<?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-8581287963824318583</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:21:52.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarbluz's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1809598593253160189</id><published>2009-02-10T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:39:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog...</title><content type='html'>For certain reasons, I had started a new blog in www.wordpress.com. Please feel free to read it. Ultimately, I will try to still use this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: http://sugarbluz.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for viewing... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1809598593253160189?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1809598593253160189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1809598593253160189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1809598593253160189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1809598593253160189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog.html' title='A new blog...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1844364669017556605</id><published>2009-02-01T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:12:36.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOlam pHOtOS ^_^</title><content type='html'>These are our kolam crew:&lt;br /&gt;BK, me, Yen Cheng, on top is mama and then there's Jia Wen with the vegetarian's stall's purple shirt. Me like-ee the colour... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SYWp95jvobI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WeBVz9pSYiY/s1600-h/Image0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SYWp95jvobI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WeBVz9pSYiY/s400/Image0149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297827417559114162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our product: The kolam named "Peacock" Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SYWrmW4ZmiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fiGXXtFRVy0/s1600-h/Image0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SYWrmW4ZmiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fiGXXtFRVy0/s400/Image0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297829212136774178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1844364669017556605?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1844364669017556605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1844364669017556605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1844364669017556605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1844364669017556605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/kolam-photos.html' title='KOlam pHOtOS ^_^'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SYWp95jvobI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WeBVz9pSYiY/s72-c/Image0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1262772707268762540</id><published>2009-02-01T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:45:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting cards... huhu *_*</title><content type='html'>Greeting cards has been in our culture since long ago. Although the origin is unknown, perhaps it was derived from personal letters and postcards. Therefore, by culture, I am talking internationally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always the one who received greeting cards from my fellow friends and acquaintances. As a matter of fact, I would even keep the pretty and cute ones like for years; but not anymore... For a giver, I am consider a 0-0. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, on the day I was to take a train back to my hometown, I bought some greeting cards, which prove to be useless or rather, sit on my desk for next year's arrival. The reason? Why, I forgot them totally and thus didn't even touched or mailed them. Maybe it's because I was never a giver of greeting cards. LOL... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my friends, guess you all have to wait until next year then... hehe ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1262772707268762540?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1262772707268762540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1262772707268762540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1262772707268762540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1262772707268762540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/greeting-cards-huhu.html' title='Greeting cards... huhu *_*'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3293924757349180239</id><published>2009-02-01T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:21:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The endless world of dificulties...</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh, the endless world of difficulties...&lt;br /&gt;from the day we were born to this world&lt;br /&gt;we learn to crawl, walk and talk&lt;br /&gt;after endless of falling down and tripping and bumping our heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, the endless world of difficulties...&lt;br /&gt;when we attend our primary, secondary and university&lt;br /&gt;we strive for excellency and competency&lt;br /&gt;after endless of trying and failing and scratching our heads till it bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, the endless world of difficulties...&lt;br /&gt;for I do not know the road beyond my graduation&lt;br /&gt;is it work, play or travel around the world?&lt;br /&gt;however, one thing is certain -&lt;br /&gt;there will still be a string of difficulties that we are to pull through all of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** But, for now, Illustrator cs3 is one of my road of difficulty. Hopefully I can manage it as soon as possible to complete the whole look of my book... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3293924757349180239?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3293924757349180239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3293924757349180239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3293924757349180239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3293924757349180239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/endless-world-of-dificulties.html' title='The endless world of dificulties...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1559698191954767338</id><published>2009-01-24T07:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:50:29.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is uncertain!!!! So appreciate it!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Penang yesterday's wee morning and went to my "parents'" house that night as well. It was altogether a perfect night: we ate some real "atap chi", had stingray "bakar" as dinner and took us home some goodies from our "parents". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering who's these "parents' I'm referring to? Well, joined a program called "Xia Xiang" two years ago and all of us are "adopted" by these kind uncles and aunties as their "children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the conversation with auntie, we had a shock of our life. It seems that Edwin's "father" had passed away somewhere in November. If I was to recall, he was a nice, healthy and kindly person. But just because of an appendix removal cost him his life as that was the time the cancer cells attacked him in the back. Furthermore, he suffered a lot and wet on his way in three months time. That's really really fast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends, please appreciate your life and live it the best for your own sake!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1559698191954767338?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1559698191954767338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1559698191954767338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1559698191954767338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1559698191954767338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-uncertain-so-appreciate-it.html' title='Life is uncertain!!!! So appreciate it!!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5926339695189726560</id><published>2009-01-20T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:09:36.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sounds terrible and dangerous, huh? Well, it certainly is... (phew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Yen Cheng's house on last Friday till Sunday. Nothing bad happened on Friday as we were out the entire day and only returned at night, so it's alright. Then came Saturday... This is when the title happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Cheng said we can only dine one meal outside, which is reasonable for me (save money also), so I went along with her plan and chose to dine outside for dinner. Thus, we had to cook ourselves lunch, right? So we thought of making macaroni with tomato puree (Kimball: not bad, not bad at all). So macaroni is set (boiled and dried), so here comes the frying part (we are making the dry version). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as Jen Hann's non-stickable pan looks erm... erm... not that healthy? (with the black little thing coming out), so we, okay, I went on to the other wok and didn't know of one fact that made the following incident happened: I didn't know the wok was thin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you guessed what happened? Precisely that... After the macaroni is boiled with a big fire, I switched it just instantly with the wok, with the big fire. I poured in the oil and the wok started to smoke. Lots of smoke was coming out of the wok. Then whoosh!!!! The oil caught fire!!!!! It was like when those Chinese chef put some wine and then kaboom!!!! came the flame... That was exactly what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly switched off the switch and waited for the oil and fire to cease. &lt;br /&gt;Formula: oil (-) = fire (-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually it died and was I so glad... (phew). Yen Cheng almost made a huge mistake by wanting to pour water in it, but didn't. &lt;br /&gt;Formula: water (-) = fire (-) as oil (+ floating on water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so guilty and kept apologizing for like a million time (okay, i know, that's exaggerating, but for dramatic effect... You know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5926339695189726560?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5926339695189726560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5926339695189726560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5926339695189726560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5926339695189726560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/fire.html' title='Fire!!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-998241592845448472</id><published>2009-01-14T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:43:40.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful yet memorable experience...</title><content type='html'>Just now I went for Ponggal making contest with Mama Khe Li. I must stress something: YES!!!! I SURVIVED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Well, first of all, I'm not a girl scout ever since I was in high school. Even though I was one in primary school, they didn't really taught us how to cook with sticks and bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I almost choked on the thick smoke that coming out from the fire. My eyes were practically watering whilst my throat burns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)The flickering fire kept me busy all throughout the process. I panicked when I discovered that the fire had gone out and have to fan vigorously on the flickering bit so that it can burst into flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)We didn't read the instructions clearly. Thus, we put in the rice even before the milk even spilt out from the urn (it should be so) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, YES!!!!! I SURVIVED!!!! Truly a painful yet memorable experience.... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-998241592845448472?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/998241592845448472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=998241592845448472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/998241592845448472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/998241592845448472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/painful-yet-memorable-experience.html' title='Painful yet memorable experience...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6684237856485046035</id><published>2009-01-14T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:23:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year and last semester to have fun</title><content type='html'>After this semester is over, I'll no longer known as the undergraduate as I am still now. Having that in mind, I'm giving my all to have fun - that means everything that I never had experienced before and YES, I found my chance in the Ponggal Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I participate in making kolam, a beautiful decoration that is made out of colourful beras hancur (I believed that it's that)designed on the floor. There were cute Pikachu in a colourful heart-shaped circle, two butterflies, in which one is cuter then the other, Spongebob (very nice), Patrick (Spongebob's friend), one ponggal design with lamps on four corners, a simple design with the ponggal pouring out, and a peacock that I thought was a duck until I was told by my friends. Then there is, of course, ours.... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our produced kolam is of a peacock in the middle of a circle and surrounded by more intricate design. All efforts from those below should be appreciated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yen Cheng     - the head of designer (we did give our suggestions as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama Khe Li   - the one who strive although she feels pain here and there and want to be a superman on the floor (lying flat, that's superman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Carmen        - was playing ping pong but came to help us anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Boon Kheng    - also helped us by pouring in the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Me, of course - though I didn't helped much. Why? Because I look mighty highly on the quality and I didn't know the right method at first... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6. Cheng Lee (our initial team member) - can't make it. She has to buy some important books, so to speak. Pity actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours did attract lots of attention. One guy even said he's jealous. LOL... And here's a little scoop: ssssshhhhh... We might actually win the contest. It is going to be announced late tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious with what we had done? Don't worry. Once I get my hands on the picture, I'll post it here immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I'm proud of our product even though some people might not comprehend the content of it... See if you can appreciate it ya? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6684237856485046035?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6684237856485046035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6684237856485046035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6684237856485046035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6684237856485046035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-year-and-last-semester-to-have-fun.html' title='Last year and last semester to have fun'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-9030588518170391327</id><published>2009-01-13T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:45:25.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling in love already!!! How?</title><content type='html'>Eh, eh, eh? The title is definitely eye-catching, right? Yes, I'm falling in love already!!!! Unfortunately, it's not a he or a she (not a person, that is), it's a language - Russian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled you?! &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;Yeah!!!! Then I have accomplished my mission. Hahahahaha.... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-9030588518170391327?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9030588518170391327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=9030588518170391327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9030588518170391327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9030588518170391327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-falling-in-love-already-how.html' title='I&apos;m falling in love already!!! How?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1261979145733621019</id><published>2009-01-12T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:20:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone fancy classical music?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were supposedly go for a concerto (kind of), but alas! we didn't manage to buy the tickets. It was a pity, no doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been crazy over Nodame Cantabile for weeks now, especially of the Blue Rhapsody. It sounds always playful and cheerful. Maybe that was when I started to notice of classical music. To be in an orchestra, playing to your heart content to please the audience is such noble and happy thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there are lots of such events happening all throughout the year in KLCC and the tickets only ranges from the minimum RM10 to RM100++. If you are interested, tell me and I'll tell you the details afterwards... Hehe... Bon apetito!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1261979145733621019?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1261979145733621019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1261979145733621019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1261979145733621019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1261979145733621019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/anyone-fancy-classical-music.html' title='Anyone fancy classical music?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5186751561823448052</id><published>2009-01-12T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:13:34.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement...</title><content type='html'>It's my first time seeing a singer with her chorus all singing and dancing together. They seemed to enjoy themselves though. But, it's gives me a headache rather seeing all those dresses and shirts of different colours twirling here and there. Can't comprehend what I'm saying? Well, I'm talking about a concert of Sofia Rotoru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the songs that I heard of during Russian class today, I think I like Prime Minister better. Maybe it's more of my generation. Haha... Pop, upbeat and slow rhythm blending together to form the perfect tune, I must say... It was really nice. And there's this guy who look like a chinese, which is in this boy band too... He's cute... But, now I'm wondering whether he's a chinese or a Russian as his russian is very fluent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my... Music doesn't know of boundaries, huh? That's why I never look for music based on looks (the singers; however, if the music is good and the singer is cute or good looking, no doubt it's an extra benefit), language and genre (though I really hate heavy metal)... Especially Vitas... My my... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5186751561823448052?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5186751561823448052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5186751561823448052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5186751561823448052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5186751561823448052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/amusement.html' title='Amusement...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5621139298639886351</id><published>2009-01-11T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:44:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>"Moderation, moderation" is the phrase frequently used among us human being, but can it be achieved so easily? I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, I'm an addict. Not drug type, but anything in general beside that. When I'm really addicted, nobody can stop me from having it. It's that serious, believe me. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered once that I was spending my mid term break in college with some friends. They have the Korean drama series. I was so obsessed with it that I only slept for a mere half an hour and finished it upon sunrise. Besides that, I just managed to finish the comic that I caught fever upon. I was that determined that I even woke up early like five or six something just to read it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, I'm hooked on buying clothes. Though the initial plan is to just buy whichever that is necessary, which, in this case, for Chinese New Year, but it eventually turned out to be more then that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... Addiction is indeed a worse case that can happen to a human being. One will need the steel will to steer it away. Do I have that? Hmmmm... (thinking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5621139298639886351?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5621139298639886351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5621139298639886351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5621139298639886351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5621139298639886351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7640124034794854647</id><published>2009-01-08T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:54:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had fun yesterday...</title><content type='html'>After the family gathering on the 3rd of January, we arranged for another yesterday. Though the number of people that attended is just a few, but we still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Yen Cheng, mama and I went earlier to buy ticket and shopping of course. LOL... I managed to buy a pink spaghetti top and a tube blouse. Then, we had dinner at Sweet Chat. I had the Christmas set 2: a shepherd pie with some salad, a chocolate/strawbrry parfait (of course I chose chocolate) and a glass of iced lemon tea. It was that filling that I shouted out with joy upon finishing the food. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to watch the movie entitled "Bed time Stories". It was nice. And it was also the first time that I saw BK's girlfriend. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7640124034794854647?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7640124034794854647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7640124034794854647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7640124034794854647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7640124034794854647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-fun-yesterday.html' title='Had fun yesterday...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4549244953915444423</id><published>2009-01-07T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:45:11.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In depth words to remember by...</title><content type='html'>This is a story that I received via e-mail and I would like to share it with you: ENJOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of graduates, highly established in their careers, got together to&lt;br /&gt;visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into&lt;br /&gt;complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee, the professor said: 'If you&lt;br /&gt;noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the simple and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... Then you began eyeing each other's cups.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this, said the professor, 'Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us.  Enjoy your coffee!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4549244953915444423?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4549244953915444423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4549244953915444423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4549244953915444423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4549244953915444423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-depth-words-to-remember-by.html' title='In depth words to remember by...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8293235694789348862</id><published>2009-01-02T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:14:15.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration~~~</title><content type='html'>I went to www.crunchyroll.com yesterday to watch some movie; however, which ever movie that I chose is being removed, even such short movie of 5 minutes. Of course the focus is not here. It's of movies that are rated as matured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether it's because of the cultural differences, or perhaps it's just some technical problem, but most people wouldn't approve of such so called indecency. Hmmmm... I wonder why. Couldn't they just take it as a form of art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part of it is that people seldom want to be out of their comfort zone; they would prefer to protect themselves in shells. Some countries even banned such movies, but why? There's nothing wrong about it: some smooching, hugging and maybe sexual intercourse are part of our life as human being, no? But they tend to hide it as if it's some black magic or vodoo although they do it often in their privacy of a so-called home or hotel... I just don't get it. It's so hypocritical... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8293235694789348862?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8293235694789348862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8293235694789348862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8293235694789348862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8293235694789348862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration~~~'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6134773473884540915</id><published>2008-12-31T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:48:41.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected surprise</title><content type='html'>We often listen to the term stereotype, prejudice, discrimination and so on... Even if you think you are not that kind of person, I think deep down there's a tinge of this and that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instant, I never wanted to study the Russian lanaguage. Perhaps because it doesn't sound nice to me or maybe it's just that it seems hard? No hard feelings, all the russians out there... But due to some inevitable cases, I'm obliged to take that course and today is the first day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not as difficult as I thought it to be. Of course, apart from the alphabets, the writting and the pronunciation, there are still some link that have me feeling, "yeah, it sounds okay still for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the class for today, we listen to this guy, Vitas's song... He's really good, resulting in me searching for his profile online. And guess what?! He can even imitate chipmunk's voice and has a very high-pitched voice as well. It doesn't break glass, but you will be mesmerized by his voice... Ahhhhhh.... Nice... Kind of remind me of this blue coloured creature who sang opera in one of the alien movies... Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check him out at www.youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;Just insert Vitas and you will find unexpected surprise ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6134773473884540915?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6134773473884540915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6134773473884540915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6134773473884540915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6134773473884540915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/unexpected-surprise.html' title='Unexpected surprise'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6102890558756802937</id><published>2008-12-28T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:39:37.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days before the end of 2008</title><content type='html'>Ah... Time does flew by, eh? Just a few days till the end of 2008... and on will come 2009... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such a time, my mind wander to what I had been up to this great year. I had been a "mother" in the first half of the year (don't get me wrong; it's a family system in my college) and we had been to places - to be precise, a one-day family trip... And I also had some unpleasant revelation and confrontation with my room mates. Besides that, I had been to Yen Cheng's house a few times and had the worst western food ever (the lamb steak is really burnt until you can't even stand a taste of it; however, the boss is willing to change it), which is in her residence's vicinity. I'd also went and do some survey on restaurants, in which case, I entered lots of shops that I never went in before. But, alas!! The survey flew away as I didn't attached it with pictures. well, it's all my fault. Who ask me not to know the features of my own laptop?! (sigh)... I also learnt a lot from my Spanish course, especially of Spanish and its civilization... It is also my first time not having gathering in our usual place, which is in Prangin mall. I'd been to Salsas and Obake-ya... I also went to the first Christmas presentation in Dewan Sri Pinang (first time in Hokkien too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a great year and hopefully 2009 will bring more surprises!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6102890558756802937?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6102890558756802937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6102890558756802937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6102890558756802937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6102890558756802937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-days-before-end-of-2008.html' title='A few days before the end of 2008'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7538598572491662700</id><published>2008-12-23T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:54:38.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Change" Review</title><content type='html'>I must admit one thing: I was never interested in politics until the point where my family members - my dad, mom and sister will be discussing such matters and yet I don't understand any of it... That was who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last semester I had a change of my lifetime. For our Spanish course, we were to learn about their civilization, which includes politics. That's where I learnt of the differences and things like that. Still, Malaysia's politics is still beyond my reach. And two days before, another view of politics came into my life - a drama series called "Change" by Takuya Kimura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great series for me. If you think less of it, it's okay... Well, I might be too optimistic or perhaps idealist, but this show gives us hope that there would be a day where politics is really based on the people. That the politicians will use the same eyes as ours to look into the political situation, that they will use the same ears as ours to listen to the people's woes even though the voice is too feeble, that they will use the same hands as ours to work diligently to help our people, that they will use the same feet as ours to guide us to a greater path. By then, there will be no differences between the politicians and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are still politicians that think highly of themselves just because their ranks seems noble, but that's not the way things should be. We are all human being, no different than you and me. We all have the same things - eyes, ears, hands and feet. So why the arrogance? Of course, there are those that willing to help the people no matter the cost is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I learnt a lot from it and perhaps... I might go and vote... hehe... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7538598572491662700?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7538598572491662700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7538598572491662700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7538598572491662700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7538598572491662700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/review.html' title='&quot;Change&quot; Review'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7262364430407509106</id><published>2008-12-18T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:01:37.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it's like that...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's like that&lt;br /&gt;when you want something&lt;br /&gt;and then when you get it&lt;br /&gt;you don't desire it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's like that&lt;br /&gt;you have all those vision in your head&lt;br /&gt;yet you don't have the capital&lt;br /&gt;to realise all your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's like that&lt;br /&gt;you want to find easy paying job with flexible hours&lt;br /&gt;yet you know with such recession&lt;br /&gt;that it's quite impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's like that&lt;br /&gt;something seems fanciful for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;but when you really approach it&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a nightmare to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter gender, race or age&lt;br /&gt;it seems that all of us have that disease&lt;br /&gt;which is hopeless; yet seems real&lt;br /&gt;the disease of: the grass on the other side is greener&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7262364430407509106?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7262364430407509106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7262364430407509106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7262364430407509106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7262364430407509106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-its-like-that.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s like that...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-679282531465771533</id><published>2008-12-18T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:55:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctuality....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt annoyed or irritated when people around you do not come in time? I mean, I'm not asking everyone to be 15 minutes earlier; but, at least you will be on time. However, to make thing worst, friends or acquaintance of mine will say that "if friends, you wouldn't mind waiting, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian culture is like that, chinese culture also like that. Well, I don't know about china's chinese culture, but you get what I mean... Even in weddings, we are to wait until eight something although the time stated in the invitation is actually at 7.30... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel angry, but what can I do?! After awhile, the tide of hopelessness swept away the anger and replaced with... nothing... You don't feel it anymore. Still, there are times where you are gnawed by the suddeness of anger creeping in. Eventually, this process will go in circle endlessly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will people realise the importance of being punctual? If only they know that it reflects badly on themselves... (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-679282531465771533?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/679282531465771533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=679282531465771533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/679282531465771533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/679282531465771533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/punctuality.html' title='Punctuality....'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3050756083313165631</id><published>2008-12-16T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:27:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow~~~~ I'm impressed...</title><content type='html'>This thursday we are suppose to go to Obake-Ya, which is a japanese jail themed restaurant... Therefore, I went hunting for reviews and information about that particular restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the info hunting, I found this guy's blog. He's called Desmond Tan and he really can write... Why? Well, he can managed four blogs at a time and that's amazing!!!! I don't think I'll ever have that much to write about... My life is not as exciting as his, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even more impressed when I went to read one of his blog, audio slaved. It was awesome, especially with the signature's clip... My my... he's good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, another lesson learnt and another horizon being opened thanks to him... Thank you!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3050756083313165631?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3050756083313165631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3050756083313165631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3050756083313165631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3050756083313165631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-im-impressed.html' title='Wow~~~~ I&apos;m impressed...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4882270786526755674</id><published>2008-12-12T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:47:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt annoyed by some comments of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt a pang of jelousy when your crush chose someone else other than you - who, in fact, is, in your eyes, lack everything than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt belittled when people disagree with your idea, saying it's impossible or ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt left out when you couldn't catch up with your fellow classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt insecure when people criticise how you look physically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are more such annoying things in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do know one true statement: everyone has their own values, beliefs, ideas of how the ideal world should be due to the difference in their individualism, culture and all. That makes the differences in opinions and everything... but that doesn't mean you are wrong, as you have your own belief as well... When their ideas is in contrast with ours, just look at it in a broader way... in that case, you are looking at the issue in their shoes and you will learn more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4882270786526755674?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4882270786526755674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4882270786526755674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4882270786526755674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4882270786526755674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-2726087360992623830</id><published>2008-12-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:40:00.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different in a way...</title><content type='html'>Both are blogs, but why is there such major difference? The only mere difference is the language usage, but... the feeling is just so different... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps I'm not as poetic as I think I am?", I asked myself oftenly as I read my friends' blogs. Most of them use chinese and the sentimentality that's uncovered is more than mine... It's so, so, so wonderful... even when it's just simple words, the emotion that flow through is marvellous... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had never been a real fan of chinese, which in that sense, I mean about the evolution, the vocabulary and syntax - stuff like that, the electrifying emotion that run through my course everytime I read their blogs are undeniable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... when would I be like them? Or perhaps I should try using spanish instead? (n_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-2726087360992623830?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2726087360992623830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=2726087360992623830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2726087360992623830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2726087360992623830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-in-way.html' title='Different in a way...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4509728237972999314</id><published>2008-12-09T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:50:24.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick... Some more, before the gathering?!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm ill, really ill - coughing tremendously... I was infected yesterday. And I'm sandwiched between having a serious cough and going out with my friends. Of course, I'll go out with my friends no matter what since the place is already being booked... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope for the best - that I'll be better today.... Can't wait for tomorrow... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4509728237972999314?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4509728237972999314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4509728237972999314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4509728237972999314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4509728237972999314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick-sick-some-more-before-gathering.html' title='Sick sick... Some more, before the gathering?!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-2075873018165347582</id><published>2008-12-03T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:50:50.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn babies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/fe/d/AAAAAq_TFxMAAAAAAP7d9Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/fe/d/AAAAAq_TFxMAAAAAAP7d9Q.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://collectdolls.about.com/library/graphics/welcomeemily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 169px;" src="http://collectdolls.about.com/library/graphics/welcomeemily.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these pictures. Do you find them real?! Well, to our astonishment, they are merely dolls, though advance in technology. They are called Reborn babies... These dolls are made to weigh like a real baby and have all the features of a real baby. They have a heartbeat as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my long-ago doll, a human like baby girl doll - a present from an auntie of mine. This dolls has a feature: when you move her in a certain angle, her shut eyes will then be opened. At first, I was thrilled. but days after, I'm terrified of her. She will always be near me, eye-level and I would imagined her staring at me... It was spooky, no doubt... Eventually, I could not stand her anymore and threw her away. Due to the terror of her finding me (a child's wild imagination back then), I tore off all her limbs before dumping her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, reborn babies are all around the world. Though as a work of art, I do not mind them being here, I would still rather not have them near me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-2075873018165347582?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2075873018165347582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=2075873018165347582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2075873018165347582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2075873018165347582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/reborn-babies.html' title='Reborn babies...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1018861021815975408</id><published>2008-12-01T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:15:50.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer is imperfect...</title><content type='html'>As I had said earlier, today is my battle day - to compete with my other peers to obtain the courses that we want, and that I hope everything will go smoothly, right? NO, it did not turned out the way I want... I'll tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we register, there is a period where we are suppose to do evaluation on the lecturers that taught us via the Net. That is fine with me. As I forgot to evaluate 22 semesters beforehand, I learnt my lesson and quickly do it. Now there is a slight problem here. I attended a faculty course entitled Bahasa dan Makna, and this consist of four lecturers altogether. But, as a person of logic, we will only go for our lecture and tutorial lecturer, right? However, I decided to ask advice from my friends: whether to evaluate all of them or not, just for precaution and I had different voice out. A friend of mine told me that she just evaluate those that taught her last semester and nothing happened. So I decided to take her word. This is where it started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called artificial intelligence won't let me register with the excuse that I didn't do the evaluation. Another friend of mine was in major problem than mine. She was in industrial training last semester and they wanted her to evaluate. What is there to evaluate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were suppose to evaluate, at least let us enter the evaluation thing; yet, NO... If I have many choices, I wouldn't care less; however, a major course of mine clashes with 90% of the electives, which means if I don't get my desired courses, I'm doomed. And the stupid computer only can analyse without knowing the truth behind it. If the course doesn't use Internet and other resources, is it the lecturer's fault? So, when I put non applicable, I will get my lecturer into trouble; moreover, even when they are not my lecturers, I'm obligated to evaluate them and give them good-enough grades?! It's extremely absurd!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just because my final project don't have a study location that I can't register that course!!!! It's so frustrating, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, however fast and accurate a computer is, the people behind it is us - human beings that control them. Perhaps they are those lazy bums that pour all the lecturers' names without considering the consequences. Perhaps it's convenient for them at that time, but today it sure got them into a big wok of frying oil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: And they want to vote via the Net?! Please, don't waste your money on it. Remember that it will lag when people swarm in just to vote. In the end, the results is still unfair. It's still not democracy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course papers will be wasted for such things and computers does make it easy, but don't abuse them... Sometimes, they are too strict and straight to realise their mistakes, but we are the one who make the awful mistakes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1018861021815975408?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1018861021815975408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1018861021815975408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1018861021815975408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1018861021815975408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/computer-is-imperfect.html' title='Computer is imperfect...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8349576081850090492</id><published>2008-12-01T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:11:34.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring?!</title><content type='html'>Tell me something - is words boring to you? It's never to me, though I must admit that I like pictures too. But imagine this: If I were to show a picture and ask you to express your opinion on it, don't you need words as an instrument? Even if I didn't ask you to, your mind is still blabbering with words about how you feel and think about the picture, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friend, is the miracle of words, language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me that words are boring; they are not... Pictures are indeed pretty with so much colour that flows life into it, but people need words to express their sentiments out loud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8349576081850090492?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8349576081850090492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8349576081850090492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8349576081850090492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8349576081850090492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring.html' title='Boring?!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7272345868077706971</id><published>2008-12-01T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:00:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>It feels so weird that I'm having this urge to just call out to everyone that I know to read my blog. I mean, yes, people do say that blogging is a powerful instrument to pour your heart out to something, or perhaps you can say "someone", without the fear that it might be known by your friends or family. It is, in fact, just some meaningless reading, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Yen Cheng once said that she's afraid to let go all her guards down as she feared that whatever she said will directly or indirectly affect the realtionship between her loved ones. As a matter of fact, maybe that is why people would rather not disclosed their URL... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then feeling of not known is gnawed at me this very instant. Yes, I know for certain that my blog is not as interesting as my friends, but to be abandoned?! The feeling is just not nice? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. It's just a phase, I presume...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7272345868077706971?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7272345868077706971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7272345868077706971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7272345868077706971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7272345868077706971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8672805673519129876</id><published>2008-12-01T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:47:06.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings before the big day - REGISTRATION!