21.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kuih..</title><content type='html'>Hu hu hu...I'm gone for so long! You must be curious what I have been doing all these while, right? Haha. Before my cousin went to Singapore, it was badminton and tennis everyday with him. After that, Fiona's turn to disturb me. Hang out, work out, and not to forget, we made kuih! :D Here are some photos to make you salivate. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pineapple Tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb74OWYYVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Kg3Mjl8n2WA/s1600-h/IMG_0259.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb74OWYYVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Kg3Mjl8n2WA/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292545302815058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The jam, which took about two hours of stirring on the stove. I used to use canned-crushed pineapples, this is my first time using fresh pineapples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb74Qvrm2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/owi3Nfq1Qcw/s1600-h/IMG_0269.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb74Qvrm2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/owi3Nfq1Qcw/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292545945803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pastry. This is the way people do it when they make tarts to sell. I have an insider teaching me this time. :P Roll out the pastry on a piece of plastic so it won't stick to the chopping board. Use a special rolling pin to make the pattern, then cut out equal shapes using a plastic knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb75MtsFpI/AAAAAAAAALA/xBTFWVCsDgI/s1600-h/IMG_0284.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb75MtsFpI/AAAAAAAAALA/xBTFWVCsDgI/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292562043573906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wuhoo..The tarts when they're done. Apparently they taste better than those sold outside! Oh ya, the insider taught me to add a special ingredient to the pastry -- milk powder! I was surprised too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb75cs3VRI/AAAAAAAAALI/7ZNSQglw08I/s1600-h/IMG_0291.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb75cs3VRI/AAAAAAAAALI/7ZNSQglw08I/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292566335083794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, this is Fiona's attempt to make Mickey out of raisins and the pastry. I know, it's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, biggest accomplishment here, I've managed to perfect my pastry! It's flawless now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb-5nomNUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oYMTP-nRwGs/s1600-h/IMG_0328.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb-5nomNUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oYMTP-nRwGs/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415295867804857666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me using brute force trying to stir-fry, then crush the green bean paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb-6KlVRgI/AAAAAAAAALY/IsgS3zVdors/s1600-h/IMG_0335.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb-6KlVRgI/AAAAAAAAALY/IsgS3zVdors/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415295877186405890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the first Ang Koo out of the mould. It doesn't have color because we didn't put any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb-6m71LhI/AAAAAAAAALg/TM_ya-whDzI/s1600-h/IMG_0341.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb-6m71LhI/AAAAAAAAALg/TM_ya-whDzI/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415295884796964370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang Koo after we steamed it! Ok, I know, it looks yellow. We put in sweet potato, so the color changed. Haha. My accomplishment here is I managed to make the skin to stay soft until the very next day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuih Kapit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I didn't take any pictures. But kuih kapit was fun. Anyways, we plan to do it again, hopefully I can take some pictures this time. :)&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/5930163527148751619-8963043343185957529?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8963043343185957529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-kuih.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8963043343185957529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8963043343185957529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-kuih.html' title='Of Kuih..'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Syb74OWYYVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Kg3Mjl8n2WA/s72-c/IMG_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5337915565545807996</id><published>2009-11-20T23:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:39:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hong Kong and the Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Swa1uZhq6MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WR2Tm-3LJ0g/s1600/IMG_2214.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Swa1uZhq6MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WR2Tm-3LJ0g/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406208211435579586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the VERY famous Buddha statue on Lantau Island, Hong Kong. Lantau Island is called &lt;span lang="zh-Hant"&gt;大嶼山 in Cantonese. The name is always mentioned in Hong Kong soaps. The aunties always say that they are going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-Hant"&gt;大嶼山 to 拜佛吃斋, now doesn't that sound familiar? &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, the Buddha was placed there to stop the typhoons from attacking Hong Kong. Note His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Swazyvh9a7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fHVd5pAzXV0/s1600/IMG_2199.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/Swazyvh9a7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fHVd5pAzXV0/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206087038593970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And tadaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of my hair at last. It doesn't usually look like this actually, I usually have it waxed. The wind kinda messed it up because I didn't have hair spray on. But still, this is how I look like with short hair now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And note the tiny Buddha statue in the background. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because it takes a hundred years to load a photo with the internet connection in Alor Star, I've only managed two. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5337915565545807996?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5337915565545807996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-hong-kong-and-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5337915565545807996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5337915565545807996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-hong-kong-and-hair.html' title='Of Hong Kong and the Hair'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/Swa1uZhq6MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WR2Tm-3LJ0g/s72-c/IMG_2214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-9171005438901556826</id><published>2009-11-17T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:29:44.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Shutting Up</title><content type='html'>Argh! I'm so frustrated. Why doesn't anyone listen to what I say? Or maybe I'm too strong in wanting others to follow my way. All I can do is shrug. And also, I've learned that there's no use in arguing, or even to reason. Most of the time, the best way is to just shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-9171005438901556826?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/9171005438901556826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-shutting-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/9171005438901556826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/9171005438901556826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-shutting-up.html' title='The Art of Shutting Up'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5975709931100624576</id><published>2009-11-17T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:36:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie</title><content type='html'>I went to watch 2012 last night. I was supposed to watch the 6.15pm one, but when I arrived there, it's already 6.25, so I decided to buy tickets for the 9.15pm one. There are three halls showing the same movie and the same time, yet all the tickets were sold out! Now that is shocking! This is Alor Star and it was a MONDAY night. 0.0 So me and my friend decided to wait for the reserved tickets to be released. We stood there from 8.15 until 8.45 just to get two tickets. I was getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was good, in fact, it was really good. It made me want to cry throughout the movie. It wasn't the effects that attracted me, nor was it the plot of the movie. It was the fact that our Earth is going to undergo drastic changes, changes that will cause a massive wipeout of the human population. I'm not going to write too much about the movie, in case some of you still haven't watch it. All I have to say that the movie really serves as a reminder to all the humans on Earth that we're destroying the planet! We're like torching our own house! It's so hard to get people to understand that our planet is getting more and more sick, and Mother Nature is really angry with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I told a friend, we should really cut down on the usage of plastic bags. Unless you're going to reuse them, don't take plastic bags from the grocery stores! If you know you're going to throw them away, why take them? You're creating a piece of rubbish just for five seconds of convenience! OK, so this friend, I told him we should use less plastic bags, he replied "I'm just not that recycle kind of person" So when are we going to take responsibility?! When are people going to realize that just one small change in your daily life, you're doing the Earth a favor! And the most ironic thing is, we live on the Earth, yet we're destroying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the wait for the tickets was really worth it. And I realize that my ability to express myself in writing is deteriorating. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5975709931100624576?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5975709931100624576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5975709931100624576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5975709931100624576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie.html' title='The Movie'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-467446750253095256</id><published>2009-11-12T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:16:08.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh</title><content type='html'>Uh..Sorry for posting then deleting the previous post. It was too obscene, I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I realized too that it actually hurts when somebody hates me. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-467446750253095256?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/467446750253095256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/467446750253095256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/467446750253095256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh.html' title='Uh'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7439314931480298653</id><published>2009-11-08T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:05:46.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary Pantene Commercial</title><content type='html'>People, check out this piece of commercial  in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Anyway, it's super cool. But I think it deserves to be something better than a shampoo commercial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7439314931480298653?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7439314931480298653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/extraordinary-pantene-commercial.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7439314931480298653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7439314931480298653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/11/extraordinary-pantene-commercial.html' title='Extraordinary Pantene Commercial'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1056049164648078053</id><published>2009-10-24T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:05:39.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>当</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;当你有很多事情要做，但却只有很少时间。&lt;br /&gt;当你有很重要的决定要做，但却不知该从何下手。&lt;br /&gt;当你遇到很多逆境，但你任何的处理方式却得不到任何人的肯定。&lt;br /&gt;当你有一箩的朋友，但却得不到他们的支持。&lt;br /&gt;当有很多人在你身边，但你却感到无比的寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;当你有其他朋友也在面对难题，但你却帮不上任何忙。&lt;br /&gt;当你看到好朋友也在痛苦里挣扎，使你觉得你没有任何资格在这里抱怨。&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/5930163527148751619-1056049164648078053?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1056049164648078053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1056049164648078053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1056049164648078053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='当'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1709689599579330410</id><published>2009-10-13T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:40:33.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Time flies, really. Today, I was asked to do a favor by going to Intec Seksyen 17 to collect transcripts. Driving along that familiar exit from Kesas Highway really brings back a lot of memories. When I reach Intec, a HUMONGOUS white building that says "Perpustakaan" greeted me. I remembered we used to go to that tiny, run-down library, where the floors are made from wood planks that creaks when you walk on it. I used to go there for a nap during lunch time. And the most memorable one was when we filmed our ghost movie there. It has been three years since I last saw Intec. Intec students now are so lucky, with that huge library to use. I suppose the air conditioner works better than the old one. So in order not to let the Mak Guard tahan me, I wore a jacket. IT WAS REALLY HOT. I wonder how we tahan-ed for a year like that last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to drive around Seksyen 18, where the unforgettable Akasia dorms stand. That place really changed in 3 years. Last time it was only Esso petrol station right? Now they have three petrol stations in total. Behind the station, it's a really really huge Mydin supermarket. Next to the petrol station, is a newly erected mall called Ole-Ole Seksyen 18. -_-" Anyway, the mall has a bowling alley, Secret Recipe, and other decent shops. But don't worry, our favorite Giant still stands. :D See, Intec students now are really lucky. Last time, we had to borrow a car, drive to this unknown place in downtown Shah Alam for a piece of Secret Recipe cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, to feed on to my nostalgic afternoon, I decided to have lunch at our even more favorite restaurant, Sri Keningau. I sat down and ordered Nasi Pattaya. Too bad they don't serve it for lunch, so I walked out again. :P Anyway, we used to love eating at this place, and not to forget the burger stall in front of it. Ayam Special Cheese. :D Walking past the 7-Eleven, I remembered last time we were sweating too much because of the jacket, so we always went to 'tumpang' 7-Eleven's air conditioner! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered on the first two days of arriving at Intec, I told Pui Yeen that I will burn all my long sleeves and baju kurung in front of the guard house on the day I leave Akasia. But now, I have to admit that I do miss our Intec days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1709689599579330410?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1709689599579330410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1709689599579330410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1709689599579330410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-6208873380679781695</id><published>2009-09-29T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:26:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to those who gave me advice, which I ignored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those who opposed to my way of thinking, which I obviously ignored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those who said I was stupid, which I again ignored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those who looked up upon me, but I left them disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those who put hopes on me, but I didn't perform as I should.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to spend so much money, which I didn't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to be so naive and rash, which I didn't realize before this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to have created this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, because I just resigned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6208873380679781695?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6208873380679781695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6208873380679781695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6208873380679781695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-2164122283978209030</id><published>2009-09-22T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:35:40.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salted Peanuts</title><content type='html'>Sitting on the quite uncomfortable seat of a MAS flight from Alor Star to Kuala Lumpur, I was munching away with two packets of salted peanuts in my hand. The salted peanuts made me think of my father. He used to work in KL, coming back only once every weekend. Everytime he takes the MAS plane, which is the only airline operating in Malaysia at that time, he would bring back at least a packet of peanuts for each of us kids. Although it wasn't any big of a deal, it was one of the memories I shared with my father during the days I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a strong character, who never complained about the hardship he went through. He worked in KL since I was a year old and continued until I was in secondary school. After that, he went on to India, and also to Qatar, to supervise some jobs. Never I hear him complain about being lonely. That was the sacrifice my father made, to ensure that we have enough food to eat and clothes to put on. He went through the sweat and blood, the loneliness of living abroad, the sacrifice of not being able to spend so much time with his wife, kids and family. He was the hero of the family. Now that my father has accomplished so much, and brought much luxuries to my life, I ask myself, what sacrifice did I make? And what sacrifice do I plan to make? What exactly is the purpose of living this very life? What should I do so my father didn't work his butt off for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sheltered from the wind and the rain all throughout my 22 years of life. I reckon that I'm the one who can withstand the most physical pain among us siblings, but what about emotional pain? I've been producing a lot of whining and complaints recently, and also signs of not being able to let go. I'm not handling problems like I should. I'm not as matured as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from the Duke University website:"Graduate work takes time and patience, a fierce commitment, and the willingness to make many personal sacrifices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to acheive my dreams? How much do I have to sacrifice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-2164122283978209030?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/2164122283978209030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/09/salted-peanuts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2164122283978209030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2164122283978209030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/09/salted-peanuts.html' title='Salted Peanuts'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-6127271186498374010</id><published>2009-09-15T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:17:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still alive. A lot happened during the past month, but I just didn't have the mood to write anything here. Up until today, I'm officially employed by UMBI for a month and 2 days. I like my colleagues a lot. Friendly, and they can joke and laugh like I do. :P Haha. The people are nice. But I wouldn't want to comment on the working environment. Hehe. Oh ya, they are so obssessed with Facebook here, which kinda annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss badminton and volleyball dearly. :( Pity can't find any kaki here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to admit it, I miss Ann Arbor. Or maybe the people and the life there. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to my best friend, I understand how it hurts to have loved and lost. Stay strong. I know you will take it like a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6127271186498374010?