<?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-12303186</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:48:14.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.B.I.O.S.T.R.Y.:</title><subtitle type='html'>Electronic Biomechanical Individual Optimized for Scientific Troubleshooting and Rational Yelling</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-2802808138716718643</id><published>2006-11-17T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:25:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Blogger.</title><content type='html'>Officially switched to ebiostry.wordpress.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-2802808138716718643?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/2802808138716718643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=2802808138716718643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/2802808138716718643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/2802808138716718643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-bye-blogger.html' title='Bye Bye Blogger.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-109450963318396396</id><published>2006-11-13T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>After my exams, I'm going to switch to using Wordpress instead. It has the password protecting post thingy which I want and Blogger doesn't have. I can write whatever I want without having to censor! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days more to go! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-109450963318396396?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/109450963318396396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=109450963318396396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/109450963318396396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/109450963318396396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116212508725271796</id><published>2006-10-29T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been really feeling the pressure. Not until 6.30pm today, while playing bball. The panic started to kick in. I'm not going to have much sleep tonight again. Sigh. If only I could make myself panic like 3 weeks earlier or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/10 Math P3 9.00~10.45&lt;br /&gt;31/10 Chem (P) 8.30~10.00/11.00~12.30&lt;br /&gt;3/11 Math P6 9.00~10.15&lt;br /&gt;7/11 Phys P4 10.15~11.15&lt;br /&gt;10/11 Chem P2 9.00~10.15, Chem P6 10.30~11.30&lt;br /&gt;15/11 Chem P1 9.00~10.00, Chem P4 10.15~11.30&lt;br /&gt;16/11 Phys P6 10.15~11.00&lt;br /&gt;17/11 F.Math P1 9.00~12.00&lt;br /&gt;20/11 F.Math P2 1.00~4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone. Its been nice knowing you all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116212508725271796?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116212508725271796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116212508725271796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116212508725271796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116212508725271796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116184499650531064</id><published>2006-10-26T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>-Watched Garfield: Tail of The Two Kitties yesterday. I LOVE GARFIELD! The only cat I will ever like because its cute, fat, cool and lazy! Cute cute cute cute cute...CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chemistry doesn't exist. Chemistry doesn't exist. Chemistry doesn't exist. Chemistry doesn't exist....... &gt;.&lt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Looked out my window today. No more haze! Yeah! No more blaming the 'dirty' windows for clouding my clear blue skies. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00681.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The state of my room. Mum says I'll scare off my future room mates when I go off to uni later and she'll be feeling very sorry for them for having to live with me. LOL. (Poor Jack =P Can you spot him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00622.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EbioSTY. =D Such a big difference from how it was when my gang and Boss's gang came over to my house eh? LOL! And I'm supposed to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00621.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OOOOOH! Death Note is gonna be released onto the cinemas in Malaysia on the 9th of Nov! WATCH WATCH!! I WANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just finished lunch. Attempted to watch Saw while eating but it just spoilt my apetite. Lol. I'm losing my touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116184499650531064?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116184499650531064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116184499650531064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116184499650531064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116184499650531064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/random_26.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116170002261169206</id><published>2006-10-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parkson Charity Music Festival 2006.</title><content type='html'>Caught up with Hsiang Chun on MSN last sunday and she told me about this concert helping KC raise funds for the rebuilding(?) of the school (while pijak-ing me, telling me how outdated I was. LOL! =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkson.com.my/happenings/happenings.asp?SwitchFunctionID=4100&amp;amp;EventID=4412"&gt;I WANNA GO TO THIS CONCERT!! =(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though KCGHS will be turning co-ed in 2008, I'll still love it no matter what. I had the best six years (or 5 and a 5 months) of my life studying there. Friends, teachers, AND FOOD =), basketball, etc. UNFORGETTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember whining about being sent to a Chinese Independent School instead of my choice, Catholic High. I remember our seniors asking whether we came on our own free-will or were we forced by our parents during the Orientation week. Many which chose the latter (of course including me lah!). And I also remember her saying that we'll not regret coming here after a few years later. She was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 1: I still wonder how my mum managed to force me into joining the Chinese Ochestra Club instead of my prefered choice, the track team. Lol. Even though not many people can imagine me playing a 'Pipa', but I DID! and we even performed in the school concert during that year! Me! Wearing a PINK silky cheongsamy top and a LOOOOOOONG black skirt. LOL! I'm sure many of you are dying of laughter. But whatever! The practices were fun. =P. And my instrument is still somewhere in the club's storeroom. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2: One of the most carefree year. The only period I paid any attention to was Math. Passed the rest sleeping, chatting, eating, reading useless HK gossip magazines (getting caught once too!). Joined the basketball club. Turned charcoal. Had the most fun sitting in the last row. I remember the junk food passed around the 3 last rows. From one end to the other, left right, back and forth. Not only junk food were passed around, test papers too during small tests! My English paper, Wai Kuan's Geo + Sains etc. papers, Chuin Ni's Mandarin paper, (if I remembered correctly) being passed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3+4+5: The establishment of our class's DBKL team. Going from one class to another scouting for food. Lol. And sharing it. And the fighting in the volleyball and basketball tournaments to our deaths. Drama competitions. I wish I could relive the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a secondary school student is the best time anyone could ever have. Nothing much to worry. Except for exams. Having loads of fun activities. Being young. Not old. Still growing, eating all you like without gaining any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the good old days. I totally don't understand why Swee Kee wants to go out to the working world ASAP. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wish I could go to the concert which is gonna be held this Sunday at the Bukit Jalil Putra Stadium (even though I'm having Maths P3 the next day. SCREW P3!!). Sigh. But seems like nobody's going. I guess I'll just catch it live on Astro or something. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116170002261169206?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116170002261169206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116170002261169206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116170002261169206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116170002261169206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/parkson-charity-music-festival-2006.html' title='Parkson Charity Music Festival 2006.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116149469596277685</id><published>2006-10-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up.</title><content type='html'>Since my brother left, I practically have no one to talk to at home. I can go on for days without opening my mouth to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 years have passed since I left KC, and I think the biggest change in me is becoming a loner. I really do not mind being alone. Even when I turn up alone for classes (because my whole gang ponteng =P), I don't join the other gangs. I remember always being afraid of doing things alone. But now, I actually feel the joy in it. Doing maths at McD's in Mid Valley for 4 hours, riding the LRT train back and forth, window-shopping or even shooting baskets alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone says that I am being sadistic, but you can really enjoy the silence this way. =D I don't need much human interaction and really prefer keeping my mouth shut because I have nothing better to say. Maybe that's why I am not close to anyone at all. I'm sure that most people consider me as one of those friends you'd call up when you want to have fun with. But when it comes to facing problems, no one would ever think of asking me to help them solve it. LOL. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this post is really a mess. I don't even know what I'm babbling about. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Physics Design was a killer. And I just can't gain that momentum that I'm suppose to have during exams. I feel downright lazy. Sleeping the whole day when I should really be cramming for Chemistry. My mum does have the right to nag at me non-stop. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116149469596277685?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116149469596277685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116149469596277685&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116149469596277685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116149469596277685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/messed-up.html' title='Messed Up.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116100638933050522</id><published>2006-10-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>What do you call a stupid prawn + ostrich?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHAN CUIXIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am the stupidest person EVER on earth today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID IDIOT BRAINLESS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;@#$&amp;*$%()!@#$)!@(&amp;amp;%!#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116100638933050522?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116100638933050522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116100638933050522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116100638933050522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116100638933050522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116035387000965558</id><published>2006-10-09T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the....?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Kuen Cheng High is becoming co-ed next year?!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116035387000965558?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116035387000965558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116035387000965558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116035387000965558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116035387000965558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/what.html' title='What the....?