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh oh... it's that dreaded day yet again... Hopefully everything is going smoothly. Last semester I had outdone myself, no doubt, with having to evaluate and racing with time to compete with my peers just in order to get my choice of a course. Fortunately, the only flaw that was being done is the modern theater (sigh) I did not had fun at all, though it should be interesting if the lecturer is not such a lazy and slow bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm ready with all the code of the courses that I want. All I need to do is wait until 0900 tomorrow so that the competition of time is on... Maybe it's because of last semester that I'm sweating like a pig now; not because the weather is hot, but due to the uneasiness and panicky feeling that is creeping into my soul every beat of my heart... Hope it will be nice and slow... (prays)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8672805673519129876?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8672805673519129876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8672805673519129876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8672805673519129876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8672805673519129876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelings-before-big-day-registration.html' title='Feelings before the big day - REGISTRATION!!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6298527784501890558</id><published>2008-11-30T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:05:22.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY project</title><content type='html'>I think I never told you that I am having a long-term project going on. It is for the future, but I'm doing it little by little currently. The project is mainly about refurnishing and renovate my family's house - to repaint, throw old and ruined furniture, adding and changing all those old, worn out stuff, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went out with my sister to accompany her to buy her baking utensils. Originally, I just want to take a walk and not to buy anything; however, we went to Gama and I was enchanted by a pair of baby blue sandals, but I did not bought it. Then we went to buy her stuff, returning exhausted and annoyed as she forgot that today is Sunday and that most shops are closed. Fortunately, we did find her baking utensils in Giant. That was where I saw the thing that I want: a zig-zag shaped shoe rack. It cost RM59. I bought it eventually despite disapproval from my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to our house, we unwrapped the shoe rack eagerly (it's DIY by the way), in which my sister made a huge gap. I was really pissed. Then we scratched our heads thinking of the method to fix it up as there were no instructions given... During the process, we laughed and teased each other a lot and managed to fix it up in no time at all. It was really fun. Perhaps it's true that DIY project does bond a relationship to the next level. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6298527784501890558?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6298527784501890558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6298527784501890558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6298527784501890558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6298527784501890558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/diy-project.html' title='DIY project'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-856385915251105363</id><published>2008-11-30T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:53:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chung Hwa Confucian gathering...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was marvellous... initially we were suppose to go to Evergreen hotel, but they changed the plan abruptly to Flame (the steamboat shop opposite the old Por Tay high school). Fortunately, I think I'm much pleased with the latter. I also found out that the cocoa boutique that I visited during Upper Six in Kuala Lumpur has a branch here in Penang; moreover, it is just one shop beside Flame!!!! How coincidental, right? I still remember vividly how the taste of the chocolate coated coffee bean linger within my tongue. It is heaven, no doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/72/177703717_d909064d08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/177703717_d909064d08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the price is considerable reasonable as it is dinner buffet with lots of seafood. There's salmon sashimi, unagi with fried rice, crab, scallop, prawns, small lobsters and other poultry and meat such as beef, mutton and pork. Besides that, they served eight variety of soup. Our table ordered milk ginger and tom yam. At first taste, the milk ginger taste horrible with straw mushroom, but it turned out better with other ingredients... then there was the fried bean curd. It's really heaven. Two types of drink is served, which is orange juice and the sugarcane herbal tea. And there is ice-cream too. Yum yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betelbox.com/gallery/pictures/steamboat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.betelbox.com/gallery/pictures/steamboat2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After member discount of 20%, it is only RM55 per person. As I'm a salmon sashimi lover, I ate a lot. Should had eaten more. (sigh) They even has lunch buffet that only cost RM23++. Not bad, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredible. I saw some friends that I have not seen for a whole of 10 years!!! Can you imagine that?! 10 years... My my... And then we shifted to Northern Beach Cafe, which remind me of the Xia Xiang's activity... It was really fun... We chatted till one something then only willing to depart. Yik Song also told us lots of scary stories... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doopy1956.com/graphics/casper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 437px; height: 339px;" src="http://doopy1956.com/graphics/casper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-856385915251105363?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/856385915251105363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=856385915251105363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/856385915251105363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/856385915251105363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/chung-hwa-confucian-gathering.html' title='Chung Hwa Confucian gathering...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-486239437607689686</id><published>2008-11-24T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:39:09.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody moody MOODY!!!</title><content type='html'>I was in slumber land today and was repeatedly called to wake by my mom... She asked me to do laundry and this and that.Yada yada yada... And I threw a tantrum at her. I mean I'm sorry, but what would you have done when your beauty sleep is disturbed?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she always has this weird thing going on her. She'll say,"no need, no need. I'll do it when I come back", in which actually meant she's behaving like a child and that she actually want you to do it. For crying out loud, then why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time, I tell you. There were several times back then when we asked her whether to buy her food outside and she said no, I don't want; yet, when we bought our food and returned, she'll say "you really didn't buy for me?" Tell you one thing, we are not your mind reader, alright? That's one thing I don't like about certain women. They are sooooo unpredictable. Why can't you just make up your mind and just tell us your exact thoughts?! But, NO, you must let us play the stupid mind-reading game!!!! Arrrrgh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody moody MOODY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-486239437607689686?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/486239437607689686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=486239437607689686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/486239437607689686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/486239437607689686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/moody-moody-moody.html' title='Moody moody MOODY!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-9152336454983174750</id><published>2008-11-23T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:34:23.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A waste of money!! Really!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I read an article about renaming the streets in Kuala Lumpur and I was, like, frustrated by those people who don't think before acting maturely. Okay, okay, this news might be quite long already (it was in October), but I didn't read then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one would definitely had noticed the unhapiness that is caused within the residents and the tourists as well. It's the Jalan Alor that I'm talking about. Personally, I think the residents' and the tourists' argumentation is reasonable. Besides, do they (the people who came to such decision) think that renaming these streets are a waste of money? You have to take down the poles, I guess that is what they are called, paint it again (needs money too, no?) and to stake it back into the road (don't need money also, is it?) And they have the nerve to say that uh, it's to give the tourists a better image of the street. Isn't it bullshit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Stop wasting money on stupid stuff. Don't forget it's our money that you are spending it on. So please? nay, I don't think that word is appropiate, spend wisely, for goodness sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tourists aren't complaining, why should you be such a busybody and fuck up all this nonsense bullshit?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-9152336454983174750?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9152336454983174750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=9152336454983174750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9152336454983174750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9152336454983174750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/waste-of-money-really.html' title='A waste of money!! Really!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1953235585241240877</id><published>2008-11-22T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:22:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices are always a headache</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a credit card advertisement (i think it is so) that feature more or less the same thing - choices are made easy with their bank because you can only see coffee or tea or pasta or rice. Just that simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is never that simple, as much as we, or I, personally would like it to be...&lt;br /&gt;If the world is really abide by the simple rule of either this or that, and not of other long-listing choices, life is easy; however, people are not of a simple minded being. NO, we must have choices - more and more of them... That perhaps is due to man's greed - to be able to choose and not run out of choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, it's a headache... When you are given choices, you are expected to narrow it down to your liking; but, sometimes it's too narrow that you suffocate. How? I'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use friendster, you would know about a list, right? Well, I always try to avoid that if I can... Just to make it simple and fair, I let it put people randomly rather then specifically who and who... As you wouldn't know if you would piss somebody off just because of a no-importance-list. There is no significance, but yet... you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some funny pictures to share about choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ssheen.clara.net/mrsheen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 443px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.ssheen.clara.net/mrsheen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/jlv/lowres/jlvn624l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/jlv/lowres/jlvn624l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robotdarwin.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/choices2-634x396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 634px; height: 396px;" src="http://robotdarwin.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/choices2-634x396.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rma/lowres/rman73l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rma/lowres/rman73l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1953235585241240877?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1953235585241240877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1953235585241240877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1953235585241240877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1953235585241240877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/choices-are-always-headache.html' title='Choices are always a headache'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-664999385268681617</id><published>2008-11-21T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:46:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainwash ar?</title><content type='html'>Is it really brainwash? Should i believe my brother? I guess I'm still indecisive on what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandmother is very old now. 80 perhaps? well, to be honest, I don't know about her much. Now she's the only grandparent that I have; yet, I'm not close to her - I was never close to any of my grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason? Well, it's a rather sensitive issue, so I won't tell you. But my brother told me that it's because of the brainwash. My my, is it so? Or perhaps my reasoning is correct? That her place from mine is far away, that the transportation to go there is troublesome, that we only see each other annually, just during Chinese New Year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but my mind now is a puddle of glue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even made an oral will already. How much time do I still have? before leaving for work, my mom also told me to visit her... Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-664999385268681617?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/664999385268681617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=664999385268681617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/664999385268681617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/664999385268681617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/brainwash-ar.html' title='brainwash ar?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-9006655419063689893</id><published>2008-11-21T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:10:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to think back...</title><content type='html'>It is really nice to think back on what you have been up to in the recent past years or even just about the event that took place just a few days before. But do take note that to have a flashback and to live in the past is totally different. In this case, I'm talking about flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back I gave some photos for my mom to see, including my family 8 of course. It is undeniably my greatest and sweetest memories of all... Up until now, I don't regret on going to meet my CC family. It was a last-minute decision, but I'm glad I did that as I did a lot of activities which I haven't or didn't do beforehand. Here's some pictures that show how happy when I'm with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SSYkD0SobAI/AAAAAAAAADU/iDw_gZS-o6g/s1600-h/740359075l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SSYkD0SobAI/AAAAAAAAADU/iDw_gZS-o6g/s400/740359075l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270940061878742018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SSYmgaszgOI/AAAAAAAAADk/6a8X0kT5ehY/s1600-h/229920506l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SSYmgaszgOI/AAAAAAAAADk/6a8X0kT5ehY/s400/229920506l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270942752248660194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for all this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other part later on, part II, part III and so on... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-9006655419063689893?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9006655419063689893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=9006655419063689893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9006655419063689893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9006655419063689893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-think-back.html' title='to think back...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SSYkD0SobAI/AAAAAAAAADU/iDw_gZS-o6g/s72-c/740359075l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5138428110618290338</id><published>2008-11-18T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:33:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to please...</title><content type='html'>Whoever we are, one thing is for sure: It is extremely hard to please everyone at a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, perhaps he or she would never have to please anyone. Of course, if the parents are very strict, then that would be another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents has to please their children; maybe not now, but sooner they still have to, in the sake of their grandchildren or pity of their children? Undeniably, this case might not happen, but there are still a minority, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers have to please their students, if not, the students will run back crying and complaining to their parents and that might be the end of his or her job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as politicians, if you did not satisfy the cravings and needs of your fellow countrymen, off you go, down the sea and into the shark's mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) So hard to please anyone, but still we are doing it. Why is that? Well, perhaps it is like a hierarchy. One puts pressure on another and the next and the next and the... the cycle will not end. So who is gaining from all of this power abuse, I assume? I guess God is the only one who knows... (Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5138428110618290338?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5138428110618290338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5138428110618290338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5138428110618290338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5138428110618290338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-to-please.html' title='Hard to please...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-391108174716889596</id><published>2008-11-12T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:00:54.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never going to be perfect, got it?</title><content type='html'>At this very moment, I am surfing through the net for information that might be useful for my exams tomorrow, civilization. And guess what I found? That whatever it might be, from one's attempt to make a scrumptious romantic dinner for your beloved, your examination's results to major lot such as power and fame, nothing is going to be perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can dreams of money, fame and materialistic kind of things, but they come with a price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/us-money-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.treehugger.com/us-money-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these will come smoothly till you can cradle them in your hands. You must sacrifice something else in order to grasp them. It is the alchemist rule and it is very true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sacrificing is one sole area which is easier said than done. Say for instance, in the case of Cuba, the current president sure is in a dilemma. In order to have power in his hand, he must force the citizens to depend on him entirely, but he knows perfectly well that he must provide food for his fellow people. Seems hard, right? Yes, it is always so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact that everyone will have their own idealistic way of living, but to truly live it through is another question. Perhaps living idly is never easy... But, we can still dream, and that is the beauty of it all, as nobody can take that away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pravstalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/pravs-j-as-much-as-i-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 503px; height: 792px;" src="http://pravstalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/pravs-j-as-much-as-i-dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful reminder that how marvellous life can be still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-391108174716889596?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/391108174716889596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=391108174716889596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/391108174716889596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/391108174716889596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-never-going-to-be-perfect-got-it.html' title='It&apos;s never going to be perfect, got it?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6585568092850802528</id><published>2008-11-12T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee ar?</title><content type='html'>After reading Tay Yeng's blog about latte, my craving for coffee has heightened. But I am not the so-called coffee lover. And why is that? I only drink it without knowing the differences between each of them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifemastering.com/images/020_coffee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.lifemastering.com/images/020_coffee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the first time that I went into Starbucks. As you know, the coffee over there is well, over the moon, if I might say about the price. Seeing that, I ordered the cheapest coffee there was on the menu (I do not even know what it meant by the name). The barista asked me for confirmation still and I nodded my head off even when I had this weird, creepy feeling already. When it came, it shocked me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very tiny cup of coffee which is covered with whip cream. Up until now, the image is still in my head and yet I do not recall its name. Anyway, I was up onto another surprise: it was the most bitter beverage that I had ever tasated. OH MY GOD!!! As it was quite expensive, I gulped it down despite of the strong aroma still tingling in my throat for several hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the coffee that I have tried before, including mocha, cappucino and latte, and oh, don't forget about Malaysian's favourite coffee, Nescafé, I still prefer black coffee the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marianrubin.com/images/Black%20Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 404px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.marianrubin.com/images/Black%20Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the results of my dad's influence, but a nicely brewed black coffee is always the best. One does not have to go far to a fancy café like Starbucks to get a nice black coffee up in one's hand. Just go to the nearest sundry shop or market and you are with one packet already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is the bitterness that drawn me to it. Or perhaps it is the coffee moustache that make me smile upon thinking of it. But here, in KL, it is really hard to find nice black coffee. Oh, how I miss my cup of black coffee... (Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6585568092850802528?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6585568092850802528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6585568092850802528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6585568092850802528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6585568092850802528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffee-ar.html' title='Coffee ar?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4788859287268246736</id><published>2008-11-10T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:40:16.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycholing over and out...</title><content type='html'>Yes!!!! Not bad, I would say for my Psycholinguistics for today... Now that it is over, I have bigger challenges to handle already, discurso, civilizacion and literatura. And in a stretch some more. (Sigh) should be okay. My only worry is on civilizacion and discurso.... God, please help me get over it good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now... Next report next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4788859287268246736?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4788859287268246736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4788859287268246736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4788859287268246736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4788859287268246736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/psycholing-over-and-out.html' title='Psycholing over and out...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4110675492369906782</id><published>2008-11-08T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:30:54.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total mess up!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had my Bahasa dan Makna exam yesterday and it was very unpredictable, I would say... It was my first time entering an examination hall and my mind went like 80% blank!!!!! It was a nightmare. And upon thinking of it now, I think I made the wrong decision in the selection of questions to be answered. OMG!!!!! I believe that my A has flown away already. In order to obtain an A, I need another 50. Is it achievable? I certainly hope so.