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6127271186498374010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6127271186498374010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6127271186498374010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-6548040631932363521</id><published>2009-08-07T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:24:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home, but Leaving Soon Again</title><content type='html'>Went for a ten day trip to Taiwan. Spent a total of USD 400 including air tickets! :) But then, got bed bug bites again, as a result of staying in a cheap hostel in Taipei city. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within less than a week after the trip, I'm leaving to Cheras, KL already. Got a job offer at Hospital UKM as a research assistant. Part of the job offer, comes with a opportunity to study Masters after three months working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you will be asking, why UKM? Why not Singapore? Well, Singapore hasn't replied or anything yet. I like the project UKM offered. I feel like staying in Malaysia. So I accepted it. People may start to condemn my stupid decision. I personally think there's no right or wrong choice, it's a matter of how you see things. And remember, if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger. I bet it will offer me a different experience compared to studying overseas. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, in Malaysia for another 2 years, at least. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6548040631932363521?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6548040631932363521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-home-but-leaving-soon-again.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6548040631932363521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6548040631932363521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-home-but-leaving-soon-again.html' title='Back Home, but Leaving Soon Again'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1439085547562362024</id><published>2009-07-20T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:23:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't know what to put for the title anymore. So, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening to me right now, just badminton and driving around everyday. I've made two friends at badminton. One is a 13 year old girl. There is only 1 girl out of 10 boys there, so she's really happy to see me, cos she has nobody to talk to. Next is a 28 year old girl. She's a State player for Special Sports, because she's deaf and mute. She's a teacher at a special school. I like her, she's nice. And she's really good at badminton too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about badminton, my brother's friend's dad went to play badminton last week. He had a cardiac arrest and died on the spot. 0.0 Well, if it was up to me, I would choose to die like that too, at least I get to die doing something I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday morning, I'm going for a job interview! It's at Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia's Molecular Biology Institute, which is called UMBI for short. Sounds so Duh. Anyways, I applied for research assistant, doing something that I quite like. :) It's the only job I applied to in Malaysia, and the other 10 jobs I applied for in Singapore have no replies. :-/ Maybe I should continue studying..Dunno..We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to Penang twice, on two separate trips. I ate too much everytime. :( There goes my abs. :P The char kuey tiao is so oily that you can see oil dripping when you pick them up with chopsticks. Ok, kidding. So after the second eating spree, I came back home with food poisoning. Vomit and diarrhea for two days. I did nothing but sleeping and running to the toilet. Uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1439085547562362024?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1439085547562362024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1439085547562362024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1439085547562362024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-602391309493729818</id><published>2009-07-06T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:23:49.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4N3_wxPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MgVIc0zBuAo/s1600-h/IMG_2071.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4N3_wxPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MgVIc0zBuAo/s320/IMG_2071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334349173605618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best friend these days. They are the new badminton shoes I was talking about in the previous post. The left one is starting to get worn out because of my weird habit of dragging my left foot when I play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4NC5bMaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IsABT7dAie4/s1600-h/IMG_2065.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4NC5bMaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IsABT7dAie4/s320/IMG_2065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334334919946658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing the latest member of my patung collection. I spent an hour thinking of a name for her, which made me feel like I just did something Wan Ying would do. :P Anyway, some intro. She's a hand-made doll given to me by my best friend, I think it's supposed to be my 22nd birthday present. So, she has two faces. This one is the sexy face, note the cleavage. Her name is 莎莎(Shasha).&lt;br /&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4NevoJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BamSNvUa_is/s1600-h/IMG_2068.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4NevoJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BamSNvUa_is/s320/IMG_2068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334342395045698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the other face, a more kampung and 乖 face. Her name is 安安 (AnAn). She's with yellow baby Pooh, if you still remember him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4Mt7KzoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YD44Gq14iqw/s1600-h/IMG_2063.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4Mt7KzoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YD44Gq14iqw/s320/IMG_2063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334329290116738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the most important picture. My new hair with my ever so pretty face. MUAHAHA. Actually my hair's not so new anymore. It has been about three weeks since I got the haircut.&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/5930163527148751619-602391309493729818?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/602391309493729818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/602391309493729818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/602391309493729818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SlH4N3_wxPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MgVIc0zBuAo/s72-c/IMG_2071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4001423183754362659</id><published>2009-06-23T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:46:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to take pictures of my new hairstyle, and also stuff that I've recently bought, but well, I'm too lazy. I've even borrowed a camera from my sister, and also planned on what pictures to take. I guess the weather has just make me even lazier and sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to the optometrist. She said my short-sightedness did not increase in power, it's the first time in 14 years I think. What's more, my left eye has gone down 25 degrees in power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to the dentist. I had my wisdom tooth surgically removed. Had three stitches. Nobody told me before that it's so painful! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had my first tennis lesson last Thursday. The coach said I'm not bad, just that I keep twisting my wrist like what I do in badminton. That really annoyed him. Looking forward to my second lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Paid RM180 for a one month badminton training session. It's 2 hours per day, everyday of the week except Tuesday. The coach is supposed to correct my mistakes and teach me correct footwork. The warm-ups are super duper hard, I'm surprised my asthma did not attack. But then, the price is good and I've nothing much to do at home. I can't complain more. :) Bought a pair of badminton shoes for RM 120, super comfortable, happy with the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Re-read all of the Harry Potter books. About to finish the 7th book. Loving Harry Potter even more. By the way, in case you never knew, I had an ambition to marry Harry Potter when I was 13. Note that I don't mean the actor Daniel Radcliffe, just Harry Potter, the fictional character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At last submitted my application to NTU. I applied for a job at UKM as assistant researcher. I reported to JPA too. So now my job is to wait. I might go look at websites of Singaporean companies, I might get a little lucky, who knows. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Still doing translation stuff for Tzu Chi, since I have extra free time. I used to download video episodes to watch before translating, but I can't anymore, since the internet connection here is 10 times slower than that in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before I started badminton, it was at least an hour's exercise everyday for me. I must make my slim down dream come true, which I had since 8 years ago. :P Half an hour on the treadmill, and an hour on Wii Fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4001423183754362659?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4001423183754362659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4001423183754362659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4001423183754362659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5177694972872049406</id><published>2009-06-07T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:05:39.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>2nd June&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a very cold morning in the living room on the squeaky futon. Started packing. It was basically taking out everything from the bags and putting them back again, minus the heavy stuff which I've dumped into Huey Shann's bag. Lunch was bak zhang from the previous day. I had 'students', ie. Siew Gee, Jason, Wei Ping and Billy, learning how to wrap bak zhang from me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was Madras Masala. I never realize how expensive it was until I footed the bill for my 'students' plus Pei Ying. Next was La Dolce Vita for dessert. I ordered key lime parfait, which was the biggest mistake in my life. Well, second big mistake, if you know what my biggest mistake was. :P The key lime parfait was WAY TOO SOUR that it was torturing. Sigh. Didn't do anything special on my last night at Ann Arbor, apart from the fact that I turned into a cat and was killed by curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd June&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a very cold morning in the living room on the squeaky futon, again, for the last time. Last shower in Ann Arbor. Last laundry. Packed up everything. Last bank and post office visit. Then went to No Thai! for lunch. First and last time I finished a plate of Pad Thai Curry Noodles all by myself. Got myself a driver to drive me to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I actually felt sad to leave Ann Arbor. I was trying to memorize everything I saw that day. Bubble Island where we used to hang out for a million times. Pinball Pete's where we always played pool and DDR. Starbucks which I bought green tea frap during my cram-for-exams periods. UGLi, a noisy and dirty library which I've grown to like. University Towers, a very run down apartment building which I've lived in for a year. The Biomedical Science building, which is made entirely out of glass. It was a pity I never got to work there. :( I was afraid that I might forget how Ann Arbor looked like. College years was the best time of my life, well, minus some undesirable incidents. Good memories created, good friends made, good life experiences gained. I am missing Ann Arbor this very second. It is so very ironic, that it was my own decision to leave Ann Arbor early, and then missing it when I left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 5 hours at LAX. It was not nice. I reached LAX at 7pm Ann Arbor time, which is already 10pm LA time. I had my dinner that time, which was a vegetarian burrito that was pai chiak until I suddenly missed panchero's. The flight departed from LAX at 1.40am LA time, which was already 4.40am Ann Arbor time!!! That was the time that I felt really jet-lagged. I didn't sleep until I went onto the plane, which was about 5am AA time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th June&lt;br /&gt;Reached Taipei airport. Brought back memories of when I first went to USA to study three years ago. We took a MAS flight, transitted in Taipei as well. The memories were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th June&lt;br /&gt;I looked out of the window. Palm oil trees. Landed in KLIA at 12pm. Filled out a form saying that I embarked the plane from a WHO declared H1N1 infected area, the USA. Surprisingly, nobody did any checks on me in the airport. No temperature check, no quarantine, no nothing. Boarded a 1.55pm flight from KLIA to Alor Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out of the window. Paddy fields this time. I am back on home soil! It was a freaking 34 degrees celcius. I came back from a place with -20 celcius winters, a 50 degree difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some unpacking. Slept at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th June&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am. Went for a haircut. It's real short now. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this marks the new phase of my life. I am officially a university graduate now. I am nervous about what lies ahead of me. I am not sure which path to take, and what each path offers to me. I hope this long break from studying will actually let me think over things. Goodbye Ann Arbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5177694972872049406?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5177694972872049406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-day-has-come.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5177694972872049406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5177694972872049406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-day-has-come.html' title='A New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-9205257565723383803</id><published>2009-05-27T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:49:59.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Being Alone</title><content type='html'>I have become incredibly sensitive, I realized. Small changes that interrupt my everyday routine trigger enormous emotional fluctuations. Those who are close to me, physical and non-physical, will realize this. I have begun to do things that I don't see the point of doing them. I've said things just to purposely hurt people's feelings. I start to dislike things that I've enjoyed doing previously, for example watching drama series. I've stop talking. I am starting to become another person already. I am not myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I feel so ironic. As much as I enjoy being alone, I want to talk to another person. When I'm around a bunch of friends, I long for the times when I'm alone. And when I'm alone, I start to crave talking to another person. It's like I want to leave Ann Arbor, yet at the same time, I still want to stay. When I see the sun is out, I so want to go outside to soak up the sun. But when I'm out there, the heat makes me feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my emotional imbalance started because I have too much free time. Hopefully it'll cease after I leave Ann Arbor, a place which I've grown to like and dislike at the same time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-9205257565723383803?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/9205257565723383803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/05/irony-of-being-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/9205257565723383803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/9205257565723383803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/05/irony-of-being-alone.html' title='The Irony of Being Alone'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3586559293488329339</id><published>2009-04-23T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:38:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too, Will Pass</title><content type='html'>In the midst of preparing for my final exam, I suddenly thought of something to write. I still don't know whether I will end up publishing this though, cos I just realized I have five drafted posts which I never got to publish it. By the way, this Monday, I will be having my final final exam! My last ever exam I take as an undergraduate! I'm taking Cell Biology's final exam, a class that I've come to like, but I still don't think that I'm able to handle its difficulty level. I am predicting/hoping for a C+ at least for this class. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I as my title says, I want to talk about "This too, will pass". This phrase was taken from a story Ajahn Brahm told in his book, "Opening the Door of Your Heart". He's a famous Buddhist monk from England, currently residing in Perth, Australia. He graduated from Cambridge with a degree in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever you are angry with a person, just tell yourself, this too will pass. Think of good memories you had with this person, and think of all the good things this person has done for you. Forget about the negative stuff, take a deep breath, and slowly, the anger will go away. And if you can't think of any good things you shared with this person, then this person is not even worth your time to be angry with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase can actually be applied to happy situations also. It reminds you that even you are very happy, having incredible moments of your lives, this too, will pass. Nothing is permanent in this world. Things come and go, and so do human lives. So be reminded that not to be so caught up with things, and let go when you are supposed to. Being happy or sad is actually in our own hands, it is controlled by our own perspectives of seeing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too, will pass, can actually be applied to our studies as well. When we are too stressed with exams, tell yourself, "this too, will pass". Go get yourself a bubble tea, take a deep breath, take a shower, then only continue studying. I am proud to say that I am not so stressed out with my studies anymore. Yay! I mean compared to my first two years of college. Or maybe I'm getting lazier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be good with controlling temper, for the time period between when I was 10 up to when I was 20 I think. Recently, my temper flares easily. I need to remind myself how I ugly I look when I lose my temper. Actually, all the above applies to me as well. :P So this post serves not only as a reminder to readers, but also to myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3586559293488329339?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3586559293488329339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-too-will-pass.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3586559293488329339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3586559293488329339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-too-will-pass.html' title='This Too, Will Pass'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7623191806897064177</id><published>2009-03-24T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:39:06.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alarm Clocks</title><content type='html'>Recently, I do not wake up to my alarm clock anymore. I shut off the alarm without me knowing it. I sleep more these days, which is 8 hours, and still feel tired during the evenings. I'm supposed to wake up at 6am to study, but when I open my eyes, it's already 8.30! I used to do 12am-6.30am sleeps during Fall semester, what happened? :( I wonder what is wrong with myself. Cell Biology exam 3 in another 45 hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7623191806897064177?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7623191806897064177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/alarm-clocks.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7623191806897064177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7623191806897064177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/alarm-clocks.html' title='Alarm Clocks'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4563264788377174838</id><published>2009-03-19T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:10:09.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Committing Suicide...