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-116013561912080938</id><published>2006-10-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>I thought today would be just like every other morning. Get up, wash face, change, eat breakfast, KL Sentral Lrt, walk to college, lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, not today. I got to KL Sentral, couldn't get into the station, it was all locked up except for a tiny door which they only allowed those with monthly passes to enter (I found out later). I thought there was something wrong with the machines which read the cards and Touch N Go card so I asked my mum to drop me off at the Bangsar station instead. Trains came at such LOOOOOONG intervals. There were announcements of some technical or railway difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the fun started. The train I got on at Bangsar station stopped REALLY LONG at the KL Sentral station. When it went on to Masjid Jamek, all of us which wanted to continue our journey in the same direction had to get off and wait for another train which would go on only till KLCC. Met Hui Ling at the Masjid Jamek station. At KLCC, again, the ones which wanted to continue on their journey in the same direction would have to get off and switch trains. And this train only went as far as Setiawangsa. Both Hui Ling and I were stuck at the Setiawangsa station for around 30 minutes just to catch another train to the next station, Wangsa Maju. There, we all had to get off as it would go no further to Taman Melati (our usual get-off-station) or Terminal Putra. We took a taxi and finally reached college at 11.00 a.m. We were supposed to be there by 9 a.m. for chemistry practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However cacat-ed it was, it still was FUN! =) Switching trains 3 times in a day. Not counting the switching stations from KL Sentral to Bangsar and the taxi ride to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes, the problem still hadn't been fixed. The Taman Melati station was closed. Waited for 20 minutes before it reopened. And when I finally got onto a train, only to have it stop at Wangsa Maju and be informed that the trains would not operate further till 30 minutes later and that the commuters had to find their own ways of getting to their destination. Oh brother. Finally, I resorted to taking a Metrobus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned I hate taking busses? Or more like that I am afraid of taking one because of a bad experience? But being alone made me a little more brave (ahem). (And I did get to sit beside a good looking guy all the way. Eye candy. BWAHAHHAHAHHAHA!) I got to town and didn't know where it would stop nearest to the KL train station. Therefore, I got down at Kota Raya as the buildings were sort of familiar. Even though, I wasn't that much of a town girl. I ended up taking a looooooong route to get to the station instead of the displacement which would have taken me a much shorter time. BANGANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I departed from Tarc at 3 p.m. Time of arrival at home? 5.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I only realized that today would be officially the last day of college after all the lessons were over. I AM SO SLOW! (Can't believe I'm actually saying this but I'll be missing Tarc and the lecturers but MOSTLY the BBALL COURT! T.T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-116013561912080938?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/116013561912080938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=116013561912080938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116013561912080938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/116013561912080938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115968022014421393</id><published>2006-10-01T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:06.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy 1 Free 1 Coupon.</title><content type='html'>Just remembered that I still have a buy 1 free 1 coupon for 'the Devil wears Pradas' movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody want it? GSC cinemas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115968022014421393?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115968022014421393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115968022014421393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115968022014421393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115968022014421393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/10/buy-1-free-1-coupon.html' title='Buy 1 Free 1 Coupon.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115961574145519434</id><published>2006-09-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Love Actually'.</title><content type='html'>Today, I finally finished watching 'Love Actually' which someone (forgotten who it was) recommended it a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows the lives of eight different couples in dealing with their love lives in various loosely and interrelated tales all set during a month before Christmas in London, England. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Amazon's plot outline of this film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A romantic comedy in short. Many touching scenes (even though it was a short one, my fav was the one where Keira Knightly found out that her husband's friend didn't actually dislike her but...) and funny ones (Billy Nighy and his manager. LOL). The movie ended with all the couples ending up at the airport in a very uplifting note. Happy endings. I love. =) Great soundtrack too. Now, I'm in love with the Glasgow Love Theme by Craig Armstrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;all around.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115961574145519434?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115961574145519434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115961574145519434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115961574145519434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115961574145519434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-actually.html' title='&apos;Love Actually&apos;.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115961377746546868</id><published>2006-09-30T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials.</title><content type='html'>To think that I was so happy when Hui Ling told me that they wouldn't be sending the trials results home this time, I was foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It arrived 2 days ago. I had barely taken off my shoes when I came home, my mum started firing at me. 