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the results is not what I have expected, there is nobody to blame but myself... (Sigh) Indeed a total mess up... (Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4110675492369906782?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4110675492369906782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4110675492369906782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4110675492369906782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4110675492369906782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/total-mess-up.html' title='Total mess up!!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-148914059174226430</id><published>2008-11-08T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:06:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major embarrassment</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!! I did something, and well, it is extremely embarassing. It is sooooo shameful that I cannot state it out loud in this blog. Anyhow, I hope everybody else did not witnessed that, as, well, I was not aware of the incident until I saw it accidentally as well... OMG!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-148914059174226430?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/148914059174226430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=148914059174226430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/148914059174226430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/148914059174226430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/major-embarrassment.html' title='major embarrassment'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5650447664907038456</id><published>2008-11-06T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:13:47.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The enchantment of drizzle</title><content type='html'>As it is, today is my first day having exam and it was syntax. It was okay overall, I guess and hope. And for the next two days I will have my Bahasa dan Makna and translation exam, but that is not the point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping when I heard rain going on. It was a drizzle at a point, and then just like an orchestra, it began its soothing rhythm. It was really tranquilizing to me. I fell into a slumber due to its hypnotizing effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after translation, I still have psycholinguistics, discourse, culture and civilization and last but not least, literature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am awarded an A for my Mumbo Jumbo. Yeah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5650447664907038456?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5650447664907038456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5650447664907038456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5650447664907038456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5650447664907038456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/enchantment-of-drizzle.html' title='The enchantment of drizzle'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8096909388184835167</id><published>2008-11-06T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:00:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, cool and soothing rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eontarionow.com/images/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 506px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.eontarionow.com/images/Rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep telling me that the best activity to do during rain is to cuddle yourself into a ball and sleep. Their reason? Well, it is because it is cold, and with regard to Malaysia's climate, that is the reasonable thing to do, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a different story on my part. Whenever it rains, there are three things that is my favourite. And that is never to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I would take a book and come down to the Seroja study corner or just below my hostel and read leisurely over there (well, I used to do so, but now no more as I am in Worawari and well, the condition does not permit me to so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make an excuse to go down my flat in Penang and just enjoy the literally "Walking in the rain"... and 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this fantasy or owning a house with a tall window sill, whereby there will be cushion or seats near the window sill. And whenever there is rain, I will make myself a hot chocolate and a romance book or any other book for that matter and just sit by the window sill, reading and sipping some of the hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it looks like, well, sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2332533612_4fafe718e2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2332533612_4fafe718e2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8096909388184835167?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8096909388184835167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8096909388184835167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8096909388184835167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8096909388184835167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-cool-and-soothing-rain.html' title='Ah, cool and soothing rain...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6701183067253055841</id><published>2008-11-04T09:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:14:27.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew better...</title><content type='html'>I read a few article just now and learnt a cruel fact in this reality. People who are poor, and especially if they are of a minority race often face invisibility or discrimination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when people such as los zapatistas came and voiced out on their behalf do they have a bigger chance at being seen and helped. No wonder they are so loved by the indigenous people. They were so protected by these residents that when the soldiers wanted to capture the zapatistas, the residents would draw out their basic weapons - sticks and sling shots and drove their enemies out of the village. Incredible, huh? Indeed it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt touched after reading such articles. Perhaps they are considered a threat in the eyes of the government, but they did a noble job and I do hope that their fight will continue until there are less proverty and discrimination going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LOS ZAPATISTAS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6701183067253055841?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6701183067253055841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6701183067253055841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6701183067253055841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6701183067253055841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-knew-better.html' title='I knew better...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5601153051216356490</id><published>2008-11-04T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:58:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want to be</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be shallow;&lt;br /&gt;instead,I want to travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;burying myself in books &lt;br /&gt;to learn more and more till my stomach bulged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I want lots of friends&lt;br /&gt;whom I can talk to, have fun with&lt;br /&gt;and have the craziest time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fearful;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I want to soar in the sky&lt;br /&gt;with no hesitation of what might happened in another second&lt;br /&gt;and just go with the flow of the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a nobody;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I want to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;not of wealth and fame,&lt;br /&gt;but a person who is known within myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be bored;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I want to taste the extraordinary out in the unknown world&lt;br /&gt;to pluck the fruit of obedience and throw it as far as possible&lt;br /&gt;so that I might stay adventurous longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be invisible;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I want to be seen by people I love and cherish&lt;br /&gt;make worthwhile structures that make them proud&lt;br /&gt;to have me in their lives... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5601153051216356490?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5601153051216356490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5601153051216356490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5601153051216356490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5601153051216356490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-want-to-be.html' title='Don&apos;t want to be'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7798641713892512166</id><published>2008-11-04T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:34:57.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants and needs...</title><content type='html'>Before study week begun, my lecturer, Irene told us to find scholarships before the end of this year. Well, I want to do that too, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to differenciate between wants and needs, right? As for now, scholarship is a want for me. I mean, so what if I get a scholarship, I still need to find money to support my flight and stuff like that... I saw Annie applying and I feel a gush of cold wind down my spine. Perhaps it is better that I go abroad when I can afford all the expenses? Or the hell with it. Just try to apply and if get but I still cannot go, I will just cancel it off, right? Yes, I might just do that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7798641713892512166?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7798641713892512166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7798641713892512166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7798641713892512166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7798641713892512166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/wants-and-needs.html' title='Wants and needs...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1314576125329241718</id><published>2008-11-02T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:09:47.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret?</title><content type='html'>If one is to feel regret, that would be a shame as he/she never think the story that is on the other side of a coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I believe in the poem, "The road not taken" by Robert Frost (if I am not mistaken), there will always be two diverged roads or more upon whatever decision that one might take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if one choose route number 1 after considering much, it does not mean your journey will be smooth all throughout. If it is so, it is not life. Life is, how do you say, full of suprises: funny, terrifying, sweet, cruel - that is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do one need to feel remorse? There is no such need for that, except if you had murdered someone in the progress; but elsewhere, absolutely not for such a feeling. In a way, every route will come to a time where you will feel regret for all, only that the duration is different. Some might come as a fast and hard a blow, others drugs that cause a slow and painful death. Whichever that is, never feel REGRET for the things you have done. Besides, once a decision is made, it is really difficult to change the consequences most of the time, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1314576125329241718?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1314576125329241718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1314576125329241718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1314576125329241718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1314576125329241718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/regret.html' title='Regret?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8136827067173665520</id><published>2008-10-28T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:12:22.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest thing in love...</title><content type='html'>The saddest thing in love is when one falls so deeply&lt;br /&gt;That when they lose their beloved&lt;br /&gt;They are crushed to death in an infinite space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing in love is that when one is offered another chance at love;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, due to the memories of a past that haunts oneself&lt;br /&gt;That he/she would rather ignore and reject such a blessing from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing about love is when there is finally a spark of hope&lt;br /&gt;Of leaving all the past love behind and start anew&lt;br /&gt;But fate chose otherwise for oneself&lt;br /&gt;And there will never be another chance at love&lt;br /&gt;Even though you have love the second equally as the first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I learnt this from the movie, "Message in a bottle"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sad indeed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8136827067173665520?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8136827067173665520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8136827067173665520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8136827067173665520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8136827067173665520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/saddest-thing-in-love.html' title='The saddest thing in love...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3502843382336228693</id><published>2008-10-26T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:42:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh... Friends or not?</title><content type='html'>When a stranger meets another and they know each other much better, they become friends. As they know each other better and better day by day, their true colours are revealed. Sometimes these are acceptable; yet, sometimes they are just not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean then? Are you going to discard them, just erase them off your friend list or just accept them for who they are? Well, sometimes, it is easier said than done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are by your side for many a years never do any harm to you. Well, perhaps not yet; but, it is easier to forgive them (most of their wrongdoings). Tay Yeng once said that it is better to stay away from university friends; at least know them superficially. Nowadays, I know what she meant already... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that does not mean for all. I still have nice friends like Boon Kheng, Mimi, Khe Li (Mama), Cassie, Chen Joo and many more. So thank you all!!! Hehe... I am so blessed by you all including those friends I know beforehand... Thanks all Tay Yeng, Saw Imm, Yee Min, Su Ming, Mei Yean...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3502843382336228693?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3502843382336228693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3502843382336228693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3502843382336228693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3502843382336228693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhhh-friends-or-not.html' title='Ahhhh... Friends or not?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-856187908763814483</id><published>2008-10-24T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:14:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave Heart (Movie Review)</title><content type='html'>I must admit that this movie sure has substance of its own, and definitely worth the time watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. A person who never had darkness touched them would not know the truth or the terror that one can feel when facing it.&lt;br /&gt;An about-to-marry-woman who works in a radio station is content with her life and her about-to-be-husband until a tragedy striked one particular day where both of them were bashed and filmed. During this event, her boyfriend was brutally killed and pulled away from her memory permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cruel reality changed her completely. With darkness upon her shoulder, she turned into a stranger to herself, in which her objective of life is just to eliminate the drunken punks who killed her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, one cannot blamed her as law will never work out. The least they can do is bar the criminal behind bars or prison for a lifetime. But it is insatiable for her until blood is shed. Therefore, she went to buy a gun illegaly. One event led to another (the first killing of hers was to kill or be killedand perhaps, she has found the taste of blood and was addicted to it. Here the war of conflict started within herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-856187908763814483?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/856187908763814483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=856187908763814483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/856187908763814483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/856187908763814483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/brave-heart-movie-review.html' title='The Brave Heart (Movie Review)'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6439528473979486053</id><published>2008-10-24T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:30:27.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahaha... Lucky me!!!</title><content type='html'>Good news to share to all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my matric card already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Melody, a friend of mine called me at about 10p.m. and told me that she found it on Tuesday, but being forgetful as I am, she forgot all about it until last night. Bad news is that I applied to make another one yesterday´s evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I purposely wake up early today to walk until Pusat Teknologi Maklumat to cancel it off. Thank god they permitted me to do so... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all wells ends wells... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky, me!!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6439528473979486053?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6439528473979486053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6439528473979486053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6439528473979486053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6439528473979486053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahaha-lucky-me.html' title='Hahahaha... Lucky me!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7333443801278348819</id><published>2008-10-23T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:33:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbo Jumbo finish!!!</title><content type='html'>22/10/08, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric news: Not yet found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the handing up day for Mumbo Jumbo: How does a person recognized jumbled words? id due and I just barely survive. The day before is very hectic. I can barely breathe with all those adding, editing, adding, subtracting and editing all over again. I even put the sister of the printing shop in a difficult position. Fortunately, she is not that angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, It is the end of Mumbo Jumbo and I am considered as free already, well, apart from the co-curriculum day which is tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7333443801278348819?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7333443801278348819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7333443801278348819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7333443801278348819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7333443801278348819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/mumbo-jumbo-finish.html' title='Mumbo Jumbo finish!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3923779123308878924</id><published>2008-10-23T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:23:02.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a memorable day!!!!</title><content type='html'>21/10/08, Tuesday, around 2.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful day...&lt;br /&gt;I am having Professional Ethics today. Presentation in an acting kind of manner. In the scenario, I am the politician and also the angel. Thus, I believe it is necessary for me to change my so-called costumes. That was the fatal mistake that I had ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was a succes, though I must admit that I had forgotten some lines in between, but the general idea is still intact. Anyhow, during my changing of the costume that I lost my matric card!!!! Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it became that it is memorable in good and bad way...&lt;br /&gt;Good: I enjoy the performance (not only I, but the rest of my fellow coursemates as well) There was a musical (never thought it would be such - that anyone is going to make a musical out of it) and also a guy who acted out as a girl who wants to make her boobs large (he really know how to act in a sensual and feminine style. Very hillarious indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad? The matric card of course... (Sigh) It is the last week before our study week and such a thing occured? Besides, my graduation is just a semester away.l... (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3923779123308878924?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3923779123308878924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3923779123308878924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3923779123308878924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3923779123308878924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/such-memorable-day.html' title='Such a memorable day!!!!'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1222154495482449348</id><published>2008-10-17T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:57:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious food... ^^</title><content type='html'>Today (well, technically. It was more like yesterday)we (Yen Cheng, her housemates and I)were supposed to go to Sushi King as there was a last day promotion there. But, due to various unspeakable reasons, we arrived quite late and had to wait for a rather long time. After waiting for a very long time, we decided to go to Millenium Square's Piccadily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, the food is good. The baked seafood and fried seafood udon is increadible. Of course, the fried udon would be nicer when it is hot and steamy. But do not get the honeydew sago and plain lassi, alright? Both sucks. I had better in Penang. The plain lassi in Restaurant Madras is think, creamy and sour to my liking. The best ever!!!! And I can have a nicer version of honeydew sago near Gama. The honeydew sago over there has a special characteristic, which is the fruit is cut into strips instead of cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price for food is alright, but the drinks is a tad expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, a very enjoyable dinner I had ever had in Kuala Lumpur, other then The Pan's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1222154495482449348?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1222154495482449348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1222154495482449348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1222154495482449348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1222154495482449348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/delicious-food.html' title='Delicious food... ^^'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4298703971486655068</id><published>2008-10-16T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:04:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College (movie review)</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title, the movie revolves around college. By that sense is that the phase between high school to college. Three high school guys went into Filmore University to apply for scholarship (out of 3 2 were)and having a great time, as of the experience of their fellow mate. Besides there this guy who had just been dumped by his girlfriend saying that he is too uptight, serious and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a question for you all out there: will you succumb under the pressure and change who you really are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for this guy, he did. Previously, he wanted to visit Filmore to apply for the scholarship that they are offering over there; however, due to the breakup, he wanted to prove to his ex that he was not at all boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the process, they were being played on as pledges by the fraternity's boys: stayed in the basement full of rats and darkness, accidentally went into a gay party of another fraternity (the fraternity boys planned it all out), being knocked out and stripped naked and taped to a statue where everyone can see, body shots not on a girl, but a guy, robbed them off with their cash and cards and planned out a party out of their money, threatened them with house chores (gross version), stripped them naked and run a pig stampede on them and dumping their clothes and belongings into the lake and some hanging on a rather tall tree. Sounds horrible, eh? The relationship between the boys was strained too because of all that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they decided to get back on the fraternity boys and played the same game that was played on them. I was a good ending nevertheless where the main character finally see that he should not change himself into something he does not recognize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons here:&lt;br /&gt;1) be yourself&lt;br /&gt;2) do not play stupid and crazy deeds such as the pledges or stuff&lt;br /&gt;3) do not fall under the pressure of peers, parents or even girl/boyfriends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4298703971486655068?