</title><content type='html'>How would you feel if someone committed/attempted suicide because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has been troubling me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess heart-breaks are not that easy to be healed eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4563264788377174838?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4563264788377174838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-committing-suicide.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4563264788377174838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4563264788377174838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-committing-suicide.html' title='Of Committing Suicide...'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-908129628588149679</id><published>2009-03-19T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:15:45.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Car Accidents..</title><content type='html'>Nini, remember we said we wanted two people dead in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning after you called, I saw a dead squirrel died in a pool of blood in the middle of the road. It was squashed, smothered, renyuk, kemik,FLAT. *puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to officially take back our curses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-908129628588149679?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/908129628588149679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-car-accidents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/908129628588149679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/908129628588149679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-car-accidents.html' title='Of Car Accidents..'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8941592555455884606</id><published>2009-03-17T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:27:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know..</title><content type='html'>I have recently thought of closing down this blog. One of the reasons being I don't have time to update, and whenever I feel like writing a post, it will be too personal. Also, I DO NOT HAVE ANY COMMENTS! No comments means nobody is reading, nobody is reading means I don't need to write anymore. Writing a diary serves the same purpose if nobody is reading. But then, I feel that there are some friends who don't stay close to me need updates about my life, for example, friends who live in Australia. :P Don't know, I'll just keep this blog, but yes, there will be less posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently feel like a clown. Everybody sees me as an entertainer, a person who is so amusing. I am seen as a person who tells A LOT of dirty jokes, a person who is happy-go-lucky. But will anybody understand what pain I go through inside? How many people are there who truly understands what I want and strive for? How many people understand why I make such decisions? How many people understand why the hell I want to graduate early, when I can stay back and take fun classes while enjoying JPA's allowance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am recently watching a Taiwanese series, called Bai4 Quan3 Nv3 Wang2, it's lame, but it's kinda funny. I could use a good laugh these days. Taiwanese series always leaves people with the feeling that how wonderful falling in love can be, and that how perfect can a love life can turn out to be. What rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still..Sigh..Don't know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-8941592555455884606?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8941592555455884606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8941592555455884606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8941592555455884606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know.html' title='Don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7483657286866322504</id><published>2009-01-19T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:29:29.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感恩</title><content type='html'>感恩曾经让我失望的人，让我学习如何站起来。&lt;br /&gt;感恩曾经让我生气的人，让我学习宽宏大量。&lt;br /&gt;感恩曾经利用我的人，让我懂得我还有替别人做事的能力。&lt;br /&gt;感恩曾经讨厌我的人，让我懂得我在他心目中，还扮演着蛮重要的角色。&lt;br /&gt;感恩曾经伤害我的人，让我从中长大了。&lt;br /&gt;感恩所有曾经爱我的人，让我知道什么叫作幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7483657286866322504?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7483657286866322504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7483657286866322504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7483657286866322504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='感恩'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3145642030250748264</id><published>2009-01-11T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:52:43.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed...</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to write something either about my winter trip or some other stuff for the past week, but I failed to. I'm just too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask me why I'm so busy when the semester just started. Well, school work is part of it, but not entirely. Cell Biology and Molecular Genetics of Bacteria are the two classes I'm taking for my last term in University of Michigan. Although only two classes, the readings are a lot. I really hope I can at least get a B for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, GRE is on February 21. But I haven't really studied for it. :( I also dunno how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have stuff from Malaysian Cultural Night, Tzu Ching, Chinese New Year...etc... And the worse thing is, I'm still thinking of cakes and cookies to bake for Chinese New Year!!!!! @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just overwhelmed. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3145642030250748264?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3145642030250748264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/01/overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3145642030250748264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3145642030250748264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/01/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed...'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-2836721812056477663</id><published>2009-01-01T22:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:33:58.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Trip - Day 1&amp;2 - MA</title><content type='html'>I have too many pictures for the trip, and the worst thing is, when I browse through them, I feel like posting all of them here! -_- I was thinking of doing the pictures according to days of my trip, and also the states I was in, so enjoy the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened on the first day. We reached about 9pm and had pizza at Sue Yen's place. She had a Biochemistry exam the next morning, so she had to study and I decided to read Sue Yen's "The Tales of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beedle&lt;/span&gt; the Bard". Though I finished the book in a day, once again, I was impressed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; Rowling's creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shann&lt;/span&gt; roamed around Brandeis University while Sue Yen was having her exam.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXysXSNaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HGhXil57XQk/s1600-h/DSC05998.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXysXSNaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HGhXil57XQk/s320/DSC05998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286337328528373154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the VERY few photos we took at Brandeis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to Boston's Chinatown for lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;!!!! :D :D (and an infinite number of smiley faces). We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lemak&lt;/span&gt;, Char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kuey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tiao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt; Char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cendol&lt;/span&gt;, and not to forget my all time favorite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; Kari. Even the waiter was in disbelief how the three of us could eat so much.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXzOhv7SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L2av_HNQG28/s1600-h/DSC05927.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXzOhv7SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L2av_HNQG28/s320/DSC05927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286337337699069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Kari. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took the train to visit MIT, one of the schools that rejected me. -_- I know, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cukup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isi&lt;/span&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXz4fzz-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/212uMEW2jDo/s1600-h/DSC05947.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXz4fzz-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/212uMEW2jDo/s320/DSC05947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286337348965224418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boston's skyline at the back, and also Charles River, and Sue Yen on the left. I put this photo just to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; myself, because I look like a bald clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzbIViV-_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/rS_nHpuvcVs/s1600-h/DSC05954.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzbIViV-_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/rS_nHpuvcVs/s320/DSC05954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286340998892747762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note the tiny words saying "MASSACHVSETTS INSTITVTE OF TECHNOLOGY". I don't know why they purposely put V instead of U. Maybe it's classy to have spelling errors. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzbLd4L9zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wc2grLtugKY/s1600-h/DSC05963.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzbLd4L9zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wc2grLtugKY/s320/DSC05963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341052671457074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The famous Simmons Hall. It's the residence hall that students usually jump down from to commit suicide. Note that MIT is among the schools in US that has the highest suicidal rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvard, after MIT. It's a free bus ride away.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdwLB7ouI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ww67FzoiPbk/s1600-h/DSC05986.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdwLB7ouI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ww67FzoiPbk/s320/DSC05986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343882290471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The book store. The only place on campus with the word "Harvard" that I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdw3f86yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NkuNT_30cbE/s1600-h/DSC05972.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdw3f86yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NkuNT_30cbE/s320/DSC05972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343894227544866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Huey Shann pretending that she's a student in a Harvard classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdxFsfDpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KM7Hxn_cIOE/s1600-h/DSC05983.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdxFsfDpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KM7Hxn_cIOE/s320/DSC05983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343898038210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harvard's library, which reminds me of Angell Hall at University of Michigan, Ann Arbor. Don't you think so? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdyyAOvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A3mFrq6EN10/s1600-h/DSC05987.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzdyyAOvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A3mFrq6EN10/s320/DSC05987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343927112056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An archway that says "Enter To Grow In Wisdom". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we wasted some money and time at Harvard Square, then we took a train back to Waltham, where Sue Yen's school is. So that was Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I visited MIT and Harvard, I have a feeling that I want to go study there. It's a feeling like I want to buy Adidas and Nike clothes, you know? Like they are so sought after by the whole world. But the only difference is I can buy Adidas and Nike anytime, but I can't buy my way into MIT, this is the part that hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-2836721812056477663?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/2836721812056477663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-trip-day-1-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2836721812056477663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2836721812056477663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-trip-day-1-ma.html' title='Winter Trip - Day 1&amp;2 - MA'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVzXysXSNaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HGhXil57XQk/s72-c/DSC05998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-2147696932080748401</id><published>2008-12-31T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:53:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look for the New Year</title><content type='html'>Don't you think my profile picture looks good? :D Just random. While in the process of waiting for the bug bites to go away (thank you for all the concernS :P), I just realized that 2008 is coming to an end. This year was surprisingly fast, and thus my face in the picture. Haha. Okay, I felt the same way at the end of every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that I changed my blog title and the description for it, because I feel that people should get to know me more and the way I think. I found out that my thinking is in disagreement with a lot of people, thus resulting in my frustration, and to some extent, my tears. I might touch on some controversial issues in the future, but look beyond that, I might be trying to convey a message to you readers. Try to understand why I think in this particular way, and why I need the shower cubicle to be scrubbed at least once every two weeks. I know, the paint on the floor is peeling off due to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be very UNfashionable, sometimes a hygiene freak, but read more about what I write, and you may realize things that you never know about me, though you have known me for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of useless information. Wish you all a great 2009 ahead, and hope that everybody grows up to become a better person everyday. :) Life is short, so enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-2147696932080748401?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/2147696932080748401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-look-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2147696932080748401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/2147696932080748401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-look-for-new-year.html' title='New Look for the New Year'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5895151612417079903</id><published>2008-12-29T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:57:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Preview</title><content type='html'>Whenever somebody sees me in Ann Arbor or on MSN after my New York trip, the  first thing they will ask me is “How was your trip?” And my first reaction will  be “BAD~!” &lt;p&gt;So you, reading my blog, will ask “How bad? OR Why bad?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I’ll let you see how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHAK9lmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/C3UvttL-NW4/s1600-h/DSC06566.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHAK9lmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/C3UvttL-NW4/s320/DSC06566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285024860559218274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHWdxh7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UYz8bKxBq44/s1600-h/DSC06570.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHWdxh7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UYz8bKxBq44/s320/DSC06570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285024866543699890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This only came up a day after I reached Ann Arbor. I panicked. I scratched  myself like a dog with fleas. No clinic was open on Saturday afternoon, so I  rushed to the pharmacy at Kroger. The pharmacist stepped as far away from my as  she could, told me it was scabies, and asked me to shower with lice shampoo,  wash all my clothes and linen with hot water, and buy a spray that kills lice  eggs for the apartment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I came back and checked Wikipedia for Scabies. I totally freaked out. It says  that it’s a parasite that burrows into your skin, and then lay eggs in there.  *vomit* Scabies usually infect homeless people and people with HIV!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I used the lice shampoo and hoping things will improve. Unfortunately, I  couldn’t sleep that night, and woke up to a even worse condition. The spots  spread to my face!!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I couldn’t tolerate the itchiness anymore and who cares about how much they  charge, I went straight to the emergency room at the hospital, and thus, I got  this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHigllxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mk7dtf2y91I/s1600-h/DSC06572.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHigllxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mk7dtf2y91I/s320/DSC06572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285024869776725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank Guan Yin Ma that it’s not scabies, they are just bedbugs, special  bedbugs the doctor told me. *shrugs* She prescribed steroids for me to apply on  the skin and some pills to take. Both stop the itchiness, but won’t make the  spots go away. At least I can sleep tonight, fingers crossed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It all happened just because we wanted a cheap hotel room in New York. We  ended up staying in Carter Hotel right in the middle of Times Square. It was $80  per night for four of us, and we stayed there for 5 nights. I bet the bedbugs  had a helluva good feast. The place was SO dirty, bugs were crawling around, and  there were mice, by the way. Never mind, I’ll assume that I donated blood to  them. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, this is just a sneak preview of the trip, more updates will ensue,  given that I’m not lazy. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5895151612417079903?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5895151612417079903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/sneak-preview.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5895151612417079903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5895151612417079903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/sneak-preview.html' title='Sneak Preview'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SVguHAK9lmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/C3UvttL-NW4/s72-c/DSC06566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-9030265051053668216</id><published>2008-12-17T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:39:58.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Again</title><content type='html'>I will be gone for the week, this time, to Boston - New York - Connecticut - New York - Washington DC!! :D The main purpose of this trip is to meet up with long-time-no-see friends Hui Ean and Sue Yen. And not to forget, my BEST FRIEND, JAY CHOU!!!! Haha. He will be performing in Connecticut this time, so we bought $88 tickets to go catch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fly at 5pm today and will be back around the same time on the 26th of December. I know, by that time, nobody will be in Ann Arbor anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope everyone have a safe and fun trip. See you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-9030265051053668216?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/9030265051053668216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/9030265051053668216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/9030265051053668216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-again.html' title='Leaving Again'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5577356515390816564</id><published>2008-12-16T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:58:56.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十一月的老人院</title><content type='html'>距离上一次去老人院，已经有四个月了。这次恰好很少同学报名参加，所以我就报上名字了。这次只有五位同学去探访老人院，对我来说是有一点少。一踏进老人院门口时，一股药腥味扑鼻而来，让我有一些不自在。没什么出奇的，因为平时我也会有这种感觉。我们帮忙把桌椅排好，然后把钢琴搬到大厅去，因为有一位师姑要弹奏钢琴。接着，我们就把老菩萨们带到大厅去。这些，跟往常没有什么分别，都是会做的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   从他们的活动间，我慢慢地推着一位老奶奶的轮椅，带她到大厅去。从活动间到大厅的那段路，会经过他们老年人的寝室。而那些寝室像医院里面的病房，即狭小有简陋。简陋并不代表不美观，而是卧室里只有两张床，就没有其他东西了。我看了鼻子一酸，这些老菩萨们已经被孩子们遗弃在这个地方，身体又有病痛，卧室里又那么的简陋，真是令人心疼。每个老菩萨的卧室门外一定会挂着一个相片框，里头呢就会有些着老菩萨们的个人资料，而且还会附上他们年轻时候的照片。我一边走着，一边在观察这些照片。我发现，这些老菩萨们，今时今日虽然坐在轮椅上，有些神志不清，有些动弹不得，但是以往他们也是像我一样年轻活泼。照片里头，有些身穿兵装，有些穿着红彤彤的裙子，有些则穿着笔直的西装，潇洒地向镜头微笑。突然间我心里想，我会不会也有这么老的一天呢？此刻，我更加深入地了解上人所说的“无常比明天更先到”。我们今天可能是个健康的年轻人，但是，没有人可以预料到明天会发生什么事。也许，明天我们会发生意外？也许，明天我们会换上绝症？所以，要珍惜每一天，时时刻刻要生活在知足、感恩里。还有，趁我们有能力的时候，尽量去帮助有所需要的人们，希望人人都可以远离病苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   当我们表演结束时，我们再度的把老菩萨们送到活动间，或是他们的寝室里头。我牵着另外一位老奶奶到她房间里，我转身要离去时，她问我：“我好无聊，你可不可以建议一些活动给我做？”我望了望她的寝室，本来要叫她看电视节目或是什么的，但我发现她寝室里除了床铺，什么都没有。我就随便说：“不然你睡个午觉吧！”她摇了摇头，很悲伤地对我说：“你不觉得很不公平吗？我不知道这个是什么地方，也不认识任何人，不知道是谁把我送到这里来住。”我愣住了。我第一个反应就是把她抱在怀里。虽然我觉得这位老奶奶有一点老人痴呆，但是她这句话深深地打动了我的心坎。我很用力地把眼泪忍住了抱着她，我说：“我真的需要走了，你一定要好好照顾自己，我下个月会再来。”我边走边回头望着她，她的眼睛里头的悲伤，让我的心不停地在流泪。这份感动，让我深深的体验到行孝的必须之处。我发了愿，我不会让我的母亲有这样的一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   以往到老人院，我们都是嘻嘻哈哈地表演了，就草率的过了一个星期六下午。这份感动，是我从未体验过的。当初刚加入慈青时，也只不过一直在参加活动而已，根本没有真正去了解它的意义何在。近来几个月，我发现当我很用心的去做一件事时，我可以从中领悟到一些东西，从中获得那份感动，来让我有再次付出的力量。所以，我想告诉我的慈青伙伴们，加入慈青，一定会有挫折或是一些让你想退出、想懈怠的理由，但是只要你给自己一点时间，多用心地去做每一件事，无论是慈青活动，或是日常生活里，你会从中得到那一份想要付出的推动力。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5577356515390816564?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5577356515390816564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5577356515390816564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5577356515390816564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='十一月的老人院'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4811885861028102873</id><published>2008-12-14T14:18:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:40:13.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto + Niagara Falls</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, the Toronto + Niagara Falls trip. Sorry for the long wait. :) You will be entertained by photos instead of words, a rare phenomenon in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night&lt;br /&gt;Reached Toronto quite late in the evening. Our car nearly ran out of gas, which created much panic in the car when we fumbled with the GPS looking for a petrol station. We checked in at the Super 8 Motel right in the heart of Chinatown, located upstairs of a dingy looking Chinese mall. Went to have dinner at a place named Laksa. It was just right next to our motel, and I bet you would be as excited as we were, just because of the name. It was a mistake actually, the food weren't nice, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning&lt;br /&gt;Dim sum at a restaurant called Bright Pearl. Everything was just so-so, but the 皮蛋粥 was worth trying.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSpN29kL7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FHIJ8razHFQ/s1600-h/DSC05409.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSpN29kL7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FHIJ8razHFQ/s320/DSC05409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279530718742196146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The legendary 皮蛋粥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was CN Tower, the tallest landmark in Toronto, or Canada I think. Nothing special, apart from the famous glass floor section.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSqD2A3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/k-vFSbTDr_k/s1600-h/DSC05439.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSqD2A3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/k-vFSbTDr_k/s320/DSC05439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279531646200529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A section of glass where you can step on it and look down to 1815 feet below you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, I look dumb, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mei Chen and Wei Chieh went to the Hockey Hall of Fame. Me, Shann and He Wei opted to just take pictures, and adjourned to the nearby Eaton Center Shopping Center. It was big, but One Utama still is a giant comparatively. We went for a late lunch at Gold Stone Restaurant, or should I call it coffee shop. It resembles those 茶餐厅 in Hong Kong, where you'll have a huge roasted pig, and chunks of roasted pork dangling in front of the shop. He Wei had a scare of his life, when his 烧肉饭 turned out to be a really huge portion, with A LOT of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 烧肉 on it. You can practically see the fat oozing out from the pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSr6X5zDEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X7MOocwhD0E/s1600-h/DSC05397.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSr6X5zDEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X7MOocwhD0E/s320/DSC05397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279533682522262594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gold Stone Coffee Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all agreed to drive 45 minutes away to another town called Markham, which has North America's largest Asian Mall, THE Pacific Mall. It turned out to be a big building with shops selling fake DVD's, fake clothing and lots and lots of bubble tea. It looks like those in Shenzen, if any of you have ever been there. We were indeed disappointed. PLUS, we were in the car for about two hours because of traffic jam. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSs85bgRDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aMj9OcCknqM/s1600-h/DSC05500.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSs85bgRDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aMj9OcCknqM/s320/DSC05500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279534825393374258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The famous 168 Tea Shop scattered throughout Toronto. Their Mango Slush was fantastic by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we went to take photos of Harbourfront, Royal Ontario Museum and also Casa Loma, before heading off to Niagara Falls. He Wei has started to show signs of having a cold by that time.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSuD3wFMTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JuKb-DmvpFo/s1600-h/DSC05557.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSuD3wFMTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JuKb-DmvpFo/s320/DSC05557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279536044713521458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The museum that I didn't get a chance to visit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the hotel, which was called Diplomat Motel (cheesy name), we proceeded to hunt for a place to have dinner. We were driving around, then I suddenly yelled "Look, there's the Falls". Everybody was like "Wah...." :) We went into TGI Friday's, sat down, looked at the menu, then stood up to apologize to the waiter coming to take the order, then proceeded to drive to the nearest KFC in town. Everybody thought TGI was too expensive. *shrugs* Well, at least I found out that the vegetarian burger at Canada's KFC was pretty good. :) We then watched fireworks by the Falls, it was pretty. They had colorful lights shining on the falls at night, so they can change color every half a minute or so. We went to pay the casino a visit that night. Wei Chieh was thrilled when he saw the sign that says "No admittance to individuals aged 19 or below".&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSxGHxRu8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zr1-kIy5Rwk/s1600-h/DSC05668.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSxGHxRu8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zr1-kIy5Rwk/s320/DSC05668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279539381908126658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Group photo. And that's Auntie Anne's pretzel in my hand, cinnamon sugar. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;It was a packed day for us. It started with a HEAVY breakfast at a place with all-you-can-eat. We went to see the Falls in the morning, then to the Skylon tower, then the Skywheel (a Ferris Wheel that goes for four whole cycles -_-"), then the butterfly conservatory, then the Niagara's Fury, then the Journey Behind the Falls. Sorry, too many "then's". It was absolutely fun. The Falls is simply...breathtaking, is the word I would use. I would advise you to go. IT IS A MUST. :)&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSyvCoFvII/AAAAAAAAAFI/tfGNPPCghBs/s1600-h/DSC05688.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSyvCoFvII/AAAAAAAAAFI/tfGNPPCghBs/s320/DSC05688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279541184413678722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Rainbow Falls and the Bridal Veil Falls from Skylon Tower. (Doubt if I got the names right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSyt5V_gTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lO0h0rDZkpY/s1600-h/DSC05687.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSyt5V_gTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lO0h0rDZkpY/s320/DSC05687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279541164741984562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Canadian Horseshoe Fall, also from Skylon Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSzkV5a2CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GV8QNvalXeQ/s1600-h/DSC05725.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSzkV5a2CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GV8QNvalXeQ/s320/DSC05725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279542100119705634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Horseshoe Falls, up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSzj4spFVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u2Td-2H5Q78/s1600-h/DSC05729.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSzj4spFVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u2Td-2H5Q78/s320/DSC05729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279542092281484626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right at the edge where the river falls from the "cliff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSzk70JYXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/prc6klzRfEg/s1600-h/DSC05820.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSzk70JYXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/prc6klzRfEg/s320/DSC05820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279542110298136946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Favorite photo. Horseshoe Falls right behind me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUS0xtDXDJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55dp2Ou1dXs/s1600-h/DSC05815.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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUS0xtDXDJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55dp2Ou1dXs/s320/DSC05815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279543429185342610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In raincoats for Niagara's Fury and Journey Behind the Falls. Wei Chieh is so adorable. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much that morning. We went to a place where they make wine nearby, it has some French name that i forgot. Mei Chen and He Wei bought their famous ice wine as souvenirs, or they are going to drink them? Not sure. We said goodbye to Niagara Falls, and stopped halfway for lunch at a randomly found place. It was called Bamboo, and they serve rather delicious lunch buffet. It was snowing when we drove back. And we got stuck for three hours at the border between Canada and US, because of a traffic jam and an hour at the immigration office. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a really fun trip I should say. I really enjoyed Niagara Falls, though that was my second time there. :) The creation of Mother nature just amazes me. Photos wouldn't tell everything, because you would have to see it, feel it, and hear it for yourself. Trust me, it's worth a visit. :) Did I mention that our whole trip cost us $280 per person, for four nights including fuel? I personally think that was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Toronto%20+%20Niagara%2008/DSC05394.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4811885861028102873?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4811885861028102873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/toronto-niagara-falls.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4811885861028102873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4811885861028102873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/toronto-niagara-falls.html' title='Toronto + Niagara Falls'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SUSpN29kL7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FHIJ8razHFQ/s72-c/DSC05409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-677011963575422557</id><published>2008-12-02T06:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:07:31.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much To Do, Too Little Time</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a five day trip to Toronto and Niagara Falls. So much school work to catch up on. This will be my last week of classes, cos all my exams will end on the 9th. :D Will blog more about the trip and some updates after my exams. Be patient ok? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-677011963575422557?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/677011963575422557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-much-to-do-too-little-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/677011963575422557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/677011963575422557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-much-to-do-too-little-time.html' title='Too Much To Do, Too Little Time'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3938878782113790791</id><published>2008-11-19T04:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:26:01.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>Tues 11/18&lt;br /&gt;- 417 hw due&lt;br /&gt;Wed 11/19&lt;br /&gt;- finish up as much of fly report as possible so I can ask questions at professor's office hours&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 11/20&lt;br /&gt;- 417 hw due&lt;br /&gt;Fri 11/21&lt;br /&gt;- fly 10 pages report due&lt;br /&gt;                - anthro quiz&lt;br /&gt;                - Tzu Ching meeting at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Sat 11/22&lt;br /&gt;- 35 page translation due (chinese-english)&lt;br /&gt;                - UMIMSA meeting at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Mon 11/24&lt;br /&gt;- anthro final 15 page paper due&lt;br /&gt;Tues 11/25&lt;br /&gt;- genetics hw due&lt;br /&gt;                   - 417 hw due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e. I am EXTREMELY busy -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3938878782113790791?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3938878782113790791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3938878782113790791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3938878782113790791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-thanksgiving.html' title='Before Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5799902616081232752</id><published>2008-11-15T05:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:18:33.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>排球</title><content type='html'>最近，我又重新爱上了排球。爱看，也爱打，但可惜是自己打得不好。前两天去看我们大学的女子排球队比赛，太好看了。很兴奋，因为球球都打得很好，好久没有那种感觉了。上个星期参加了排球比赛，对手是东南亚国家的学生们，有来至泰国，印尼，越南，以及新加坡的学生。我们输给越南那场是最可惜的，因为我们已23对25输给了他们。而且，重点是最后两个球败在我手中，是因为我的错，我差一点在球场里流下眼泪。但是，都已经属于过去了，我不会在耿耿于怀，反而我应该努力练习自己的球艺。 ：）要对我的队友们说声谢谢，那些有拨时间来练习的，我会特别感激你们。我觉得这次就错在我们队员之间不够有默契，多希望我有固定的队员，所以每次练球都可以培养默契，但是真的很难。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想起我十岁就开始打排球了，当时连排球都没有看过。我们的体育老师是我们学校的排球教练，所以他从每个班级挑了两位最高的女孩子，训练我们成为校队。我从四年级到六年级时，是全校最高的学生，当时的男孩子都很怕我。哈哈。十二岁时，我就有现在165公分的高度了，但是从此就没有再长高了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个礼拜五我们都会练球，球场是户外的，所以我当时皮肤很黝黑，完全像一个男孩子。哈哈。我曾经去比赛时，对方的球员来问我到底是男还是女，尴尬！以前的教练非常的严格，还记得每次练习开球时，没有过网就是做push up五下。每次比赛时，他都会在场外乱叫，乱骂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一次，我们比赛时打赢了，他还是照样骂我们。骂完后，他转身就走。我们就扮鬼脸，有些还比了中指给他。教练突然间回头，他说 “我的头后面其实有长眼睛的，你们不知道吗？” 就这样继续被骂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打球的那些日子，是我非常怀念的。我们球员之间都很好，常常都会在一起。但奇怪的是，我小学的好朋友，都不是我的队员们，哈哈。唯一不好的是我小学打了三年的球，骂粗口也骂了三年。想起时，还有一点不好意思。幸亏都改掉了。:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了中学,背后一直都很痛,所以就没有再打了. 排球让我学习了团队精神, 因为不合作那球根本打不好, 还有就是纪律. 我曾经在家里每一天原地dig一百下的球. 这里有一点像在写作文, 题目是 打排球的好处, 哈哈. 没有啦,这些都是真的, 打的时候没有觉得到, 但现在长大了回想起时, 真的好像有从中体会到一些什么的.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5799902616081232752?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5799902616081232752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5799902616081232752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5799902616081232752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_14.html' title='排球'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1551169610120436507</id><published>2008-11-09T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:21:45.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>发泄</title><content type='html'>除了用文字，我找不到另外一个更加文明的方式来发泄了。我实在是受不了许许多多在我身边的人的做事方式。我在这里要先申明，我不是要说我是完美的，我只是想把我的看法写出来，发泄我的不满。若有任何一个人认为我是错的，我随时欢迎你留个言，或打电话来反驳我。:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首先，我最不满意就是做东西最后一分钟的人。我最近也是这样，paper十点早上要交上，我五点早上才写，所以我以后会尽量避免。但是，如果那是你的功课，你没交上，损失的是你自己，不会影响其他人。那没关系啊，不会害死别人。那如果你是要人家帮你做事，而那件事根本不会让那个人受益。小姐，你是在欠我人情eh. 你是要叫我帮你做吃力不讨好的东西，你怎么可以在星期五晚上八点钟发那张email, 然后星期六早上要准备好那些东西?你有没有觉得你有一点过分?我知道我好欺负,但是你真的过分了.你让我觉得你是个很没用的领导者,星期日开会所说的东西,你星期五才来summarize and recap,会不会有一点太迟？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二，我最不满意不负责任的人。明明第二天有球赛，前一晚的练习你缺席，原因是因为你要去购物。更严重的是，你至少也要打个电话跟我说啊。大家不来练习，根本不会跟我说，还要我打电话去请问你，你觉得这样ok吗？若换你们做队长，换你们做社长，你会喜欢你的属下这样对你吗？做东西要有交待，知道吗？你们没有做过负责人，你们不懂我们的苦衷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三，我很不满意跟贪小便宜的人。我不知道这个算不算贪小便宜，还是只是因为我笨。有很多人拿了政府的奖学金出国念大学，明明签了合约要回去替他们工作，但是毕业后，根本没有心要那么做。说政府工作薪水少，说政府工作很辛苦。但是，你当初拿这个奖学金时，你根本完全了解这个交易，他给你钱念书，你替他工作。但是，毕业后你就一直想要跑，这样的心理对吗？或许你会觉得政府没有工作给你，但是，你有这样的心理是你错在先， 是你要用了人家就逃跑。或许你会认为我们的友族同胞亏待我们的人，但是，你怎样说还是欠人家人情啊。你用人家的钱，就不能讨厌人，若你那么不满政府，你根本不应该接受它给的利益。说到底，人家也是给你一片土地，安全平安的长大，没有战争，没有天灾。你还要什么呢？你看看别人的国家，人家吃泥土长大好不好？这不是你应得的，要记住。世界上，没有任何一件东西，是你应得的，记住。还有，这个世界上没有完全公平的东西的。无论你住上哪一个国家，不会每一个人都有同样的待遇。有饭吃，有家住，你就要谢天谢地了。可能我是很容易满足的人，很笨的小孩。但是，要记得，不知足是一切痛苦的根源。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四，我很不满意不注意卫生的人。为何有人可以穿没有洗的白衣服出门?那个白衣服，已经变米黄色了！！！！！我的天。然后，还可以很明显的看到头皮屑，牙齿上有深黄色的污垢，没有穿袜子，没有绑鞋带，没有洗澡！！！！！！可以有一个人去告诉他吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很长了，暂时这样子吧。我不是要刻意伤害任何人，在此先附上一句对不起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1551169610120436507?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1551169610120436507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_08.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1551169610120436507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1551169610120436507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_08.html' title='发泄'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8493213821452325326</id><published>2008-11-09T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:54:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>久违了</title><content type='html'>对那些有常来我部落格浏览的朋友们，久违了。 :D 我之前还口口声声说会常来法帖子, 我骗的. 哈哈哈. 没有啦, 只是最近真的太忙了,常常会在lab，所以真的没有时间。虽然没有考试，但是很多功课。所以，希望你们不要对我抱那么高的期望啦。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-8493213821452325326?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8493213821452325326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8493213821452325326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8493213821452325326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='久违了'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-730737873510532719</id><published>2008-10-17T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:57:09.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream School</title><content type='html'>I used to dream of getting into Stanford to do my graduate studies. But I gave up this dream due to various reasons about six months ago and decided to go back to Singapore to do grad school. Two hours ago, for an unknown reason, I have the sudden urge to go to this school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Gerstner Sloan-Kettering Graduate School of Biomedical Sciences, which is a sub category of the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amm-dui.... -_-" SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-730737873510532719?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/730737873510532719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/730737873510532719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/730737873510532719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-school.html' title='Dream School'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7037811993028660512</id><published>2008-10-10T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:32:42.