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4298703971486655068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4298703971486655068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4298703971486655068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4298703971486655068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-movie-review.html' title='College (movie review)'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-778499005097562221</id><published>2008-10-15T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:22:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe... Once bitten, twice shy...</title><content type='html'>After the previous incident, I did not make the same mistake again. Well, almost...Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know the reason as I did not recalled anything, whether I did came down the bed, switch off my alarm and went to bed again or what. It was just that I woke up quite late and needed to rushed like a mad girl to my faculty. Thank god it is not too far away. If not, all my test score will be gone like the wind... (Phew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I vowed to sleep earlier, but I broke the promise. I slept only around 2a.m. and manage to wake up 6a.m. this morning. Praise the lord!!! Haha... Do you know why? Well, I did planned to sleep earlier, which is at 12 but then suddenly have the craving for movie. So that is the reason. Hehe... Maybe I should not do it again, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, the test went smoothly, well, I hope so... 15 and above would be great!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-778499005097562221?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/778499005097562221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=778499005097562221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/778499005097562221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/778499005097562221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/hehe-once-bitten-twice-shy.html' title='Hehe... Once bitten, twice shy...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6535692516710570919</id><published>2008-10-15T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:11:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold and Kumar (movie review)</title><content type='html'>Since I still have some time, I will tell you about this movie. It revolves around two guys, as you can see, Harold and Kumar. Harold is a Korean whereas Kumar is an Indian. They knew each other in university and are on their way to Amsterdam to see Harold's girlfriend. Both of their personality is totally different; Harold: uptight, neat and I-do-not-want-any-trouble kind of guy whilst Kumar: a all-party-goer, unorthodox, untidy and all. In short, the total opposite of Harold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were on a plane, in which naughty Kumar hid some weed and wanted to have them in the plane (he quarrelled with a security guard beforehand; the guard suspected that he had drugs on him. Pretty good instinct, I must say). He even invented something that could keep the smoke of the weed inside, so that there would not be any detection of it. Anyhow, when they boarded the plane, an old lady saw Kumar and being the same colour as the 911's terrorists and seeing that he had something that looked like a bomb that she screamed. Kumar tried hard to explained it as bon, but was referred as bomb by the passengers. When the thing broke and the plane was filled with weed's smoke, the passengers said it was poisonous gas. Eventually, both Harold and Kumar were reprimanded by three marshals on the plane and were sent to Guantanamo by an idiotic agent (if you had seen the movie, you will know how idiotic one can be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they escaped with the help of some terrorists and on their way to Miami where they reunited with their friend, Razi. Throughout their journey to freedom, you will see the problems of colours, perception and hypocrisy that is still happening in America. You will see blacks labelled as gangsters or mobs, KKK and Bush as an hypocrite and just how idiots the Americans can be (It is not I who say it. It is what the movie demonstrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, despite the idiotic antics they might have in the movie, it gives people the lesson of discrimination in ethnicity and colour of the skin and identity. Kumar, an Indian can still be labeled as Osama bin Ladin just because they are of the same colour? That is paranoia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6535692516710570919?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6535692516710570919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6535692516710570919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6535692516710570919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6535692516710570919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/harold-and-kumar-movie-review.html' title='Harold and Kumar (movie review)'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-778347844086734282</id><published>2008-10-15T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:54:33.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week and then...</title><content type='html'>Wow!!!! Time does fly by in a jiffy... Excited and yet sad (well, perhaps not sad, but something negative)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that does not mean I do not need to finish my assignments. Thank god that I am not like my other companions(here, it means my coursemates)to have three major projects this semester. Me?! Only ONE!!! Hehe... But that also...well, you know what...still take time...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my literature project, today finish all already, which means I have to make a book out of it. Well, my lecturer did not say so, but it is my favourite subject and it is my hard earned thing?! No idea...I think I will hold on that thought first. After all, it is only due next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There and then, study week will start two weeks later and then EXAM time!!! Very nervous as I have a train of subjects: 6,7,8,10,12 and 14... Choo-choo, huh? Yes...that is why I am nervous and strained. Perhaps not now, but will be soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the report for the day... Till then, adios!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Mumbo Jumbo coming up after I pass up my assignments next Wednesday!!! So, stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-778347844086734282?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/778347844086734282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=778347844086734282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/778347844086734282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/778347844086734282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-week-and-then.html' title='Another week and then...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6906365215007581976</id><published>2008-10-15T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:39:43.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/capitalweathergang/images/rudin-rainbow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/capitalweathergang/images/rudin-rainbow1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since I saw a rainbow. Therefore, imagine my happiness and excitement when I had the chance to see it again last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a drizzle then. As usual, that day was the favourite day of the week for me as well as I can go to pasar malam (or some call it night market)to have a treat for myself. When I approached the pasar malam, the rainbow was a semi hemisphere from one end of the pasar malam of SS2 to another end. It was extremely pretty. So I kept my eyes on it most of the time, glancing it here and there. I even took a last glance of the beautiful rainbow that will forever branded in my heart and mind before I depart. Ah... Such a pretty memory... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6906365215007581976?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6906365215007581976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6906365215007581976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6906365215007581976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6906365215007581976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5770391329582687915</id><published>2008-10-10T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:52:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted, but not futile...</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha... This time I can laugh heartily already.  My effort are not being wasted.  Yeah!!! After like 5 hours plus sitting here in front of the co-op seems to be fruitful after all.  Beforehand, I told you about my attempts upon the real player downloader, right?  Well, it is still disappointing me.  Then I tried other websites of course, while waiting for the hope that it might work one way or another - by YouTube or other method.  The feeling of weariness almost washed me far away from the shore, but a streak of luck is with me. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a "la bamba" song already for the upcoming film festival.  But is it enough?  Quality alright? As there are still questions that need to be pondered upon, I decide to stay here longer to complete the mission of my day.  After all, this song means a lot as it is considered as an assignment in translation.  So I have, so as we have to do our best for it.  Actually, come to think of it, we should be so for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wary, but not futile... How nice!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5770391329582687915?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5770391329582687915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5770391329582687915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5770391329582687915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5770391329582687915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/exhausted-but-not-futile.html' title='Exhausted, but not futile...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7077855316486209470</id><published>2008-10-10T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:23:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbo Jumbo's results...</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm... I guessed it was alright, but not as good as the others.  Perhaps I am not good in being analytical.  But my lecturer did not say anything bad, except for the gendered roles in the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be alright.  First obstacle over.  Now the next: the project...  Hopefully, it would be great... or at least good enough... Yes, I know, my expectations are not very high... Not ambitious, huh?  Well, live simple is better, is it not? At least in my ideal world, it should be of that, though I am fully aware of the cruel reality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7077855316486209470?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7077855316486209470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7077855316486209470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7077855316486209470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7077855316486209470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/mumbo-jumbos-results.html' title='Mumbo Jumbo&apos;s results...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3637211473001758397</id><published>2008-10-10T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:19:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever do this before?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a ride with police or security guards? I did... It was on Wednesday's evening, about 7.40pm.  I was walking back from my co-curriculum.  It ended at 7.30pm.  I passed my faculty's gate and the day had turn a dark purple already, almost dark.  Then the car (you know, the one where red and blue lights will blink here and there, like a cop's car) stopped by the roadside and asked for the location that I am heading to.  Then, they drove me until my college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh?  Yes, I felt it was cool.  Imagine me, who never committted any crime can have a ride in that particular car.  Well, it is not a cop car, but still it was awesome.  I guess here is another experience to be added in sugarbluz's world... Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3637211473001758397?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3637211473001758397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3637211473001758397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3637211473001758397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3637211473001758397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-do-this-before.html' title='Have you ever do this before?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5027916898284121365</id><published>2008-10-10T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:12:51.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why like this?</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I asked Hazel whether she can help me download the song "La Bamba" of Richie Valens because I do not know how to download the video from youtube.  Nevertheless, I would like to have a try on my own to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my brother about it and he asked me to download the player from www.realplayer.com.  Everything went fine, but suddenly it cannot be downloaded.  I pressed insistently on the button, yet nothing happened, not even a download manager popped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why like this one?  Now I am trying for a second time to download it.  Hopefully this time will run smoothly.  Hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5027916898284121365?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5027916898284121365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5027916898284121365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5027916898284121365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5027916898284121365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-like-this.html' title='Why like this?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7318830140239540896</id><published>2008-10-08T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:31:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement day d...</title><content type='html'>Another 1 1/2 hour before my Mumbo Jumbo presentation... I am nervous and sleepy. Am I ready? I have no idea. Now I am still looking for information for tomorrow's class. Seems like I got the wrong interpretation, so I am still hunting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck... Tomorrow I will let you know how it went, if I have the time tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7318830140239540896?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7318830140239540896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7318830140239540896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7318830140239540896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7318830140239540896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/judgement-day-d.html' title='Judgement day d...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3319636787850493340</id><published>2008-10-08T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:24:44.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy...</title><content type='html'>Today very happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I had a literature class and we were supposed to hand in our assignments about the summary of a book that we read.  I wrote very simple words and my lecturer said I did not do much of a mistake this time.  So happy!!! Perhaps it is true that: keep it simple and nice, just like my motto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Although that is my motto, when it comes to spanish,  I will lose track.  Guess &lt;br /&gt;     I have to work hard everyday then to keep it as simple as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3319636787850493340?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3319636787850493340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3319636787850493340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3319636787850493340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3319636787850493340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy.html' title='happy...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7632683889948628827</id><published>2008-10-07T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:41:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous? Actually I have no idea... Confused, perhaps?</title><content type='html'>Now I really look like the shit that is freshly made after sleeping for a mere 3 hours. Yes, yes, I know, but that is the consequences that I must bear, but I do not feel remorseful. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received "Moonlight Resonance" from Cassie. After class, I went to the computer lab till 3 and went straight to bed, for a nap till 5. Then I went on my usual routine (the food always suck on Monday; not a bad thing though as it gives me an excuse to be out? Yes, not a very good excuse... Hehe), which is to be in the night market in SS2, savoring all that they (the food stalls)have to offer. Later on, I remembered I have the drama series and copy it before there is a 99% I will forget (I have to return the discs to her tomorrow). Then, it just happened. One episode continues with yet another, until it was 4 this morning. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have my Mumbo Jumbo presentation, and yet I am still confused? Nervous? I do not know. I feel it is incomplete but then I do not know where. I feel lost in my tracks. And now I really think that I am feeling drowsy and sleepy. Keep on yawning away already. Hopefully, I would not passed out in class. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7632683889948628827?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7632683889948628827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7632683889948628827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7632683889948628827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7632683889948628827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/nervous-actually-i-have-no-idea.html' title='Nervous? Actually I have no idea... Confused, perhaps?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5577560984086134697</id><published>2008-10-04T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:58:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healty advices...</title><content type='html'>This is a mail that was sent by a friend of mine, which I would like to share with all my dear friends out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossing our legs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cross your legs at your knees when sitting? Although we may believe that this is the lady-like elegant way to sit, sitting this way cuts down circulation to your legs. If you dont want varicose veins to mar the beauty of your legs and compromise your health, uncross your legs every time you realize you have one knee on top of the other. The best way to sit is to simply place both legs together on the floor, balancing your weight equally. If you feel like changing position, instead of crossing your legs, simply move both legs together to one side. As an alternative, you could also consider crossing your legs loosely at the ankles. This is a classically elegant way to sit, and is far better for your legs and your health than sitting with your legs crossed at your knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not changing our toothbrush&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How often do you change your toothbrush? Most of us wait until most of the bristles have either fallen off, or are in such bad shape that wed be embarrassed to pull out our brush in public. However, since not many of us need to pull out our brush in public, we carry on with our frayed one until we lose it. Replace your toothbrush often. Damaged bristles can harm the enamel, and dont massage your gums well. If you find brushing your teeth a pain like I do, but know you must do it, you might as well be doing it right. Imagine going through the annoyance of brushing your teeth twice a day only to find out that youre damaging your enamel every time you clean your teeth. Also, use a brush with soft bristles unless your dentist has advised&lt;br /&gt;otherwise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating out often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are oils that are high in cholesterol, and oils that cause little harm and are better for your heart.  However,no matter how light the oil is, it is never a good idea to eat too much of it.  Avoid fried foods. Remember that in all probability your favorite Indian food restaurant throws a HUGE, HUGE chunk of butter in a tiny bowl of dal. Rita,who worked in the kitchen of a 5 star hotel, was shocked when she saw the cook chop a 500gm butter slab in half, and throw half into a Paneer Makhani dish.  No wonder the customers left licking their fingers. And no wonder they felt so stuffed and heavy afterwards. Limit outdoor eating unless you know that youre getting served light and healthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipping breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever skip breakfast. Remember, when you wake up in the morning its been around 10-12 hours since your last meal. Your body needs food now, more than at any other time. Eat a heavy breakfast. You will then be busy through the day, and the calories will get expended quickly. If you are trying to diet, eat a light dinner. Here are some more common health mistakes we make.  Being informed and making a few changes can help make us feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High heels &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels sure look great, but theyre murder for your back. This however doesn't mean you should steer clear of stilettos. Wear them, but not when you know you will be walking around a lot. Wear them when going out for lunch or dinner - when the only walking you will be doing is to your car, to the table, and back. Avoid high heels when you are going somewhere on foot. If you are constantly tempted to wear your heels, take a good look at your flats. Is there something about them you dislike? Invest in a new pair of beautiful flats or shoes with a low heel. Buy something you love, that you will enjoy wearing. If possible, get a matching bag. You will then enjoy your flats as much as you do your heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping on a soft bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to sleep on the floor be kind to your back, but do make sure you have a firm mattress. Although a mattress on springs is soft and lovely to sink into, it's bad for your back. If you already have an old bed with springs, you don't need to invest in a new one - simply get a thick wooden plank put over the springs, and place the mattress on the plank. Similarly, if your mattress is old and lumpy, throw it out and get a new one. Your neck and your back will thank you. The same rule applies to sofas. If you will be spending hours on a sofa,get a firm yet comfortable one. Sofas you completely sink into are not the best idea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pillows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how comfortable sleeping with ten cushions is having pity on your neck and resist.  Sleep with one pillow, and make sure it is not too thick.  If your pillow gets lumpy, discard it and go for a new one. Get a thin pillow if you sleep on your stomach and something a little thicker if you sleep on your back, to give your neck adequate support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not exercising &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us know we should exercise more, but many of us don't. This is a health mistake we consciously make!  And why is that? Simply because we refuse to admit the damage we are causing to our bodies by not working out. A number of people only start working out once they have experienced a warning signal.  Don't wait for a heart attack to strike before you decide to opt for a lifestyle change. Make the change now. You don't need to train for the marathon to be in top shape. Half an hour of brisk walking three to four times a week will make a world of difference to your health. You could then increase this to forty minutes, four times a week - and you're all set.  If you havent exercised for a week, you're making a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5577560984086134697?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5577560984086134697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5577560984086134697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5577560984086134697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5577560984086134697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/healty-advices.html' title='Healty advices...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5439999837195470618</id><published>2008-10-04T01:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:42:45.