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>至我親愛的母親和小姑</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;在異鄉遊子的睡夢中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;看見世上最美的笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;深深的皺紋是愛的痕跡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;溫暖的手心撫摸著受傷的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;在慢慢成長的歲月裡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;總是辜負了你的叮嚀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;而你的寬容像大海一樣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;任由我乘風又破浪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;追逐理想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;夢裡的笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;是我生命中的寄託&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;就像是懷抱大地的河流&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;夢是無限的感恩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;愛是永遠的笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;日復一日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:新細明體;"&gt;寫著天長和地久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7037811993028660512?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7037811993028660512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7037811993028660512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7037811993028660512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='至我親愛的母親和小姑'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8538472992328352587</id><published>2008-09-26T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:02:22.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years Ago, I Would Not Know That...</title><content type='html'>my dreams to study in the States would come true.&lt;br /&gt;I would give up my dream of wanting to study in Stanford.&lt;br /&gt;I would have the guts to take the SAT, not to say even GRE.&lt;br /&gt;I would achieve such outstanding results during my secondary school career.&lt;br /&gt;falling in love hurt me so much.&lt;br /&gt;I would meet so many new friends and new people.&lt;br /&gt;I like to play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;I can actually cook.&lt;br /&gt;he would have left me behind.&lt;br /&gt;he has actually inspired me to become a great scientist.&lt;br /&gt;I would want to do research for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I would actually join Tzu Chi after I come to the States.&lt;br /&gt;living in the States isn't as glamorous as everybody thinks.&lt;br /&gt;I love staying in Malaysia so much.&lt;br /&gt;I would give up my dreams for the sake of my family.&lt;br /&gt;I would cry so much.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping early and waking up early is not as hard as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Tzu Chi really influenced my thoughts so much and my thinking really matured. (Not doing any adverts here, but this is the truth)&lt;br /&gt;there are actually so many people that care so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;I would drift so far away from my secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have such a great family.&lt;br /&gt;I would write a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I would actually regret not spending more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;how life is like without talking on the phone every night.&lt;br /&gt;how is it like to be contented with life.&lt;br /&gt;I would be grateful to all the things I have.&lt;br /&gt;I would be thankful to all the people I have come across in life.&lt;br /&gt;I would stop losing temper uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;I would become the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that I took five years to realize and learn. I regretted a lot. Talking about regret, a person shouldn't regret what he has done, instead, he should regret about what he has not yet done in his life. Have you actually sat down and thought about things you were thinking and wishing of five years ago? Did all of them come true? Do you have any regrets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-8538472992328352587?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8538472992328352587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-years-ago-i-would-not-know-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8538472992328352587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8538472992328352587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-years-ago-i-would-not-know-that.html' title='Five Years Ago, I Would Not Know That...'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7001779804111839698</id><published>2008-09-21T06:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:26:58.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6am Laundry</title><content type='html'>I think people must think that we are freaks, waking up at 6am to do laundry. That's how desperately me and Shann needed to do laundry. Morning would be the only time that we can use 5 out of the 6 machines available I guess. By the way, I slept at 1am the night before, so I have broken my "highly disciplined" routine of sleeping at 12am and waking up at 7am. I never knew that sleeping early and waking up early equals to such high levels of discipline. A friend told me that he was impressed that I can achieve this kind of life. I personally think that to make yourself sleep and wake up early is way easier than studying for any midterms or tests. :D I used to be a really night person for like five years, meaning, I would only allow myself to go sleep after 2am. Because, I used to believe that sleeping that late can allow me to have more time to do work. I found out it was a lie, because 90% of the time, I stayed up either to talk on the phone, or to chat on MSN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my laundry story. We finished laundry at about 8.30, just in time to catch the 8.50 bus to Willow Tree Apartments. Today, Siew Gee was kind enough to lend me her car, so that I could drive to Briarwood and also Meijer. Did shopping and eating, came back to my apartment at about 3 something. Did quite a lot of stuff actually, but all money-wasting ones. Haha. I have yet to start my school work, which includes readings and lab reports. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7001779804111839698?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7001779804111839698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/6am-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7001779804111839698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7001779804111839698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/6am-laundry.html' title='The 6am Laundry'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-6254934619072144421</id><published>2008-09-19T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:05:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>I feel that not many people understand me, maybe there are the rare few, but still MAJORITY don't. They never understand what I do, and the reasons behind my actions. Or maybe I shouldn't blame them, because I never told them these stuff. Or maybe I shouldn't expect too much from other people, as the more I hope for, the more I disappoint myself. A lot of people think I am a happy-go-lucky person, in reality, I'm just the opposite. A lot of people don't dare to tell me secrets, because they think I will announce their secrets to the world. I am exactly opposite of what you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, best friends who understand you to the extent that he/she knows how many wisdom tooth you currently have, are so rare. They are in the verge of extinction. I am not complaining, as I have a nice number of best friends who take care of me, and a nice number of friends who can talk to me whenever I needed them. In all, I am just talking trash in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was 21, I have a very big problem with myself --- I thought I don't have any good traits, as in, none. I thought I was a total failure, I get depressed for no reason, I don't like my life, I study as hard as possible, vainly thinking I can get into Stanford. I think my brain grew up a little now. :D I think I have good traits too. Haha. Good traits which not even my bestest friends could tell me. I won't say it out loud here, but it's up to you to decide what good traits I have. I shouldn't complain so much about life after all. I have A LOT of things that people crave for during their entire lifetime. I have almost everything anybody can ask for, well, minus some "minor complications". But, my point is, I want to tell myself that, I should be grateful for the things I own right now. 21 years is quite a short time to have acquired this level of "success". :D Or maybe I too easily contented.... Maybe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6254934619072144421?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6254934619072144421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/understanding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6254934619072144421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6254934619072144421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8490903220951482653</id><published>2008-09-19T06:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:16:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! :D</title><content type='html'>I know, you are waiting for this post for a very long time. :D My blog took a vacation to the Maldives Islands, apologies. (and I know this is not funny) Ok, back to the point, I will put up updates about me and my life for the past three months. And for the sake of your convenience and my laziness, I will do this in point form. I bet any kind of format will be better than nothing, RIGHT? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just realized that a lot of people read my blog. I sincerely ask those PP8LM (People 8 Like Me) to please post some comments after reading my blog, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I realized I really like to read people's blog. It's very entertaining especially when I'm eating lunch at my study desk and I have nowhere to lay my eyes on. SO, I've made up my mind to update my blog more often so I can entertain other people too. (I sound like a clown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. OK, real updates. We shall start from summer at home. Ok, I will post a few rare photos of my family members and good friends back at home. First stop, Langkawi. Near my hometown, expensive enough, and all my family members except me adore that place.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMPW2t5E2I/AAAAAAAAACg/3GpEeA5a7yo/s1600-h/IMG_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMPW2t5E2I/AAAAAAAAACg/3GpEeA5a7yo/s320/IMG_1315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247554876136297314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eldest sister, younger brother, younger sister and ME.&lt;br /&gt;At THE Loaf, Mahathir's bakery aka the ultimate place to waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMQP_EXFNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0WssCRYj-eU/s1600-h/Langkawi+July+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMQP_EXFNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0WssCRYj-eU/s320/Langkawi+July+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247555857630565586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The kind of complete family photo, minus my younger sister taking that picture.&lt;br /&gt;Too many people to intro, but I can kindly furnish you with the info that the lady on the most left is my mum, and next to her is my youngest aunt, aka Ah Kor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMRPq-PmuI/AAAAAAAAACw/vPmtnVe1tAo/s1600-h/Langkawi+July+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMRPq-PmuI/AAAAAAAAACw/vPmtnVe1tAo/s320/Langkawi+July+2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247556951747828450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cash-eating resort, THE Berjaya Resort of Langkawi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Individual chalets on stilts. They are designed in such a way so that you WILL flush money down the sea, and so they can collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that place. We shall move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to Putra Medical Center (the most famous hospital in Alor Star) to work with Fiona's dad (a cardiologist) for about four days. Then went to Lam Wah Ee Hospital in Penang (four times the size of PMC) to work with my cousin's friend, a consultant neurologist for four days too. Conclusion: I changed my mind. I won't go medical school anymore. I just can't stand seeing the sufferings there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to Tzu Ching camp in Penang. Absolutely loved it. Sorry, no photos here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Next stop, went to KL to spend about a week with my bestest friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMVy8ZMisI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gRsH-Q7qZsg/s1600-h/P1020322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMVy8ZMisI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gRsH-Q7qZsg/s320/P1020322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247561955766209218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;From left, Pei Jing, aka the used-to-look-like-Wang Leehom-friend, Sang Ye, aka my bestest friend, and me, whom I think needs no introduction. At Starbucks at OneU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Rest of the days, I stayed at home, became a driver, driving my mum and aunt all around town. We went to Tesco at least twice a week, always checking out the "Reduced Price To Clear" items (meaning they are nearly expired and they are selling it for 90% off the normal price). Those are usually juices and yogurts. :D Also, played wii and badminton almost everyday, trying IN VAIN to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. End of my happy days. I came back to the states on the 27th of August. Attended the Los Angeles Tzu Ching camp. Not as good as the Penang one, but still, fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Start of class. My schedule for this term is pretty empty. Class for about two hours per day. Then go lab and take care of my worms. Apart from that, I am the head chef of my apartment, where I serve Malaysian food ala cincai (quoted from Sue Yen) everyday for my roommates. Also, I am FORCING myself to study for my GRE test, which I haven't decided the date I want to take the test. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think that's all I have to say for now. Hopefully I have more stuff to share &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;.  :D Hope you enjoyed reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-8490903220951482653?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8490903220951482653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8490903220951482653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8490903220951482653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates-d.html' title='Updates! :D'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/SNMPW2t5E2I/AAAAAAAAACg/3GpEeA5a7yo/s72-c/IMG_1315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7274889299175016325</id><published>2008-06-24T04:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:15:06.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Back Home..</title><content type='html'>It's my turn to go back home at last. :D&lt;br /&gt;Going home to where my family and friends are waiting, and of course not to forget the food.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I am happy or sad, a.k.a. mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Happy + sad + excited + reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;Will reach home on the 26th, which is a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it will be our family's big reunion, even my sister from New Zealand steals a chance to go back home. I haven't seen her for like three years.&lt;br /&gt;My cousins from China will be staying for a month at our place in Alor Star.&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is jam-packed for July.&lt;br /&gt;First weekend: Langkawi trip with family.&lt;br /&gt;Second weekend: Going to KL for dentist and to visit my friends. I don't know why, I have a sudden urge to go to Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;Third weekend: My uncle asked us to go dinner at Penang for an unknown occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth weekend: I'm attending a Tzu Ching camp at Penang. Will be a new and fun experience for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, this will be a family reunion cum relaxing holiday for me. Will be back in Ann Arbor on the 1st of September. So goodbye Ann Arbor for now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7274889299175016325?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7274889299175016325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/heading-back-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7274889299175016325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7274889299175016325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/heading-back-home.html' title='Heading Back Home..'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-155973502739026308</id><published>2008-06-19T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:04:11.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>惊慌失措</title><content type='html'>我很想发一个帖子，但是我不知道要写些什么。&lt;br /&gt;今早醒来，我突然陷入了惊慌失措的状态。&lt;br /&gt;原因？不晓得。&lt;br /&gt;也许，是因为我昨晚迟睡。&lt;br /&gt;也许，是佩莹的离去。&lt;br /&gt;也许，是天气在搞鬼。&lt;br /&gt;当心已经破碎到不能再破碎的地步时，&lt;br /&gt;我什么都不想做，只想找些东西让自己麻醉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-155973502739026308?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/155973502739026308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/155973502739026308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/155973502739026308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='惊慌失措'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-148720447107290970</id><published>2008-06-14T04:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:44:41.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not the research type</title><content type='html'>Recently, I found out that I am not the type that's suitable for research.&lt;br /&gt;I find it harder to get myself to go to lab. Compared to a few months ago, when going to lab is one of the happiest times of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I am spending less and less time in lab each day, going down from 3 hours per day to 30 minutes per day. I guess my lab members noticed too, because whenever I walked into lab, they will look at me as if they never knew me before.&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a few reasons that might have caused my dwindling interest for lab:&lt;br /&gt;1. After six months, I finally realize that lab is boring, though I tried to convince Caryn that it wasn't about a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;2. My project doesn't need me to spend as much time as the other people's.&lt;br /&gt;3. My professor is starting to ignore me since I am not a part of his grant-applying-project.&lt;br /&gt;4. I start to realize I am more to a medicine person, since part of my professor's everyday activities include staring at other published papers and thinking of ways to either prove that they are wrong, or to come up with better results.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am just plain lazy during spring.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can find out my true interests soon, since graduation is creeping towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-148720447107290970?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/148720447107290970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-research-type.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/148720447107290970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/148720447107290970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-research-type.html' title='I&apos;m not the research type'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4551002546227857475</id><published>2008-06-09T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:15:46.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Few Eons</title><content type='html'>At last, after a few hundred thousand years, I have come here to update my blog. Nothing much has been happening lately. I am trying to find time in the midst of everything to study for my Molecular Biology. I may sound busy, but I do not even know what I'm busy about. Just finished three episodes of translation of Da Ai Drama in four days. From there, I found a very meaningful quote that I would like to share:      &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;"花朵需要太陽的溫暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;, 才能開花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;一個人如果可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;帶給另外一個人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如同太陽般的溫暖,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;那是非常大的幸福.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;那個下午我突然明白了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;負擔與幸福的差別&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;最主要的是在看我們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: MingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;用什麼角度去看去感受"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;I just came back from playing volleyball after two weeks rest after Midwest Games. Everybody, and of course including me, played so badly. According to Wei Chieh, we really need a coach now. :) By the way, Pei Ying said my cooking has improved since the first time she tasted my cooking. Haha. I have another Molecular Biology exam to go before I am free to go home. Seriously, this is not a hard class at all. It just needs you to concentrate 100% in class, and study the notes. But then, there's always the but. Haha. Also for those who don't know, I have recently changed my mind again. I am thinking of going to medical school. Not in the States of course, but hopefully somewhere near home. I think that's all that is happening to me apart from the super duper hot weather. Yes, I know I'm a boring person. :D&lt;/p&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4551002546227857475?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4551002546227857475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-few-eons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4551002546227857475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4551002546227857475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-few-eons.html' title='After A Few Eons'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3808346091712195420</id><published>2008-05-22T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:12:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>又值得回忆的一篇</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;淑伶-我敢稱得上是她最要好得朋友  之前發生過了很多的誤會  傷了她的心很多次&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;但是他還是沒有放棄我這個朋友  真的  沒了你  也沒了今天的我&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;中三那年  我能考獲6A真的是幸虧有你的幫忙  你在我的生活裏扮演者很重大的角色啊&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;每次我有什麽問題  都找你訴苦  都找你發洩  都找你聊天  你都一定會陪伴我的&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;真的對不起當時幼稚無聊的我不懂得要怎樣報答你  結果還選擇了杯隔你&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;還约了另一个朋友一起和我配合  真的對不起啦  不是他的錯  都是我約他的  嘻嘻嘻&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;想起以前  真的很不懂事  啊啊啊啊  時間過得真快 中五畢業  你也去了紐西蘭讀一陣子的high school &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;過後又回來馬來西亞的jpa  現在到美國真正的可以進修你的科係&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;21082006那天  是你飛的那一天  前晚  我因爲趕功課  沒和多聊一下  真得很可惜&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5.30am我起身  到捷運站去  準備到KLIA歡送你  還記得  我曾告訴過你  我最不喜歡的就是這種離別的場合嗎？&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;因爲我最怕看到的就是離別的場面  很怕會看到哭的場面  那天送了你  大家還很堅強的一副樣子  我把我手上的禮物&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;你把你手上的信件給交換了  哈拉打屁了一陣  來個大擁抱  然後很快的  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;你也要和你的團隊去會合了  我們也因爲有早課  也不能在機場待得更久的時間&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;結果就這樣的離別了  在車上  看了你留給我的信  這麽多年來  我終于有人情味了！&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;你那幾天為我所作的拼圖的故事在你的信裏你提到了  哇  真的讓我感動得眼淚快飆出來了&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;但是還是辦堅強就對了  然後就上課去了  下課時  打了好多同電話給你  那時你已經関機了  再也聯絡不上你了&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;心情低落  回家睡個大覺  養足精神  然後再為學業拚咯  那懂  又想起那5天辛苦的你  真的讓我感動及内疚&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;内疚的是  告訴你我要的是拼圖  感動的是  你真的因爲我說我要拼圖  而在那5天裏  你辛苦熬夜的完成它們  讓你腰痠背痛的&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;眼淚都流都流下來了  流眼淚並不是傷心你走  而是你真的讓我感動了！&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;我之前害你失落了這麽多次  但是你還是永遠的那麽支持我  那麽的挺我  那麽的幫助我~&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;看來我也和你一樣  心情會很難過吧？在飛機上的你  看到我寫給你的信及看到我給的禮物  也快掉眼淚了吧？&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;但是我比你幸運  因爲我這裡還有其他朋友的陪伴  我有發簡訊給他們  向他們分擔及分享我的内疚及感動&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;過後的我才發現  原來我送給你的禮物  並沒什麽值錢的  因爲你的禮物實在是太偉大了！&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;但是你要好好的保管它啊  我很少送人家禮物及卡片的 &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;真的需要感謝老天爺  把你們帶來給我認識了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摘于x君之msn spaces, 八月二十三日二零零六年&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/5930163527148751619-3808346091712195420?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3808346091712195420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3808346091712195420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我们第一次见面时，我就知道，他是喜欢我的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我虽然不相信一见钟情，但这一次，我可以很肯定告诉你，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;是不一样的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我当初还不懂事，没有作出什么表示，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;但我懂，他还是那么喜欢我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他无条件地为我付出，但偶尔，我觉得我生在福中不知福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所谓，日久生情，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我也开始被他的爱感动。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他的爱，真的是与众不同的。我可以再一次很肯定地告诉你，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;是不一样的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;有人告诉我，在他身边的人当中，我是他最爱的一个，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不知为何，我很坚决的否认，一直都否认下去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;若他当时懂我那么想，我觉得我会恨我自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;日子一天一天过去了，他还是那么爱着我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我很遗憾我当时是那么的无知，那么的天真。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那么大个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;“我爱你”写在他额头上，我仍然看不到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;也许，是他给爱的方式不同吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;每次他打电话给我，我都不会有很多话跟他说，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我也不懂为何。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;但，我可以肯定的，虽然我俩没什么沟通，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;有一股很强的力量把我们拉着。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;懂事了，我也深深地被他打动了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;但，你有没有听过刘若英唱的“后来”？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;后来，我终算学会了如何去爱，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;可惜你，早已远去，消失在人海，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;后来，终于在眼泪中明白，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;有些人，一旦错过就不在。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;当我懂事的头脑告诉我应该好好和他相处，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;好好和他沟通与互相了解时，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;已经迟了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我遗憾我的无知，遗憾我的不懂事，遗憾我以前的一切一切，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我懂，他不会怪我，也不会有任何埋怨，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;因为他是伟大的，他，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;是不一样的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我只想告诉他，“我其实是很爱你的，知道吗？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6042344631134143853?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6042344631134143853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendster-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6042344631134143853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6042344631134143853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendster-blog.html' title='摘于 Friendster Blog, 三月二十七日二零零七年'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7396323672315859814</id><published>2008-05-15T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:59:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Finger</title><content type='html'>Polydactylism is a phenomena that results in an extra digit of the fingers or toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually won't be useful to the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a result of genetic mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a sixth finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7396323672315859814?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7396323672315859814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/sixth-finger_15.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7396323672315859814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7396323672315859814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/sixth-finger_15.html' title='The Sixth Finger'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-6405968603571702624</id><published>2008-05-15T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:34:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天空哭了。。</title><content type='html'>天空灰得像哭过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它伤心得泪也流下了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近我这里差不多每一天都下大雨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是怎样都不会比其他地方的灾难来的严重&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缅甸的暴风雨 、四川的大地震 、中北美的龙卷风&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;狠狠地夺走了成千上万的性命&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个时候，世界各地的热心、富有人士都会纷纷捐款&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目的是想要减轻灾民的负担&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给予他们衣服、食物及医疗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，很讽刺的是，这些一直在捐款的人，本身就时间接造成这些灾难的起因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是这些付得起的人， 整天就要求享受，要舒服的生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是这种很奢求的生活，无形中造成了很多碳足迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接下来，就是温室效应，在接下来，就是一连串的天灾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;屋子要比别人的大，车子要比别人的漂亮，冷气要一直开着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些种种浪费资源的行为，就是间接造成天灾的原因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;捐钱当然是好，但是希望所有人都会懂得节约，帮助我们地球度过这前所未有的难关&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6405968603571702624?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6405968603571702624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6405968603571702624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6405968603571702624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_14.html' title='天空哭了。。'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-393928507919868323</id><published>2008-05-13T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:03:30.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>又回来了</title><content type='html'>那种感觉又回来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那种很没有安全感、很恍惚的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仿佛全世界的一切都不重要了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想坐下来休息，到一个很久很久的以后。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做什么都不专心，做什么都不开心，很麻痹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不希望这是因为受他人影响而引起的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只希望在还没伤到身边的人以前，这种感觉会消失。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的靠山不在这里，我一个人得更坚强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-393928507919868323?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/393928507919868323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/393928507919868323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/393928507919868323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='又回来了'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1761311349328422672</id><published>2008-05-11T10:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:37:36.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感恩</title><content type='html'>人家说，会感恩的人是幸福的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，对很多人来说，要产生这种感恩的心是很困难的。困难并不代表他们没有能力，只是他们的心都还没有被启发。就是那一成厚厚的尘埃包裹着他的心，让他没有发现感恩的必要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我身边就有很多例子。话虽如此，我也不敢百分之百的担保我完全就有着感恩的心。但是我可以担保的是，我真的比以前会想了。也许不是更会想，而是想得比较多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说真的，我们应该感恩身边的每一个人。无论那个人对我们好或不好，都应该对它产生感恩之心。如果那个人对我们好，不需要我多解释，当然要感恩啊。但是，如果那个人对我们不好，也是应该感恩他。感恩他让我们知道，这样子对别人，会令人讨厌。感恩他让我们知道，我们知道这行为是错的，而他不知道。当然，在适当的情况下，应该告诉那个人，给予适当的劝告。除此之外，当他人对你不好，其实是在锻炼你的心志，让你更加有修养，该次遇到同样的情况时会议更成熟的手段来解决。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学习会感恩，生活就不会有不需要的奢望，人会活得更满足、更开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生活当然不能时时刻刻都很顺利。当遇到挫折时，往正面的方向看，感恩自己仍拥有的东西。最重要的，无论发生什么事，我们每一天都应该感恩还有这个机会活在这世上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;奢求，往往弄到一个人很不开心。不仅伤身伤神，有时候还会伤感情。有得吃，有得穿，我们就应该满足了。看到这里，或许有些人会觉得我的想法很笨很单纯，也许是吧，也许是我们在不一样的环境下长大的吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果一个人帮助过你，很明显的，你有必要去感谢他。如果你一早就知道自己很讨厌这个人，那你根本就不应该接受他的帮忙。接受了人家的好处，还要在人家背后说他的坏话。不用我说，你也知道是错的。人与人之间，根本就无法一百八仙满足对方。即使你接受过那个人一点点地帮助，也应该感恩、感谢。更何况是在他还没帮助你之前，你还答应要还他的恩惠~！现在反口不要还了，未免太不道德了吧？再一次，这也许是我幼稚的判断吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最重要的还是要感恩父母。在此，我想告诉你，我们中学时学的 “树欲静而风不止，子欲养而亲不在” 是绝对正确的。趁现在还有机会，好好把握，对父母好一些。告诉你，你没失去过，你是不懂痛的。他们不要求多，只想和子女多聊几句，即使只是废话几句，他们也会开心的。你还没当父母，你不懂父母的心情，更没有资格批评做父母的。我知道有时父母也会做错事，但是试问以下，你没做过错事吗？你还没当人家父母，你才会嫌三嫌四的。告诉你，你还不珍惜，有一天，你会后悔的。可能在四十年后，你当了人家父母后，你就会后悔了。你有听过己所不欲，勿施于人吗？你现在这样子对你的父母，你要你的孩子们这样对你吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写了一大篇的废话，我只是想告诉大家应该要有感恩之心。如果可以，也应该做到无所求的付出，那样，你的人生会充实一些，活得更有意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1761311349328422672?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-994955680007537177</id><published>2008-04-18T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:25:57.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>Done with finals on the 15th, have been doing nothing, sleeping for 10 hours per day since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lab report due before 25th for my dear MCDB 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still going to lab everyday to take care of my worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie asked me a thought provoking question "Are you leaving your worms alone when you go back for summer?" Actually, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought I have had too many years of school. Maybe I will work after I graduate, or maybe I can do volunteering for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I should have studied medicine instead of research in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for overall grades to be out, which will determine whether Shann will get her free one-week-lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally settled my money issue, thanks to those who helped along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do something to flatten my tummy, or else I won't go back to Malaysia this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kai Kiat for the grocery trips for the whole year. Happy graduation. I'm waiting for your angpow~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started with packing up my stuff. Threw away a lot of my notes, and realized how much paper I have wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Pei Ying cos no celebration on her birthday, thanks to exams. But Happy 20th Birthday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt so not happy because when I wanted to talk to him this morning, he went yum cha instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving out from my apartment in less than a week's time. This apartment was kind of comfy and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get enough people to play volleyball for Midwest Games. Spiker, make sure your ankle is functional by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get myself two more pair of jeans. I don't fit in those old ones anymore thanks to my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought that not doing PhD in the states is actually not a big deal at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start writing my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-994955680007537177?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/994955680007537177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/994955680007537177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/994955680007537177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts..'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4630270023492334947</id><published>2008-04-10T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:19:25.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Build-up Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Including today, I will have six more stressful days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Finals on Friday, Monday and Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I will be done on the 15th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Wait for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4630270023492334947?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4630270023492334947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress-build-up-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4630270023492334947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4630270023492334947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress-build-up-week.html' title='Stress Build-up Week'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-283248442459545046</id><published>2008-04-07T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:47:33.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Aunty Sue Yen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; before 30, I hope. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. What will you do when you feel really emo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. What job are u doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; undergraduate lab researcher (not paid, but I'm doing it for credits) taking care of my worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4.Where is the place that you want to go most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; home, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5.If you have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; to find a cure for cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6.Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; I believe now, but sometimes if I'm in a middle of a storm, I won't think that I can see the rainbow anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7.what are you afraid to lose the most right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. What cheers you up for the rest of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; a good volleyball game and a meal of curry noodles prepared by Huey Shann. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9.If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; depends on how he is feeling towards me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10.List out three good things of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; cooks good food, a good listener when I needed someone to talk to, wears her specs in a cute way. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; loves me, and able to talk to me when I need someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;12.What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; I am learning to love every human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;13.What would you do if you won a million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; donate to NGOs and to those who need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14.What would you wanna be after you're dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;  an angel who can heal the world and all living beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;15. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; lack of self confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;16. what is your favourite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;17.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;18. If there’s one thing in your life you want to do but yet unable to, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; talk to my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;19. What would you do if tomorrow was the last day of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-&gt; spend time with my family and close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;20. [qns that I added] What are the places that you want to visit right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; Pulau Sipadan, Seychelles Island, The Maldives, Tibet, Egypt, Taiwan, The North Pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;** I don't feel like tagging anyone right now, but anybody who feels like answering the questions above can do so in their blogs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&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/5930163527148751619-283248442459545046?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/283248442459545046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-aunty-sue-yen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/283248442459545046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/283248442459545046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-aunty-sue-yen.html' title='Tagged by Aunty Sue Yen'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5993888847982096928</id><published>2008-04-01T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:10:05.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive, Let Go and Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To forgive, to let go and to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This is the art that I have been wanting to master since a long time ago, but have not fully succeeded yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I realized that I have quite an amount of training lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I want to master this art so badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5993888847982096928?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5993888847982096928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgive-let-go-and-forget.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5993888847982096928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5993888847982096928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgive-let-go-and-forget.html' title='Forgive, Let Go and Forget'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-6444496946608383288</id><published>2008-03-20T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:59:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I have this serious dilemma since a long time ago and it has been haunting me since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHETHER I SHOULD GO TO GRADUATE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't need to capitalize every word, but then, it's such a hard decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are as below:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do PhD in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do Masters in the U.S. then go back M'sia to work.