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh my... China...</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, do not think I am being critical and all.  It is just my opinion.  Like what Miss Kan had mentioned before, "we agree to not disagree".  Therefore, if my opinion did offend anyone, my appologies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;  Recently, there had been news about the scandal of dairy products in China, which results in various products being confiscated or flown back to China.  Among such products are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1.    M&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2.    Snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3.    Mento’s Yoghurt Bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4.    Dove Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5.    Oreo Wafer Sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-6.    Dutchlady Sterilised Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-7.    Wall’s all natural mango &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-8.    Mini Poppers Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9.    Magnum Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10.   Moo Sandwich Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-11.   Mini Cornetto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-12.   Youcan Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Surely this is not the first scandal that ever happened in China.  Among others are used condoms that unscrupulous manufacturers recycled them in making hair bands (it is illegal; condoms are meant for protection, not cause harm), slippers that will cause burns when you wear it and also toys that are hazardous to children.  Next time I will post up the pictures for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The point is, is it not enough already?!  Dishonesty will cause the downfall of a country even as big as yours.  I heard that people in China is so dishonest that once you choose something and want to buy it, they will change the goods when you are not watching, whereupon you will find yourself being cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I learnt in Professional Ethics that there are short and long term consequences for all the decisions that one makes.  In term of this, you will surely gain sizeable profit due to your cheap labour and all.  But, if the materials that are being use is not up to the standard, you will lose your reputation and by then, who are willing to do any business with you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is time for change.  A change for the better.  If this continues, you will surely pay for your actions.  And at that time, do not blame others but yourself for your unethical decisions.  All I can say is this: REPENT WHILE YOU CAN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5439999837195470618?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5439999837195470618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5439999837195470618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5439999837195470618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5439999837195470618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-oh-my-china.html' title='My oh my... China...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-2861698734555848740</id><published>2008-10-04T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:43:18.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly...</title><content type='html'>Wow... I do not know what came to me suddenly oh!!!  I had the enthusiasm to stay up till this morning at 7 doing assignments (just read a lot of information that I gathered in these few days for my presentation and written report on Mumbo Jumbo: How does one recognize words in a jumbled text? and quote them) and well, not all assignments (I am not a person of all that seriousness and nothing fun).  So, of course there will be movies too (I watched "My wife is a gangster 3" and then "Oh, Happy day")...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The consequences?  Here I am again, searching for the website URL that I forgot to copy before saving the content.  So stupid of me, right?  No!!!! I have my own justification, is you are willing to listen.  I am so-called by my dad as a "Big Head Prawn".  That means I am clumsy as hell, forget things easilly (I even had the experience whereby I forgot where I put my examination slip and even important documents.  I had to ransacked the whole house before manage to find them) ^^... Yes, I know that is something that one would not brag about, but hey!!! That is who I am and I am being honest oh!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Other than that, I slept till 12 this afternoon.  Well, I think I might sleep longer if not due to my setting the alarm clock.  Haha... And I studied my sintaxsis today... Phew, that was hard... Maybe due to the fact that I hardly revise on them?? Keke... **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-2861698734555848740?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2861698734555848740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=2861698734555848740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2861698734555848740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2861698734555848740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-9158632865981173297</id><published>2008-10-01T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:43:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the summary... here's the lessons</title><content type='html'>Red once said, "Let me tell you something, my friend.  Hope is a dangerous thing.  It can drive a person insane".  When he saaid that, it was a warning to his friend, Andy.  Andy was in all high hopes on seeing the outside world once again, but his enthusiasm was dampened by Red.  But, then again, perhaps we cannot blame Red for his words.  You see, in this movie, there was an old man, by the name of Brooks, who was a librarian there for many years while waiting for his parol to end.  After 5o years was he sent out from prison.  By then, he was already institutionalized by the environment of prison.  Therefore, the fear of unfamiliarity gnawed at his and he hanged himself to dead in the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But hope is never a dangerous thing, as said by Andy.  With hope, one will try anything in his power to form a better life for oneself.  Just like what Andy said,"I guess that comes to a simple choice: Get busy living or get busy dying".  When a person is deprived of hope,he is dying for all he sees is death and dismay and nothing else; however, when one has hope, he would surely soar up in the sky, wanting to achieve that thing that hope has to offer...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Therefore, salvation is in hope.  When one has hope, will he find peace and harmony.  Perhaps it will be a long, bumpy road, but you will surely gain success after all those trials and tribulations.  So, dear friends, hope, hope and HOPE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-9158632865981173297?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9158632865981173297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=9158632865981173297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9158632865981173297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/9158632865981173297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-summary-heres-lessons.html' title='After the summary... here&apos;s the lessons'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4989151150471671754</id><published>2008-10-01T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:44:34.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lesson indeed... Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movieclub.merseyblogs.co.uk/shawshank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://movieclub.merseyblogs.co.uk/shawshank.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Highly recommended by me, this movie indeed teach us a lot about lessons of life.  A banker, Andy Dufrense (I think that is how the surname is spelt)who was condemned to prison for many years (I do not know much about the sentence as the judge said that 2years back to back for each bullet that he fired on his wife and her lover; 8 bullets each)in Shawshank Prison.  There he befriended a man called "Red" (Morgan Freeman) who also commit murder and was already in there for 10 years and his parole was rejected.  At first, they were solely business partners, whereby Andy requested a purchase of rock hammer and later on a poster of some superstar at that time.  But, on and on, they became fast friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In actual, Andy is innocent but as he was at the wrong place and at a wrong time, he was sentenced to such a brutal punishment (he was raped, beaten and all); however, as a ex-banker, he managed to finger his way around the administration there, including Hadley and warden Norton.  He even managed to build the best library ever built in any prisons and educated some prisoners who wanted to obtain a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It has been 19 years before he found his strike of luck.  A young man by the name of Tommy was caught B &amp; E (which is burglary and entering)and was sent to this prison as well.  A young man with a young wife and a daughter willed him to learn and get a degree.  However, his attempts were futile as he was shot by Hadley as warden Norton did not wanted to let go such an asset to him.  Tommy told Andy that he knew who killed Andy's wife and her lover and would even go to the length of giving a testimonial in court.  When Andy knew of this fact, he went to warden Norton which is a fatal mistake indeed, which indirectly caused the death of poor young Tommy.  But, I guess  we cannot blame him as he was full of hope of being free again, enjoying what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the end, he managed to escape from Shawshank Prison out of desperation or perhaps the death of Tommy had driven him to the max.  Anyway, when he requested a rock hammer from Red, he did not know he would utilized it for his escape.  It was just that he stumbled upon some wet and fragile slab in his cell, thus, beggining his plan for escape.  The huge poster is in fact, a camouflage of the tunnel that he was working upon for all these years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Upon his escapade, he succeded in gaining all the warden's illegal money and went to a small town in Mexico.  Before he departed, he told Red about a secret hiding in which he would like Red to get it if he managed to get out.  It turned out to be some money in which he can go find his friend and build a new life there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4989151150471671754?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4989151150471671754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4989151150471671754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4989151150471671754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4989151150471671754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-lesson-indeed-shawshank-redemption.html' title='Life lesson indeed... Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6411996655784816161</id><published>2008-10-01T02:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:45:06.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doña Inés...</title><content type='html'>I finally finish the book already, entitled "Doña Inés: Historia del Amor". It is still alright, well, what do you expect in a love story, right? However, it is a bit tragic for the precedents of this story, Diego and Doña Inés, which were Doña Beatriz and a travelling poet-singer. Diego is also a poet, you know, the artsy futsy person as well. Anyway, the love story between Doña Beatriz and the poet-singer did not went well as it seemed that the young man was killed by the lady's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conventional society plays a great role in determining the outcome of a relationship in this situation. Beforehand, the relationship between the lady Beatriz and the poet-singer is forbidden by the age gap between the elder and the young man, and not to mention that the lady was already married to another guy. Moreover, the husband is a person of action, and overcome with anger and jealousy (I interpret it as such) killed the young man mercilessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here another story continues with the lady Inés and Diego Lodares. In a different era (perhaps 10 years apart), they still face the same conventional society. Although the aristocratic era has been long gone or at least being washed away by time, the different class between them still make it a barrier for them to cross. In the end, it did not end well too as the lady Inés withdrew from the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the epilogue, we see the lady Inés founded an orphanage in another city, old and worn-off. And there in her fateful orphanage, yet another future poet, quiet and just like Diego, was sitting under a tree reading poems and thinking profoundly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these incidents show that the conventions that a society holds can indeed influence any relationship. For example, in those days, people of different race can hardly be seen together, even in a marriage still as we were not encouraged to do so. During that era, people look upon the purity of the bloodline like god or something grand and major. Nowadays, even where there are mix marriages going on, sometimes it succumbs under the gossiping and whispering of society. Even unnatural relationship are look upon like weirdos. Homosexual relationship is being studied as being sins and one cannot reached heaven due to this. The environment of such conventions lead to abundant of problems. For example, when a girl/guy befriends another girl/guy and becomes closely attached (but they are homosexual), people will start to talk behind their backs and ultimately broke the sacred bonding that they initially owned due to the unbearable pressure of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, poets and ladies keeps emerging as if it is a reincarnation. It is to say that however time changed, a relationship cannot withstand a strong blow when the conventions of the society remains unchanged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6411996655784816161?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6411996655784816161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6411996655784816161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6411996655784816161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6411996655784816161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/doa-ins.html' title='Doña Inés...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6272604185890831379</id><published>2008-10-01T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:45:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat or thin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.starling-fitness.com/wp-content/CCFC_Elevator_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.starling-fitness.com/wp-content/CCFC_Elevator_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The picture above clearly shows that people see highly upon those that are slim, georgeous and pretty.  Some might called that bimbos.  All of these evidences shows the function of this conventional society nowadays.  Girls from a tender age has been influenced by all those skinny models, branding their mind with the perfect image of being beautiful.  But that is not the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/wda0266l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/wda0266l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Being a bigger size is not a crime. As the pictures above show, bigger size women are loving and sensual whereas skinny or thin people are foxy.  That might proved true as we see the wives are big size whereas the mistresses are normally skin to the bones in drama series.  It might be dramatic, but all these are shown as a reflection of the current society that we are having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Perhaps it is unhealthy to have a very huge body due to all those illnesses that come with it, but to become very skinny like to the bone is still a NO NO for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6272604185890831379?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6272604185890831379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6272604185890831379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6272604185890831379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6272604185890831379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/10/fat-or-thin.html' title='fat or thin?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5747095672309413017</id><published>2008-09-30T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:46:03.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a realistic dream that I had this evening...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that you might dream aomething realistic?  Well, not entirely, but there are people that you recognise in that particular dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is what I dreamt this fateful evening.  Remember I told you about my failure to mail my survey forms to a guy?  Well, I never met him before and well, I think I dreamt about him this evening.  I mean he and another acquaintance were in my dream and there were no one else that came by the same name as him.  But I never saw him in person before.  Weird?  Extremely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I dreamt that I called him, appologising about my inefficiency and all and I heard an echo coming out from the room that I was in.  It became clearer and clearer and suddenly popped out a figure - Francis.  Later on, the sounds became as real as it can be and there he entered as we were talking the same topic.  So unimaginable.  Later on, I asked him to send regards to both Mama Khe Li and Mimi Loi before he departed with Francis.  Now, that is way weird(triple)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What does my dream means?  Is there anyone who could tell me? (puzzled)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5747095672309413017?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5747095672309413017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5747095672309413017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5747095672309413017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5747095672309413017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/realistic-dream-that-i-had-this-evening.html' title='a realistic dream that I had this evening...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3273586804661086585</id><published>2008-09-30T03:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:46:35.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems...</title><content type='html'>It is certainly that we will face various of problems everyday.  Perhaps that was one of the punishments that God gave Adam and Eve for defining him.  Anyhow, we ought to have them, perhaps in a scarce amount or a heap of it, we still have them.  Even as a baby, we do not worry, but for our personal necessities, we do tend to work out gestures to indicate our hunger or thirst, which in my opinion, seems to be solution to our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Recently, I have to write a commentary about a movie entitled, "El hijo de la novia" which when translated into english will be the son of the girlfriend.  In this movie, the main character, Rafael, would wished for the entire world for a problemless world.  He runs this restaurant which does not gain profit, is a divorcee with a daughter and a mother with Alzheimer. Thus, the desire to run away from all these problems are inmense...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It shows that human being has this fragility whereby they are afraid to face their problems, be it in a minor or a major form.  They just would not face them, perhaps out of fear of the consequences that might come along with it or the fear of repeating the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  However, the truth is that no matter how we try to hide our heads into the sand like an ostrich, the problems will still be there until we pluck up our courage to solve it.  When it is left unsolved, it will haunt us down till our grave and we will still be pondering upon the "what if...?" question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is true that we might make mistake upon deciding on our path.  Perhaps we might repeat the same mistake again and again.  But all these processes make us into who we are today.  So be brave and solve all those problems that you are having right now or in the future, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3273586804661086585?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3273586804661086585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3273586804661086585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3273586804661086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3273586804661086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/problems.html' title='problems...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1955448124217679825</id><published>2008-09-30T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:09:37.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If not due to my shallowness....</title><content type='html'>If I have not been ignorant&lt;br /&gt;I would not lose such an interesting job&lt;br /&gt;that allows me to venture into another world&lt;br /&gt;full of beautiful decorations and the most intricate designed restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have not been idle&lt;br /&gt;wasting my time away like that&lt;br /&gt;instead, to read more about technology, about memory cards&lt;br /&gt;I would know the function of my laptop&lt;br /&gt;and thus gaining RM33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what has been done is done&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, there is nothing that I can do now&lt;br /&gt;except to take this bitter experience and cherish it&lt;br /&gt;so that it would not haunt me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1955448124217679825?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1955448124217679825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1955448124217679825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1955448124217679825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1955448124217679825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-not-due-to-my-shallowness.html' title='If not due to my shallowness....'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7742782948674000625</id><published>2008-09-30T02:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:47:33.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Restaurant</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to appologize for not being able to pass up my survey forms to a guy (which I will tell you more of it in the next blog)due to my lack of knowledge towards my own possession - the laptop.  Now, we are back with the restaurants that I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the list are two: The Teapot Cafe and The Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Showing now is the Teapot cafe.  As you can see, everything ranging from the entrance to the interior are full of teapot of various forms and colours.  Of all, I would say I like the slender, intricate designed, emerald teapot.  Can you spot it? It is on the upper shelf in the first picture.  The whole restaurant scream out the english style, although there is a tinge of Malaysian flavour in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEd_cqgpeI/AAAAAAAAACc/yv-u3GeOm_A/s1600-h/P9250155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEd_cqgpeI/AAAAAAAAACc/yv-u3GeOm_A/s400/P9250155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251511616354166242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEf2P-3HkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_wMRYiit5JA/s1600-h/P9250156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEf2P-3HkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_wMRYiit5JA/s400/P9250156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251513657354296898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Secondly, here is The Cave, the 24 hours couple restaurant and cafe.  Below are some scoops of nice pictures in this romantic cave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEjMiYvHJI/AAAAAAAAACs/d8pYAPDD55A/s1600-h/P9250164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEjMiYvHJI/AAAAAAAAACs/d8pYAPDD55A/s400/P9250164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251517338786667666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEkXjqwphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vBek1pzwPAc/s1600-h/P9250158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEkXjqwphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vBek1pzwPAc/s400/P9250158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251518627620890130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOIsJej7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NzLVEN-XZI8/s1600-h/P9250160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOIsJej7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NzLVEN-XZI8/s400/P9250160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251808656801621858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOIyXi9JngI/AAAAAAAAADE/QnUL8xj0Zb8/s1600-h/P9250161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOIyXi9JngI/AAAAAAAAADE/QnUL8xj0Zb8/s400/P9250161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251815495569088002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7742782948674000625?