&lt;br /&gt;3) Do PhD in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;4) Do PhD in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;5) Go back M'sia to work right after getting undergraduate degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this issue makes me sweat a lot, as in, even more than if I go run a hundred rounds at NCRB. I will be graduating April 09, so I need a decision FAST. If I so happen to decide to stay in the states to do my graduate school, I will need to study for my GRE test this spring/summer, which is so so so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I burnt part of my brain thinking which path to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-6444496946608383288?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/6444496946608383288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/dilemma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6444496946608383288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/6444496946608383288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-8835722786823666711</id><published>2008-03-19T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:57:39.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>平常心</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;最近做事情，心情平静得多，晚上也比较能入眠。我也不知道为什么。无论如何，是一件好事。：）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;今天早上刚刚考了第二次的biochemistry 考试，真的以平常心去考。这可能是我生平中第一次那么冷静的考试。哈哈。我不觉得是我准备得好，但我就是那么平静。两三天后，我们就可以看到我的冷静的效果。希望我也可以平常心地接受我的成绩。哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;难得今天早从科学室回家，趁机会去游个泳吧！星期一还有一个考试，还没开始温习。但是不用紧，平常心。。。 哈哈哈哈~！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-8835722786823666711?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/8835722786823666711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8835722786823666711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/8835722786823666711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_18.html' title='平常心'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-5123037794261947285</id><published>2008-03-17T06:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:57:07.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>为什么？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;其实，我不要求什么，只想要有一个答案。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;我只想懂为什么。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-5123037794261947285?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/5123037794261947285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5123037794261947285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/5123037794261947285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='为什么？'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-342890842212104675</id><published>2008-01-20T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T04:40:46.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Have Been Taken For Granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Exams are usually an excuse for me not to update my blog, so now here I am after my very first Animal Physiology exam, writing a new post. I took the exam on Friday morning and the scores were out that very evening. Apart from being taken aback by the efficiency of them posting the results, I was quite happy with my results. I think this is the first time I say that I am happy with  the scores of any one exam since I came to UofM. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry about the previous post, which was extremely depressing and sad. But I am okay now, for those who are concerned. Heheh. Nothing much happened really between the time I wrote the post until now, apart from playing laser tag with a bunch of friends and my sister. Sorry to say that I did not like the game, just because I got last in all three games. I think it would be more fun if people don't kill me that much. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have been down, moody and sad for the past week, mainly during the time I wrote that post. But after reading an article on the New York Times about people with rare genetic mutations, I started to realize that I have been taking life for granted. I nearly cried while reading that article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/12/28/us/subdna600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/12/28/us/subdna600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;These two girls may seem like normal children we see everyday, but in actual fact, they share a same chromosomal mutation called 16p11.2. This means that their chromosome number 16 on the top arm, which is p arm, has a deletion at the locus 11.2. This may just be a micro-deletion, as the article puts it, but the effect is drastic. These two girls are not related at all, but they were united as they both suffer from the same rare disease. The symptoms were somehow like autism, but it is actually not that. The girl on the left, whom is 14 this year, wears slip-on shoes, because she cannot ties the laces. She doesn't know her ABC's and have trouble recognizing colors. She has been diagnosed with mental retardation. The younger girl is 4. But she has been undergoing physical therapy since she was 9 months old, so she can count and knows her ABC's. Both of the girls don't cry when they are hurt, and it makes me wonder that is it because they won't feel the pain or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then there's another girl with a different chromosome mutation called  22q13, which affects the lower arm of the chromosome, which is the q arm. She is 4 years old this year, but she doesn't speak. All she does is making a guttural growl hovering on the edge of language. That made me feel so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;All it took was a small, minor deletion of a single chromosome arm. How fortunate I am to be here, with a complete set of chromosome, functioning normally and being able to sleep, eat and talk like normal. But I have been taking these blessings for granted, as I kept complaining about life, saying life is depressing, making myself so moody and all. Furthermore, I should use these blessings to help those who don't have them, instead of complaining, whining and gossiping all day. How I wish I could help these unfortunate people out there, but it will be another ten years of accumulating knowledge and experience will I be able to make such contributions to the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-342890842212104675?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/342890842212104675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-have-been-taken-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/342890842212104675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/342890842212104675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-have-been-taken-for-granted.html' title='Things Have Been Taken For Granted'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3698144347159412569</id><published>2008-01-07T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:44:47.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today, is one of the days that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you woke up and find that you have an extremely, like never before painful period pain, that you have to cancel your plans in attending your friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...your mood swings attack once again, leaving you extremely depressed and in need of someone to talk to immediately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you have to go study Biochemistry on the fourth day into your semester because the first lecture was too terrifying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you realize that staying in Northwood apartments by yourself is actually kind of depressing and lonely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you have to force yourself into doing something you don't feel like it but you have to do it because it is right and social norms say so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...people think you have a lot of friends and you are popular but actually you are not, because people are judging books by their covers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you run out of websites to surf after you have read everyone's blog and re-checked your email inbox for ten times in an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you know you need to prepare for tomorrow's Animal Physiology lecture but you just procrastinate until bedtime is approaching.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you wish you own a Playstation 3 or Wii so that you can play on your Dance Dance Revolution dance mat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you wish that you can just not think about anything and leave yourself slouching in the chair staring at the wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you wish you have someone close to talk to, preferably on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you think about giving up in life but think that there are still people out there who cares whether you are alive or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you will cook a can of Campbell's soup for dinner and sit in front of the laptop writing a new post for your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...you wish that someone is willing to call up/message me on MSN so that you won't feel so lonely and depressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...that you wish that life won't be so sad and complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3698144347159412569?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3698144347159412569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3698144347159412569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3698144347159412569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1267877581205708638</id><published>2008-01-03T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T05:41:27.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break 2007 - California Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After a gazillion excuses to not update my blog, I finally managed to dig out some time and mood to write something about the trip, thanks to the never ending pestering by Mr. Yeoh. I spent my Christmas break from Dec 20th to Dec 30th in dear Los Angeles, California. It wasn't as enjoyable as I expected, nevertheless, it was fun overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 1 Dec 20th Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Woke up at 5 something a.m. because we had to catch a bus to go to the airport at 6.15 in the morning. We, as in me, Huey Shann and Pei Ying. Wasn't able to finish my bowl of cereal, dumped the contents away, and left the bowl in the kitchen sink. Everything went on fine, until when we boarded our plane at Chicago's O'Hare airport. I was too sleepy that time so i fell asleep straightaway after I sat down. After quite a long time, I woke up. The plane was still parked at the gate. Apparently, it had some problems so our flight delayed by an hour, with us sitting in the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Reached LAX around 2 p.m., went straight to the hotel called Cecil Hotel in downtown LA. WARNING: DO NOT stay at downtown LA's hotels anymore, even though the prices are really cheap, they are illusions to lure you into traps! Our hotel costs only $40 per night, which made us book it without thinking twice. After checking in, we came down to the bus stop right in front of the hotel, hoping to catch a bus to Chinatown for dinner. Suddenly, a guy came screaming down the street, running while uprooting small bushes planted at the sidewalk for decoration. I think he was either high on drugs or he had a mental problem. Two cops came chasing down behind him and brought him to the ground while handcuffing him. We were in utter shock and disbelief. The hotel room was small and the bathroom was tiny. Seven of us had to squeeze into that room. At night, it was FREEZING. I don't understand why there wasn't heating available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 2 Dec 21 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everybody woke up early this day, and were ready by 7.30 am. How efficient. :) The main reason was downtown LA was too dangerous to be at during nighttime, so we all went to bed early. We went to Chinatown again. It was so deserted. Nobody starts business early in Chinatown, LA, and they start to close their shops around 6pm. Wonder how much business they can do a day. The only thing that was open at 8.30 am was a Chinese temple. Went to pray a bit and took some pictures, I mean those who had cameras. Then we found our way to a restaurant Sue Yen's friend recommended for dim sum. The food and price was not bad, but the workers are crappy. After eating, we decided to visit University of Southern California, but nobody was sure where that place was. So I suggested walking down the street that leads to the place, see if we can get a bus that goes there. So after walking aimlessly for almost an hour, I needed to go to the toilet. So we stopped at a random Marriot Hotel to borrow the bathroom and to ask for directions. I feel cheated for having to walk so long, only to find the bus stop leading to USC is just outside the hotel. -_-||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We reached USC, took tons of pictures at the engineering campus, with the three engineers, i.e. Huey Shann, Shin Hwei and Alicia posing before signs that say "Engineering Campus". I got excited when we visit the bookstore, where I got to buy a pennant for my miserable pennant collection back at my apartment. Visited the Rose Garden opposite of the university and also went to the California Science Center, also just a five minute walk away. The science center was a cool place, but it's meant for middle school kids. Nevertheless, it's a really informative place and I kind of like it. We also watched an iMax movie at the science center, with Pei Ying totally freaked out. She's afraid of 3-D stuff that comes popping out from the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;At night, we took the 25cents bus to Little Tokyo, just to find that the place is even worse than Chinatown. I don't understand the fact that California is suppose to house the most Asian immigrants in the whole United States, but why Chinatown and Little Tokyo are so crappy. I miss New York's Chinatown all of a sudden. Ate some totally not nice sushi and teriyaki chicken for dinner, then we went back to the hotel to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 3 Dec 22 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Headed off to the happiest place on earth, and indeed, everyone was happy and excited. Took an express bus that departs from Downtown LA to Disneyland, which took a whopping 2 hours. As expected, we slept all the way on the bus. When we reached Anaheim, we went straight to the hotel to store our luggage and stuff in the storage place because it was only 10am at that time. We decided to come back to check in later in the afternoon. We didn't need to queue to buy tickets, but the queue for the guys to check our bags was really long. We spent the first hour or two taking pictures with Snow White and other inanimate objects. Then, I forgot whose idea it was to go for a ride on the Hollywood Tower of Terror. The effects they made was nice, and it will take me three more days to post this blog up if I were to elaborate it. So, in summary, it was an elevator with seats that brings you up to the top floor, and then the whole thing will free-fall down, apparently to the twilight zone. I screamed until my tears came out. And the next thing we did was probably the highlight of the whole trip, Aladdin - A Musical Spectacular. It was wonderful. It basically summarizes the whole Aladdin story in a 30 minute musical. Mr. Yeoh, this is the thing that you should be waiting for. :) No fireworks that night, because the wind was too strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 4,5 &amp;amp;6   Dec 23-25   Sunday - Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The rest of the days were filled with queues and rides, queues and rides again. Food was horrible. Not that it was not tasty, just that having chicken strips and french fries for four days straight wasn't good at all. The best of the whole four days are the fireworks, which we waited for three days before they can actually put it up, the Fantasmic show, which is a fountain-cum-laser light show, and that Aladdin show I talked about. There were too many rides and things for me to talk about, so the best way is to experience it yourself, eh Mr. Yeoh. =p Oh ya, I climbed a tree at Tom Sawyer Island, I mean, illegally, which made one of the workers made me come down. :D The worst part is probably my feet, which hurt like hell everyday. I wish they could supply everyone with a pair of rollerblades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 7 a.k.a Do Nothing Day   Dec 26 Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We woke up late that day. Mind you, we, as in those who decided not to go Downtown Disneyland for last minute shopping people. Heheh. Then after that, we repeated the same steps, took the bus back to the same Cecil Hotel and checked in. We went to Chinatown again only to discover a Vietnamese Restaurant, which was recommended by the beloved bakery aunty. The restaurant has wonton noodles!!! Everybody had a great time eating the great food, after being tortured by chicken strips and fries. We took the bus to Macy's at 7th street after that, where I bought a long-sleeve T-shirt. To our utter disappointment, the shops close at 6pm. 0_0 Don't understand why they have to close so early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 8  Dec 27  Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Universal Studios day. It was a cold cold day. Universal Studios was nothing compared to Disneyland, but the only thing that stood out were the special effects that they were famous for. They had a few shows which had fire special effects which looked so cool. The Return of the Mummy ride wasn't disappointing at all, thanks to my big sister for recommending. The House of Horrors was too scary, applause for them for reaching their goal in scaring the guests. They had real people inside dressed as ghosts and corpses which can jump out from coffins to grab your hands. Gross. Bought only a spongebob  keychain and that's it. It was kind of a "cincai" trip.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 9 Dec 28  Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to Santa Monica beach, where they used to film Baywatch. Not sure whether they still have the filming going on. It was too cold a day for visiting a beach. Some of us took off our shoes to wade the shallow parts of the water, only to find our toes turning purple because the water was freezing cold. Rented a bike each and cycled along the coastline. It was kind of fun, as that was my first time cycling by the beach and I hadn't ride on a bicycle after I got my driver's license. Visited a really tiny shop which was modified to become an aquarium, keeping fish and sea animals for visitors to see. The main aim of them was to create awareness to the public, hoping people will save the oceans from pollution. When we were about to go back, we discovered a stretch of street near the beach which is actually a shopping area. With Adidas, Gap, Forever 21 etc. Everybody, well, most of us, were so happy and started to buy stuff. We had Thai food for dinner that night and went back at about 9, if I remembered correctly. On our way back on the bus, Huey Shann suddenly felt sick and nauseated. She suddenly wanted to go to the toilet, so me and her had to get off the bus at some random place and borrowed the bathroom at Taco Bell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 10 a.k.a Most Boring Day  Dec 29  Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This day was by far the most boring day ever. We went to Hollywood. Tried to take a picture of the Hollywood sign through the telescope but failed. Went on a two-hour Movie Stars Home Tour. The driver showed us a few movie stars' houses, but I don't really know these people, except for Jackie Chan and Ben Stiller. He also showed us the house that belongs to the Marciano family, owner of the Guess company. They had ten Ferarris lining up in their front porch, furthermore, they never drive the cars, they are just up for display. We also went by Rodeo Drive, the place where most celebrities do their shopping. We saw a shop that had a yellow Ferarri parked outside. The driver told us that this shop only takes customers with appointments, and the owner only takes ten customers per day. And, if you are a first-time customer, you have to spend at least $10,000 during your first visit. The shop actually sells men's suits and stuff. This is a perfect example of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer, comparing Hollywood to the homeless in Downtown LA, sad isn't it? The Guinness World Record Museum was the crappiest museum ever. It's even worse than Muzuim Alor Star. We went back at around 4pm, went back to Chinatown to "da bao" food from the Vietnamese shop again. This time, we actually saw the bakery aunty helping the owner of the shop. Now only we understand why she recommended it to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 11  Dec 30  Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Last day at Los Angeles. Nobody knew where to go, so we decided to go visit University of California Los Angeles. Took a bus there that took forever to reach. When we reach there, everyone was searching frantically for a bathroom, only to find that every single building there was closed, either for the holiday or for the weekend. Even the bookstore was closed. So sad. Didn't get to buy a pennant from UCLA. We found the only building that was opened on campus, which was the gym. Luckily the guy at the door was kind enough to let us in without signing in. We visited the museum there for a while before we head back to Cecil Hotel again to collect our luggage. Took a bus from Union Station to the airport and that is all for our California trip. :) Thank you everyone who made this trip a success. :) Oh ya, about the cereal bowl that I left in the sink before I went off the trip, it has molds and bacteria colonies growing on it when I came back. I couldn't scrape off the stuff, so I had to throw the bowl away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. Pictures will be posted afterwards, as soon as I am able to steal them from somebody's camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1267877581205708638?