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7742782948674000625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7742782948674000625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7742782948674000625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7742782948674000625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favourite-restaurant.html' title='My favourite Restaurant'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SOEd_cqgpeI/AAAAAAAAACc/yv-u3GeOm_A/s72-c/P9250155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1460695141640624215</id><published>2008-09-29T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:48:11.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it my fault?</title><content type='html'>I have lots of friends whom I am not really close to as they are mostly friends who just passed by my life (mostly those that I know of accidentally).  Therefore, I do not see the point of calling them up (they are all guys) but not all are like that.  Below are the existing cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1: &lt;br /&gt;This guy call me up (a malay)and said that I called him first, in which I did not.  At that time, I was in a hurry and thus, cut his line; however, later on,I realize that perhaps he is from modern theater, a co-curriculum that I joined in university this semestre.  I did not have their numbers and they have.  So I messaged him back, asking whether he is from that activity.  He missed called me, and well, since I have a code of miss calling with Yen Cheng, a friend of mine, I thought that was a sign that yes, he is from that thing.  So I sent him another message again asking about the assistence that I might carry out for him.  That was when he called again, now stating that he wants to get to know me better.  Well, I am not a bias person and so am okay with it.  We chatted for awhile and that was it.  But he keeps miss calling me and when I messaged him, he did not say anything.  What does this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;This is a case with an evergreen (a nickname).  But I hold no grudges against him.  He called and said some mushy things and showed his frustrations upon my stalling for time or space.  I have no idea, but it just felt weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3: &lt;br /&gt;This is with a friend whom I knew from the railway station.  He is nice and would call me up when he has a lot of credit...  However, I never called him up ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4:&lt;br /&gt;This is with Tze Kang.  He is very nice too.  He would called occasionally, but we message each other quite frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never called any of them.  Tze Kang is very understanding as he knows that I am a student still.  I guess that goes the same with Hermie.  I understand the reason evergreen was mad at me.  But the rest?  Is it my fault?  As in I have to reciprocate their calls as well?  Can it not be in message forms?  Among all these men, only Sham seemed to be troubled by that fact.  But, that is who I am.  Even if I have enough credit, I would not call if I do not see the point in doing so.  But, now I am feeling a tinge of guilt because of Sham... Hmmmm... Is it really my fault?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1460695141640624215?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1460695141640624215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1460695141640624215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1460695141640624215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1460695141640624215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-my-fault.html' title='Is it my fault?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-7337263643913040462</id><published>2008-09-29T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:30:00.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REASON VS SUPERSTITION</title><content type='html'>I read this article (well, sort of) from friendter's bulletin and feel that it is worth sharing.  So read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of faith. One is known as 'Reasonable' faith, while the other is known the 'blind' faith. As the term implies, blind faith is the belief without evidence. It is true that religious blind faith may bring comfort to an individual. But just because something is comforting it doesn't make it true. If you are a person who prefer to hear about things which are comforting, go a head. It has nothing to do with the truth. Blind faith, if taken literally, may lead to self destruction that may take along some innocent people's lives. Martyrs are turning themselves into living bombs, blasting away 'worthless' lives in their ways in the name of their religion. Christians are not any better than the Muslims. In America these Talibans of Christ are interfering with every single stage of science progress. They forbid the implementation of the Stem-cell research because they believe each 3-day-old fetus bears a soul, despite this advanced technology, which will save million of 'souls' with conscious minds suffering dread diseases. In Africa, this same group of people also forbid the use of condoms in spite of the spreading of AIDS that will kill millions, as they believe that HIV is a punishment by god to those who commit adultery. Such claims are made without any justification backed up by evidential basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasonal faith, on the other hand, is far more rational than the former. Reasonal faith is defined as belief with supportive evidence. Science is associate with this faith. Reasonal faith is testable and convertible if new evidence proves the old theory wrong. Blind faith, in conctrast, can never do anything of this sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind faith is taught as a belief not to be questioned. This kind of belief is an impediment and, probably, a dead end for knowledge. Reasonal faith encourages and welcomes questions and critical thinking and is ready to accept rebuttal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND faith is leading everyone into total darkness. REASONAL faith serves as a candle light, pioneering one everyone to a right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originated from White Pilgrim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-7337263643913040462?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7337263643913040462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=7337263643913040462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7337263643913040462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/7337263643913040462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/reason-vs-superstition.html' title='REASON VS SUPERSTITION'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4163413984324532823</id><published>2008-09-18T12:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:44:06.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet and funny memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SNHZA0tFZPI/AAAAAAAAACU/nKH8H7HBxdU/s1600-h/Keow_Teow_Thng1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SNHZA0tFZPI/AAAAAAAAACU/nKH8H7HBxdU/s400/Keow_Teow_Thng1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247213649034306802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a magnificent man. Since he was a child, he took good care of himself, where he learnt to cook for himself. So if I am lucky (which I am most of the time), he can cook up succulent food using leftovers and food in the fridge and I can enjoy his delicacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, he was some what a person who like to experiment in various field, but mostly on food. He tried once putting fresh orange juice into red bean soup and some other less interesting stories than the one that I am going to tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is clear to you that the picture above is of noodle called 'keow teow th'ng'. Yes, that is the story that I am revealing to you. If you had tried all various form of keow teow - there is 'char keow teow', 'wa dan ho' (in kl they use keow teow, but a narrow version of it) and others. But, have you tried the Malay version of keow teow th'ng? Frankly, I have not the chance to try it before, but my dad said it was sweet and he wanted to try it on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, he never even asked the Malay keow teow th'ng hawkers about the recipe and just rushed in to experiment it on us (well, we will be the ones who will eat it eventually, right?) So he cook a big pot of herbal soup and put rock sugar in it. I was sceptical and told him that I did not have a good feeling about it, but he was so enthusiastic at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the food was cook, guess what? All of us just had a small bowl of it and could not bear another bowl anymore (usually we will have two bowls or plates of anything). Since then, whenever my dad wanted to try on something exceptionally new, we or at least, I will tease him on his sweet keow teow th'ng project and we would laughed like hyenas. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4163413984324532823?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4163413984324532823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4163413984324532823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4163413984324532823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4163413984324532823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-and-funny-memory.html' title='A sweet and funny memory'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/SNHZA0tFZPI/AAAAAAAAACU/nKH8H7HBxdU/s72-c/Keow_Teow_Thng1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4657246737651380639</id><published>2008-09-18T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:25.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catchy expressions... Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>It is weird to think like this, but, more than often, I notice that almost all catchy expression must have a clink to it, which in this case, negative connotated words.  What do you think?  Alright, perhaps you are confused, so I will give some examples for you first, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For example, I found out that some of my acquaintance will use cam-whore in their sites or anything viewable.  Whore, by all means, is a negative connotation that links to prostitution; however, if I use cam-model, it does not sounds as catchy and interesting as the precedent, right?  See, that is my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But, both cam-model or cam-whore has the same meaning where a girls (mostly whore means a woman prostitute) will pose for the camera, as if they are selling themselves to the camera, which implisitly is correct.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Do you have any other catchy expressions that might have a negative connotated word, or perhaps not?  Just share with us here, okay?  Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4657246737651380639?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4657246737651380639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4657246737651380639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4657246737651380639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4657246737651380639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/catchy-expressions-hmmm.html' title='catchy expressions... Hmmm...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-636241586848407175</id><published>2008-09-18T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:18:47.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god...</title><content type='html'>Uh oh... Suddenly feel like I do not really understand Spanish.  How?!  Like what had happened just now.  We were to listen to a tape and then jot down the points.  At first, it was still alright; however after a few minutes, it all blurred and I felt sleepy already.  That is way not cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not only that, if I were to do any transcription, I could only hold myself together before falling apart after a few minutes.  I would become agitated and wanted to distract my mind from it.  The solution?! Music!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh my god... Please help me to recollect myself as soon as possible.  If this continues, I might be doomed... (TOT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-636241586848407175?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/636241586848407175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=636241586848407175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/636241586848407175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/636241586848407175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh my god...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-3123488923655489590</id><published>2008-09-17T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:07:45.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>I had just finished my psycholinguistic's class and it was really interesting because the topic for the day was this : Human mind.  Of course, inevitably, this phrase "human mind" might evoke emotions such as "ugh, so gross" or "such a boring topic", or even "what is so interesting about a normal human mind?!" among the readers of this blog.  But, I have not finish my sentence yet.  The starlet for the day is actually the comparison between a guy's and a girl's mind.  Did I manage to catch your attention now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is really interesting whereby a girl's left hemisphere is thicker than that of a guy.  Here is the catch:  girls think analytically and logically, have a higher tendency for language and computation; whereas guys have a thing for spatial reasoning, face recognition and music.  Other than that, guys actually see a bigger picture than girls.  This actually remind me of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As girls scrutinize information as detailed as they are able to, it becomes a big issue to them, even though it is only a petty stuff.  I remembered once when I called my dad to asked for his advise.  At that point of time, I went to the night market, bearing in my hand my room mate's money to buy her food.  As I was afraid that I might mix up her money and mine that I held them in my hand, which went lost when I was chosing some pants.  It was a mere RM10 and I looked frantically for it.  After failing to enconter it that I called my dad.  My dad told me that it was such a small financial problem.  Why worry?  Just think of it as an investment to avoid yourself from a bigger trouble later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thinking back to it now, perhaps what my lecturer said is true.  Guys do look at a bigger picture, and perhaps I was just too worried about losing my room mate's petty RM10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-3123488923655489590?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3123488923655489590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=3123488923655489590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3123488923655489590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/3123488923655489590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-786488623278043015</id><published>2008-09-17T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:46:48.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another experience gained</title><content type='html'>I am sure all of us have, not only the positive sides of us, but the contrast as well. The most important thing is whether you will act upon your flaws and improve on it or well, just lament to god of how he is being unfair and all those absurd comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are fully aware of your flaws, perhaps it is time for you to change; however, easier said than done, right? (silence) Yes, even though you admit it in your heart, you have an absolute tendency to deny it in reality out of pride and various reasons according to individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, do not think that I am back stabbing in the case that follows. I believe that there are always a two side in a story; thus, depending how you interpret it will have an effect on the action that you will make soon. Perhaps this person will see clearly of his flaws and change it, or he might be angry and I lost a friend. Never mind that for now though. So here goes: This person is not a techno-savvy (admittedly, I am too, so there is no need to be ashamed), but his flaw is worse than that. He just would not admit it, even though there are kind and considerate people (in this case, colleagues) that will gladly show him the ways around this field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, come back to me. Well, I do not have a lot of knowledge in technology, by it means MP3 or stuff like that (especially about HTML- i almost failed). Perhaps it bear no importance to me. But, everyone is a learner and I am too. So when I met my friend, Tay Yeng, online, she informed me that it is hard for her to comment on my blog and asked me to add this thing called chat box. But i kept on trying to put it up, to no avail. If I were the person that I told you previously, then I would just said to Tay Yeng that there is a problem with the computer (in short, excuses) and then said I cannot put it up. But, I did asked Tay Yeng about my situation and she taught me patiently. Therefore, after all those suffering that Tay Yeng and I had to endure (Tay Yeng for having to teach such a slow learner as I, and I with the weird world of HTML), it is still a good ending for I succeeded in putting the chat box up and she would benefit from this incident as well (she can comment about my blog conveniently). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it is never easy to admit that you are weak or slow or anything of that sort, it is the attitude that one must have in order to strive in life. Be brave to ask questions, even when others will look at you questionaingly(or scrutinizing you whether you are really from earth). Eventually, you will gain all those experience which beforehand is alien to you, but is an added knowledge for your future. So hands up for those who want to ask questions!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-786488623278043015?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/786488623278043015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=786488623278043015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/786488623278043015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/786488623278043015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-experience-gained.html' title='Another experience gained'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8732930115330775054</id><published>2008-09-17T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:47:35.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Mumbo Jumbo...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my second attempt trying to get more data for my psycholinguistic's research project.  It was fine in the afternoon with Cassie, a friend of mine.  She enjoyed it very much, she said.  It was challenging for the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Unfortunately, it was somehow disapponiting in the evenings.  I interviewed two more but their respond to the game was a dismay to my finding.  Even when I asked whether they enjoyed it, one said she had a mild headache and another responded that it was not fun at all...  But, I did received a rather unusual observation on the latter and perhaps both of them could help me see in theirs' perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hopefully, my journey will be smooth in the interviews later on...  That is on today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8732930115330775054?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8732930115330775054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8732930115330775054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8732930115330775054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8732930115330775054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-on-mumbo-jumbo.html' title='More on Mumbo Jumbo...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-606534867035120210</id><published>2008-09-17T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:39:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever found yourself being blamed for the fault of another person? In this case, i mean something like this: A friend of mine received a mobile message from this girl who claimed to be a beautician and i guess, pragmatically speaking, wanted to befriend my friend. But, when my friend, say "B", replied her, he received the shock of his life. It seemed that this girl has a boyfriend or some guy that claimed to be her husband and asked, no, that was too soft, warned or threatened him not to called or messaged her again. Here is the spooky part: who provide such a service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked my friend, he was confused and really had no idea about how she got hold of his number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine another example: You were on a shopping spree and suddenly there was this guy who claimed to know you, but you do not had a fraction of him in your mind. He seemed to know where were you from and which school you were in before (you are not i your hometown at that point); yet, you still cannot recalled ever seeing him in the past. So how did he get to know about you? You were not holding anything that gave away all those information. Spooky? Yes... way spooky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: if you have spooky or unexplainable stories to share, please do, alright? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-606534867035120210?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/606534867035120210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=606534867035120210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/606534867035120210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/606534867035120210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/spooky.html' title='Spooky...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-5896322447221665349</id><published>2008-09-16T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:01:40.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long...</title><content type='html'>Although the monthly thing came yesterday (not a bad news in general, but to me, yes; why does it has to be in red?!), there was also good news. Hehe... I finally get to meet my mama Khe Li after so long (she went for industrial training).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So excited and happy was I (you can imagine that).  Sadly, it was not for quite some time (should be around 30 minutes only) that we were reunited as mama Khe Li and aunty Shi Min had to go meet mimi Loi in Times Square.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hopefully, mama Khe Li will stay near 9th college so that I can see her for the last year befre I graduate... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-5896322447221665349?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5896322447221665349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=5896322447221665349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5896322447221665349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/5896322447221665349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-so-long.html' title='After so long...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1294739754376129386</id><published>2008-09-16T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:53:16.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apart from that...</title><content type='html'>Apart from what I had said, I also started on my mini research yesterday, entiled, "Mumbo Jumbo: how does a person recognise words?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had interviewed two girls yesterday and both of them had enjoyed the word game.  Hopefully, all of my respondents will have the same reaction as theirs as my point is that it should be enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Will tell you the progress later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1294739754376129386?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1294739754376129386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1294739754376129386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1294739754376129386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1294739754376129386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/apart-from-that.html' title='Apart from that...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1007681025710921856</id><published>2008-09-16T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:48:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was again the day of the month.  So tired...  Or perhaps that was not the reason. Hmmmm... Maybe lack of sleep. Yeah, that could be that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1007681025710921856?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1007681025710921856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1007681025710921856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1007681025710921856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1007681025710921856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-tired.html' title='so tired...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8468949680645436210</id><published>2008-09-15T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:10:44.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul mate???