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1267877581205708638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-break-2007-california-trip.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1267877581205708638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1267877581205708638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-break-2007-california-trip.html' title='Winter Break 2007 - California Trip'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1042122460354304775</id><published>2007-12-16T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:09:27.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who are not in Ann Arbor...</title><content type='html'>I am dedicating this post specially for those who are not in Ann Arbor. Just to let you see the snow we have here~! :) Enjoy.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2Qya1VqHtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8-lkC1QugrA/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2Qya1VqHtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8-lkC1QugrA/s320/DSC01998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144292110939856594" 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;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my apartment looks like. I'm staying in one of the lower floor ones.&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2QzA1VqHuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bG9ZYFoHhdo/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2QzA1VqHuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bG9ZYFoHhdo/s320/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144292763774885602" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Plants without leaves..&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/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2QzYVVqHvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6Vys3iFGT1c/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2QzYVVqHvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6Vys3iFGT1c/s320/DSC01974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144293167501811442" 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;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up image of a snowflake. I haven't seen a real one until I came to Ann Arbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these pictures were taken when it first started to snow, so it's still kinda thin. It will be thicker around January and February. =p Anyways, thank you Huey Shann for taking the pictures for me. :) By the way, a brief update, I'm currently DONE with physics, forever. Hahah. I still have another exam to go, which is genetics on Wednesday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1042122460354304775?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1042122460354304775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-those-who-are-not-in-ann-arbor.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1042122460354304775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1042122460354304775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-those-who-are-not-in-ann-arbor.html' title='For those who are not in Ann Arbor...'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UwdgvQeNeE/R2Qya1VqHtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8-lkC1QugrA/s72-c/DSC01998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3442106327631897260</id><published>2007-12-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:56:10.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没有题目的帖子</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;是不是心情不好已经成为发新帖子的借口？也许是因为我常告诉我自己，如果没发泄就不能专心读书，所以就来这里发泄一下。可能这只是个借口来让自己不内疚，或只是一个心理作用，我也不晓得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;戴佩妮唱得没错“不一定每件事都要一个解释，不一定天堂里住这一位天使，不一定的事太多，就像时间随时会停止”。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;家人，还是自己的前途比较重要？我想答前途，但我不想遗憾第二次。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4.0 cGPA 真的那么诱人吗？也许是我与它的距离太远，所以我说没有。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;难道，我就这样继续肥下去吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;我想早毕业，所以可以赶快继续念硕士和博士。我要这些，纯粹是因为我抱着伟大的“我要拯救世界”的梦想？还是因为我只是要面子？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;这个学期的功课真的搞到一塌糊涂，乱七八糟。不知下个学期救不救得回来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Bubble Island 卖的珍珠奶茶真的有下毒药吗？为什么我喝了每次都胡思乱想？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;朋友的定义到底是什么？想了好久，想了五年了，我还找不到答案。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;王力宏唱得没错 “失去了才懂得珍惜”。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;这几天的马路真的有点滑，走路也比平时慢了几倍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;人家说，女孩子名字有个草字头会有特别多男孩子追求，你觉得是真的吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;我越来越能感觉到我们之间的距离了。以前中学时还可以不顾一切的混在一起，现在，我发现了我们的差别，我们世界的不一样。我不是要排斥，也不是要归类，更不是要炫耀。只想要你做我永远的好朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;我一直都认为自己很没用，这就是我没有信心的一面。欢迎来到我黑暗的世界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;为什么人终是不能满足呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;为什么我一直都想吃和睡呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;我几时才能改掉我怕输和要面子的坏习惯呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;朋友，要多而不是很好，还是要少但都很要好呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;人，就是奇怪的动物。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;我很想把Pinball Pete's里头的那架跳舞机买起来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3442106327631897260?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3442106327631897260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3442106327631897260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3442106327631897260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='没有题目的帖子'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-7261659276513115377</id><published>2007-12-12T08:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:04:47.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been A While..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It has been a while since I last posted stuff onto my blog, my apologies for that. I have been incredibly busy with all my school work and the exams. (People who know me will say "You always say that!", but I can assure you, that it is really true. I will be done with exams on the 19th, so that will be another week more. I will be flying to California on the 20th morning, so my next post might be after the trip I guess. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-7261659276513115377?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/7261659276513115377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7261659276513115377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/7261659276513115377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-while.html' title='It Has Been A While..'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-1724043031798687662</id><published>2007-11-30T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:57:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Exam 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Never been so nervous with my Physics 126 exams before. Will be taking the exam in another 7 hours. It's supposed to be algebra-based and it's supposed to be EASY. OMG~ I don't know what to do now. Quantum physics is not my cup of tea. :( Pray for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-1724043031798687662?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/1724043031798687662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/physics-exam-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1724043031798687662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/1724043031798687662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/physics-exam-3.html' title='Physics Exam 3'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-61944893585839143</id><published>2007-11-26T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:25:59.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving = Eat &amp; Rot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I actually had to slap my own face to get myself back to reality after FOUR full days of rotting, eating, and spending money. But I have to admit that I really had fun. :P Times like these don't come always, so four days isn't actually that bad at all. Well, I shall just assume that I have gone to vacation and I wasn't at home so I won't feel guilty of not studying. Heheh. We spent our Wednesday evening eating at Mongolian BBQ,and the rain did not stop about 20 of us walking all the way to Main Street just to have this dinner. Impressive. Or was it because it was done in conjunction with Andrew and Caryn's birthday? This is already my third time going I think, but this time I somehow go the correct combination of sauce and spices, i.e. teriyaki, sweet and sour and shitake mushroom, so it was TASTEE. :) After the dinner, again, we fought strong winds and the cold weather only just to arrive at Pinball Pete's to have a go at the DDR machine with our feet and shoes all soaked up. I did not have a good game, but who cares, I will have tons of time playing it next year, since I will move to U Towers, which is just across the street from Pinball Pete's. Good. Thursday morning, it officially snowed! BUT, I had to do my long overdue laundry. Nevermind, fine. After 45 minutes of waiting, I went back to the laundry room to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer. But to my utter shock, I pressed the wrong washer number, my clothes was in washer 4, but I pressed washer 3 when I swiped my card. GOOD. I nearly tore my head off from my neck. I took a few deep breaths, and collect my still unwashed laundry back to my house because I didn't have time to wait anymore, as I promised to attend the Thanksgiving lunch. Okay, talk about the Thanksgiving lunch, it was a not nice. Hmm. But it was better than nothing though I still can't make myself like turkey meat. That aside, we had another unexpected Thanksgiving dinner at night at my place. Qi Ming cooked like a ton of food, but it was nice, apart from the super spicy brinjals. We shooed the guys away after dinner, so that we can quietly share a can of longans among us five girls. *snickers* And I don't think the guys know we had longan until today. HAHAHA. Black Friday morning, a.k.a. super-sale-day. RUBBISH. I made myself wake up at 6am, waited for the bus in the cold, so that I can join the so-called sale at Brairwood Mall. I went into the popular stores and browsed through everything while forcing myself to stay awake. After like four hours, the only thing I bought was a $3 hand lotion, had lunch at California Pizza Kitchen and ate two Auntie Anne's pretzels. *Rolls eyes* For dinner, I went to a Tzu Chi Shi Gu's house for dinner. As expected, she made good food, but she made some non-vegetarian dishes as well. But I still like her vegetarian stuff more. I ate until I was bloated, AS USUAL. Saturday morning, at last the bus service resumed. I went to play badminton and had noodles and Noodles and CO. with Pei Ying. Dinner, we celebrated Caryn's birthday again. I don't know why we celebrated twice, but who cares, I had good food. Hah. We went to Kang's and I had a terrific Bi Bim Bop. But on the downside, my freshly laundered jacket smelled like stir-fry food right now. :( We all adjourned to Caryn's place after that for a game of Cranium, a hilarious and dumb game brought by Hui Ying. I part I like the most is the part where a team must choose a puppet and a puppeter and act out something for their teammates to guess. I was the puppet when I had to act "milk the cow". Mei Chen was the puppeteer, but we didn't succeed in guessing that, because she kept turning my hands around and everybody kept guessing "making pottery/clay vases". Today morning was my last day of my eat eat streak. Went to McDonald's with Huey Shann during grocery, but that wasn't anything extreme, just normal lunch. Anyways, I don't even dare to weigh myself right now, though I made an effort to ask Caryn, Azlynn and Pui Yeen to go swim with me tomorrow when NCRB reopens. Anyways, back to reality this time. I have to complete my Microbiology lab notebook and study for my Physics test this coming Thursday, so add oil~! By the way, I stayed up until 2am last night just to watch our fellow Malaysian women's singles badminton player play in China Open. In spite of the sleepiness, that was a great game and she did win. Malaysia Boleh. See, I told you, Malaysian goods are of top notch quality. I am so patriotic. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-61944893585839143?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/61944893585839143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-eat-rot.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/61944893585839143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/61944893585839143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-eat-rot.html' title='Thanksgiving = Eat &amp; Rot'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4588759224696371920</id><published>2007-11-22T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T04:25:42.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Death and Decay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;As I said before, my previous two blogs just died off, and, I start seeing signs of death in my current newly established blog. Anyways, I managed to dig out some time to update it. :) See, the title just applies to my blog, but not for me. I am exam-free for exactly a week, and I am on a five-day Thanksgiving break! I have already start the party rolling by playing mahjong last night. The game was kinda short, but I was on a winning streak. *smiles* To add onto my party mood, I slept for exactly 12 hours since I don't have classes today. Sweet. But one thing that I wasn't happy about is the rain spoiled my plans to do my two-week-old laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Well, Thanksgiving is here, so I might as well talk a little bit about it. We plan to go eat at the Mongolian BBQ place tonight, and to go shopping on Friday morning. These are the only two plans we have for Thanksgiving this year, which contrasts with our glamorous + fun-packed Chicago trip last year, at least I think so. Monday evening, I see people dragging suitcases going back home. I was hoping that I am still staying in Akasia, which will allow me to go home on Tuesday night. Sigh. Those were the days. I had my last class on Tuesday, which was my Physics discussion. I had this conversation with a girl beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S.Ling: Is this your last class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Girl: Yea. Excited to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S.Ling: Where's home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Girl: Not far. In Michigan itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S.Ling: Cool, good for you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Girl: Are you going home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S.Ling: Nah, it's too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Girl: Is it in another state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S.Ling: No. I'm from Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Girl: *Disbelief* OMG. But..But..How did you end up here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S.Ling: *Slightly offended but shrugged while smiling* It's 20 hours away by flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Girl: I would never do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;To make things worse, the discussion professor went on rambling for 20 minutes about quantum mechanics. About what is the probability of finding an electron in an orbit, and what J.J. Thompson did in his lab. I wanted to die. Anyways, after that class, I got to breathe properly after spending like two weeks in the library straight, for at least 6 hours a day. Hopefully, I will have a good break and gear up for the finals. Meanwhile, I just ordered a cheesy bread and a caesar's salad to my house. :) That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-4588759224696371920?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/4588759224696371920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/signs-of-death-and-decay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4588759224696371920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/4588759224696371920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/signs-of-death-and-decay.html' title='Signs of Death and Decay'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-3715547510527176161</id><published>2007-11-08T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:27:59.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..totally</title><content type='html'>I am so sick for the past few days that I have to put all my studies on hold, which might sound fun to you but I am incredibly worried about my upcoming Microbiology exam next week. Yesterday, I had fever for like the whole day. It kept on coming on and off, like it will come back whenever I am outdoors. I had to skip work yesterday afternoon and went back for a three hour nap. I got too guilty after I woke up, so i decided to study at the library after dinner. I woke up like in the middle of the night not being able to sleep. I think it's because I coughed too much. Today, I skipped study group. The only reason is because I am coughing too much that I feel like my liver is going to come out any second when I cough. I decided to visit the University Health System, hoping that the doctor will prescribe some medicine. To my dismay, it's closed today for some flu shot stuff. I went to the pharmacy instead to get some cough suppressant by Vicks. Hopefully it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at the Duderstadt library, hoping to get some studying done. I need to learn to stop worrying and let things be since I have already worked that hard. I have this incoming freshman friend from Malaysia whom is so excited about coming to UofM. She kept emailing me asking me stuff about CMB major. Not that I am not willing to help her, just want to say that I was like totally opposite of her when I was an incoming freshman. I didn't email any seniors, nor did I find out any requirements etc. Bet she's going to be another super smarty pants. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Lots of stuff for me to do. Studies for Microbio and Genetics have be stagnant for a while. AND, our California trip needs accommodation arrangement ASAP.  Hope I can study in between my coughs today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930163527148751619-3715547510527176161?l=sleepling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/feeds/3715547510527176161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/sicktotally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3715547510527176161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930163527148751619/posts/default/3715547510527176161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepling.blogspot.com/2007/11/sicktotally.html' title='Sick..totally'/><author><name>Szu Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293261099781036432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930163527148751619.post-4346047133645741027</id><published>2007-11-06T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:17:40.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Bored With Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am supposed to go to the library to study for the upcoming exam, but this is the time when I MUST study, but I don't feel like it. And, I am so bored and tired of the studying+studying+studying life, so I decided to start a blog, a REAL blog. Actually, this is already my third blog, the previous two just died off. So if I don't keep this alive, my best friend would kill me. (He knows I am talking about him) I got inspired by some of the bloggers out there, so I thought that I could start one by myself. So here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This blog was created not for writing any great things that happened to me or whatsoever, and I don't think I will have many pictures to post because I don't like to take photographs, and I don't like to be photographed either. This blog is purely for entertainment purposes and to feed my desire of writing. *Laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just got back all of my exam 2 scores for every subject, great, I did so horribly. I know that you will read up to here and say "you always say that when you get your scores". Yes, I always say that, and the fact is, it is always the truth. It might be that you and me define 'horribly' differently I guess. The next exam is just 9 days away. Guess I have to make myself study anyways. 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