</title><content type='html'>Although it is an era where globalisation is such a norm, it is still hard to find a soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... the word soul mate would, perhaps struck a cord in those who are single and lonely; but it does not apply to love solely. One might have the true love of his or her time, but their lovers are not soul mates. Soul mates comes in various forms, from friends to online friends to the extend of perhaps, a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul mate is someone who can share all and click with whatever topic that one have for another. And in several years ahead of us, we might find our soul mates and we might not. In either case, we should till live to the fullest so as to appreciate what we have in life. If you had read my previous blog of "When it comes to money", you will get a hint of what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it is wonderful if by far and far, you will find a soul mate in your true love. For example, it is already happening in Malaysia whereby a married couple each have their own soul mates of different sex. Fear not, as their spouses know the individual soul mates well to... What a happy ending, right? If such a case do happen when you have a soul mate of a different gender and your true love on the other side, it is best that your spouse is an open minded person. Only then will it work. You do not want your spouse to get all work up seeing you with your male/female soul mate together, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks for the information contributed by Tze Kang, a friend of mine about this soul mate incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy soul mate hunting!!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Buena Suerte!!!! (that means good luck in Spanish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8468949680645436210?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8468949680645436210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8468949680645436210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8468949680645436210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8468949680645436210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/soul-mate.html' title='Soul mate???'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-8982500835576545669</id><published>2008-09-15T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:53:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to money...</title><content type='html'>When it comes to money, people are either lamenting on not having more of them or the opposite. As an objective kind of a person (well, I try to be as much of that), there are pros and cons of being rich or poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is insufficient in the sense of money might be a very cherry person, care-free and have a small and yet warm family whereas a rich guy might always have to have this dreadful feeling that his money might one day be stolen or cheated by some corporate or something, though he has the will to spend like money were just water, which can be obtained easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched this Spanish film entitled, "La Comunidad", which means the community. And then there is the focus - when it comes to money. In a scene, they were showing this animal documentary (some sort of National Geographic) which shown a group of vultures gathering to have their share of bite of the succulent flesh of the dead. Well, that also happens when a person in that community is suddenly filthy rich. Maybe not quite, but when it comes to close-knit kind of community, I guess everything is possible, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, they were too me, kind of brainless (it is a bit harsh, but you will understand later why I said so). If it were me, I do not think I will stay in a dirty and old building for several years (as in years years kind of years) just in order to get a little portion of say 300 million pesetas. It is just not worth it, right? And this poor guy, who had the money, became paranoid and scared that the neighbours will just rob him out in the daylight (well, I would be scared also as they are very scary) and what do you expect a paranoia do? Yes, you had probably guessed it right. He cooped himself in the room and so died in the room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when our main character came into the picture, she found the money and wanted to take it whole. That was when the trouble comes. I suppose we cannot blame them for their rash decision and greed as they had dreams built years ago and this is the last chance for them, which I think is not realistic enough. Admittedly, there are people who would dream of striking the lottery one day and Ka-boom!!!! became a millionaire in a day, but does that happened every single day? Get real!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this woman is a bimbo too (maybe not, but for prolonging the dramatic effects; if not, there will be no climax and all). She managed to take the money out in a garbage form (here, the scene is a bit scary as a neighbour offered to accompany her. Afterwards, when they were done, the woman, Julia, asked her to go up first, in which the woman was scrutinizing her all the way up the elevator)out of the building. Instead, she brought the money again into the building just to dry them (the money were found in a wet place as the crime scene is full of water leaking out). That is so weird. In reality, I think I would just take the money and get away in a cab and that would be sayonara forever, but no... it must be in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, nobody gets the money and nobody survived except Julia, our main actress (that is, barely alive as well). So where is the point of gaining money in a distorted? way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) be realistic: go find your own money&lt;br /&gt;2) if you really won a lottery, ask the bank's in-charge not to bring two big bags &lt;br /&gt;to your house&lt;br /&gt;3) be careful of your neighbours? (Hmmmm... perhaps not really. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;4) be happy and content with yourself (whether living in a small cottage with &lt;br /&gt;just little bread and all. At least you are not fighting for your live just for &lt;br /&gt;some money)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-8982500835576545669?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8982500835576545669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=8982500835576545669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8982500835576545669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/8982500835576545669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-it-comes-to-money.html' title='When it comes to money...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4561834127156164435</id><published>2008-09-12T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:13:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I watched a movie (in a DVD form) called "Hide and Seek".  At first I thought it was a horor movie, which turned out to be not.  It was more of a thriller.  Just in case you do not have the slightest idea of what the story is about, below is a synopsis of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is this guy who is a psycologist who has a beautiful wife and a cute daughter.  The wife seemed to have some kind of mental problem which could not be solved and she committed suicide one night.  Other than that, the story focus on the game of hide and seek, where the mother would play with the child every night.  After that, you can see more of it when the child played with this imaginary friend of hers, called Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There are abundant of events whereby involves murders of various people, first mildly that include dolls and later on, real life people- a woman and a cop.  The father in the movie was very protective of his daughter, considering she was in a shock (she saw her mother's death), as well as being possessive.  He would not allowed his daughter near any stranger, even when it meant the sheriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the story evolved, the reason to all this was revealed.  The wife of that psycologist was having an affair with another guy, in which the husband saw them playing hide and seek.  One night, he could not stand it anymore and killed his wife in the bath tub.  Later on, whenever he saw his daughter near a man, he would remembered the cheat that happened on him.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Eventually, we would know that he is sick.  He was actually Charlie that was playing with his daughter after all this while.  In fact, he had a disease which is common in the society of psychologist- split personality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the end, his daughter was rescued by a friend of the father who was close to the child as well.  But, the thing did not ended.  In the last scene, when the father's friend wanted to take the child to school, there was a drawing in which drew the girl and the friend.  Now here is the spooky part: The little girl has two heads in the same body, just like what had happened to the dad.  Spooky, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now so it happened that Leslie Cheung was in the same position as well.  He acted in this eerie series which involves him as a psychologist, in which some say that he could not bear the mental torment which leads him to a depression and suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is normal that doctor cannot help themselves by treating on their own.  They need another doctor to diagnose on him.  By and by, it is the same for all profession.  But, it is most scary when the professional could not handle the field of his own and eventually bit to dead by his own game.  Sad and spooky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4561834127156164435?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4561834127156164435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4561834127156164435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4561834127156164435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4561834127156164435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/freaky.html' title='Freaky...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1222763234842146966</id><published>2008-09-11T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:50:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship: When they turned sour PART 2</title><content type='html'>Remember in the few blogs beforehand, I told you about my friend's problem with his dad?  Well, I also have problems with my grandparents.  Admitedly, I was never close to any of them and now three of them left this world and the last of all-my maternal grandmother is well, a hard-to-get-along kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Perhaps it was the marriage between my pparents that drew apart our relationships with, especially my maternal side of the family, including my cousins and all, but not entirely, thankfully.  There were still some that we can get along fine.  But whenever we went to the house, we would always felt awkward and the air is always unbearable, suffocating until we could not stand it anymore and tried to leave.  The matter is that worse everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know perfectly well that I should not blame anyone for this, but I think the location of our house and their's also contribute to the fact that we were kind of awkward in their presence.  The distance is that far that we only go there one day yearly, which is on the Chinese New Year.  Unbelievable, right?  Not with you ask me.  You see, both of my parents worked and well, we do not have the transportation to go there even it is in my hometown as well, which is Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But what is done is done and I just need to get used to that.  So, whenever you see me acting awkwardly towards the elders, please consider my situation as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1222763234842146966?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1222763234842146966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1222763234842146966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1222763234842146966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1222763234842146966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/relationship-when-they-turned-sour-part.html' title='Relationship: When they turned sour PART 2'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-554023446586136134</id><published>2008-09-11T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:39:22.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to tell...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a beautiful village in a very secluded area of hill Cinta.  In this village, there were only those who were pure hearted, diligent, honest and caring.  They shared the same workload working in the fields; the men will plough and plant the paddy whereas the women will gather and weave yarns and cook a splendid lunch for their husbands while the children will share their toys among each other, playing, giggling and laughing all throughout the day.  Then when evening came, the villagers would gather around, had a cup of tea and shared stories that they found amusing.  It was indeed a happy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon a young man whose name was Spilt-Tongue staggered into the &lt;br /&gt;village where upon the people found him hunger-stricken and extremely thirsty.  So kind were they that they each contributed a morsel of food and water for him.  Eventually, he regained his consciousness and told them about his journey: that he was, in fact, a doctor and was robbed during his journey to the city; thus, lost his possessions entirely.  Upon hearing the incident, they took pity on him and allowed him to stay.  Now, he was indeed a doctor, but he was unscrupulous and money-minded whereupon he would practice all sorts of dirty tricks just so that he can gained an extra income.  However, the villagers did not know anything of his past and continued their merry lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later on, a lethal skin disease spread furiously in the village.  The doctor &lt;br /&gt;saw an opportunity to make big money out of it and claimed that he has the remedy for this rare disease, but it will cost highly.  The villagers believed him and in order to buy the remedy, some of the rather poor villagers would have to resort to stealing, which eventually destroyed their initial innocence.  Sadly, they did not realize that the so-called miracle packets of medicine were made out of dried leaves and roots found under the trees.  When asked of it ineffectiveness after awhile, Split-Tongue assured them that it needed to be consumed for quite some time still.  As people of good hearted and naïve, they believed in him thoroughly and why not – he is the doctor.  Eventually, they all died and the unscrupulous doctor gets all the hard earned money of the villagers and on his way to yet another pure hearted people’ village to suck the lives out of them.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  My professional ethics' lecturer said it is wonderful.  So happy am I!!! At least that meant my efforts were not wasted.  ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-554023446586136134?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/554023446586136134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=554023446586136134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/554023446586136134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/554023446586136134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-to-tell.html' title='A story to tell...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-4772635912714430904</id><published>2008-09-10T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:35:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship: When it is an rotten apple</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who felt unbalanced when he saw his friends or relatives being close to their dad and he just could not do so.  Obviously, he felt lonely, right?  That is my point in this blog: What do we do when a relationship turned sour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I would not say that "Well, it is your fault that your relationship with him/her is so bitter".  Just like in the world, there are a diversity of race, nation, opinions, hobbies, cultures and all.  These insignificant things, in my opinion, is the trigger to a bad relationship.  Why do I say so?  There is a saying that goes, birds of a feather fly together.  How true.  People seemed to be drawn towards people that are similar to them in some way or another: by their hobbies, thinking, race and all.  Therefore, what will happened when two mind are diverged?  Well, they will tend to disagree, fight and it turned a relationship sour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But, in order to compromise others' thinking to our own just to save a relationship is thoroughly foolish.  I, for one, believed in self expression.  If one is struggling to compromise the other, saying that, "Yes, I agree with you completely" but deep inside your heart you are actually screaming in agony, what is the point then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In order to resolve this unpleasant feeling that gnawed at you,  perhaps one can apply the "I agree to not disagree" policy.  Then, you would not be stubborn and listen to the other side of the story, not being prejudice and well, you might save the relationship as well...  Good luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-4772635912714430904?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4772635912714430904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=4772635912714430904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4772635912714430904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/4772635912714430904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/relationship-when-it-is-rotten-apple.html' title='Relationship: When it is an rotten apple'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-2738559617969705457</id><published>2008-09-10T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:23:26.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripped and tripped again... Funny?</title><content type='html'>Two weeks before I was in Yen Cheng's house and I tripped in the bathroom.  This week the incident played itself again, but on the stairs.  The latter is definitely scarier, but I laughed after walking off a distance. Weird?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Well, I do have my personal reason, like: It's a once-in-a-life experience, no? Who could have the opportunity to do that?  I tripped badly, you know and it hurts.  The funny thing is that both incidents involved my left leg.  The first time i tripped and fell on my buttocks, I did not feel any pain and that only when i sat down that I saw my knee was bleeding and became a huge blot of red.  The second time, which is this Monday was a tad more serious where I scrap not only again, my knee and my feet (well, I am not so sure that part of the leg is called; it is the feet part but beside and in front of the ankle?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyhow, it does not pain much as it was then.  Should be okay. Do not worry!!! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-2738559617969705457?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2738559617969705457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=2738559617969705457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2738559617969705457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2738559617969705457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/tripped-and-tripped-again-funny.html' title='Tripped and tripped again... Funny?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-6810912991031088366</id><published>2008-09-10T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:14:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>This week I have to hand in abundant of assignments that require me to have access to the Internet; however, there was none in my college.  I actually planned to take my laptop to my faculty, but I received a lot of bad omens last week.  Like on Monday, my friend's motorcycle was stolen near her house and another friend of mine was nabbed outside a club and I wanted to bring it on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After pondering for some time, I decided not to bring it there.  But the frustration that I had for the wireless is bubbling until now... Arrrrrgh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-6810912991031088366?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6810912991031088366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=6810912991031088366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6810912991031088366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/6810912991031088366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-1440436350725244140</id><published>2008-09-01T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:20:49.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex education</title><content type='html'>Last Friday i went out with Yen Cheng to shop in Mid Valley.  While waiting for a cab to come by, we talked for quite some time on a very interesting subject: Sex Education.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  According to her, her class conducted a presentation that afternoon itself and this was what her course mates revealed:&lt;br /&gt;ach &lt;br /&gt;1. Crime rate increases (rape, molest) because people are not well educated regarding this field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Malaysia is the only country that cut off steamy scenes; yet putting the same genre for people above 18 (SX18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When it comes to the solution, her coursemate suggested that a sex education class should be conducted to educate the people about this undisclosed subject.  But, some of her coursemates disagree upon this approach.  They think it is better if they teach the people in a discreet manner.  The problem is that what if the teacher is not willing to do that?  Perhaps they are shy?  Bear in mind that Malaysia has becomes a so-called "A" country where the importance is put on the amount of A's that the students obtained.  If that is the case, do you not think that the teacher would rather focus more on the studies than to enforce the knowledge of sex education?  Comments are welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-1440436350725244140?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1440436350725244140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=1440436350725244140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1440436350725244140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/1440436350725244140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/sex-education.html' title='Sex education'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581287963824318583.post-2758479524270959234</id><published>2008-09-01T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:08:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is better?</title><content type='html'>In the modern generation, young people especially do not like to talk on the phone.  If they cannot see the person they are talking to, they would prefer messaging instead.  Yet, i remembered a friend of mine, Jen Hann told me that he believes that it is far better if anyone receives a phone call on their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What am i trying to say here is: Which is better? Phone call or messaging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I, for one, love to talk.  If i have the time and brain(with this, i mean topics), i can talk hours and hours without stopping.  However, when i do not have that kind of "gift" on a particular day, well, i would just be a listener.  So, where is the problem? None in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe that is the reason for me to accept both phone call and messaging.  But, just let us let the pros and cons in both these devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone call:&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1. you can express yourself better &lt;br /&gt;2. any emotion are not hidden from your listener&lt;br /&gt;3. level of intimacy is higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1. expenditure is higher (it might be RM0.36/ min)&lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes emotions are overpowering&lt;br /&gt;3. what will happened if you do not have anything to say? answer is .......  &lt;br /&gt;   (expenditure higher than ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messaging:&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheaper&lt;br /&gt;2. Nobody will know what is your expression, whether you are angry or such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1. misunderstanding happens (when the reader reads the message with a different tone)&lt;br /&gt;2. level of intimacy decreases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In short, both of them have their individual pros and cons.  Therefore, we can use them wisely and accordingly to our desires, objectives and such.  I welcome any comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581287963824318583-2758479524270959234?l=milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2758479524270959234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581287963824318583&amp;postID=2758479524270959234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2758479524270959234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581287963824318583/posts/default/2758479524270959234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milky-n-sugary-bluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/which-is-better.html' title='Which is better?'/><author><name>sugarbluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207957004314592455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0JzTzAOrEIo/R3r-9MPrf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/4aCs9GHbVHs/S220/1_868239693l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