'WHY YOUR PHYSICS GET C ARH?!?!?!?' I had nothing to say. I couldn't argue back or try to defend myself because I did indeed get a FRIGGIN C! However, she had not bomb me about my U for chemistry. U=Ungraded=FAIL. Guess she had all the mental preparations for it. =P Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world am I going to bring up my Physics to an A and Chemistry to at least a B in less than a month's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by spending less time on the computer and acually studying. Ugh. Then MAYBE a miracle might happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115961377746546868?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115961377746546868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115961377746546868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115961377746546868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115961377746546868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/trials.html' title='Trials.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115952907117285504</id><published>2006-09-29T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly miss me brother. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115952907117285504?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115952907117285504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115952907117285504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115952907117285504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115952907117285504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/weird.html' title='Weird.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115937346884763577</id><published>2006-09-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It Again.</title><content type='html'>Today, I did it again. Without intention (or maybe with a TEENY WEENY bit of it), I made my teacher feel bad, again. Sigh. He always makes blunders during his lectures while solving questions. I am not saying that he's supposed to be a 100% correct all the time, but the number of times..Aaaaargh..makes me feel like cekik-ing him! And during tutorials, he takes forever to look at a question and a few times can't give an explanation straightaway and has to 'go back and check' before giving it to us. That irritates me A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that justify my sociopathic behaviour towards him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not that much of a sociopath at all because I do feel kinda sorry for him each time I try to make him feel embarass. He always has that kind and helpless look each and everytime. Even when I skip his classes, he'd be reminding us to copy his notes or lend us his answers to his tests which we didn't even bother showing up to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a horrible student to have in a teacher's class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115937346884763577?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115937346884763577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115937346884763577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115937346884763577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115937346884763577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-did-it-again.html' title='I Did It Again.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115900584390026974</id><published>2006-09-23T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>I've begun thinking about some of the things I would want to do with all that free time after A2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do something drastic about my hair. (yes people, bear with my 'broom head' for another 2 more months.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Spend more time with Max. Take her for walks at least once a day. For her sake (and mine as well). I do love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Take up Japanese and guitar lessons again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Reply Aya's and Mika's letters which I've been procrastinating since the beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch animes till I can't differentiate between fantasy and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Play bball at least twice a week at some neighbourhood where people are semangat about it so I get to play games and not just practice my shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Get a job at Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) (Hopefully) Earn enough money in a few months to buy an air ticket to see my brother in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Experiment my 100 plus + sandwich-for-meals diet, see whether it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Learn to drive MANUALLY, get my license and then WRECK MY BRO's BRAND NEW MAZDA 3 when I see him! Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now. Anymore suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115900584390026974?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115900584390026974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115900584390026974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115900584390026974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115900584390026974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/year-end-resolutions.html' title='Year End Resolutions.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115899925448662608</id><published>2006-09-23T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>I'm charcoal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115899925448662608?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115899925448662608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115899925448662608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115899925448662608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115899925448662608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/shit_23.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115883574326735574</id><published>2006-09-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy To Seputeh (Or Maybe Just Jalan Batu Laut 1).</title><content type='html'>Even though my whole body is aching from yesterday's bballing from 2-4.30 PM (siao langs like Aaron and Imran idea. Don't know why suddenly so semangat.. *dumbfounded*), and i feel like poop now, I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Justin's (who lives in the corner house just few houses away from me) 'Wong Fei Hong' cd, is history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, like any other day, that annoying song blared out from his home (he 'hoo haa's to the song). At the beginning, I was thinking 'Not again...... Bloody hell...' BUT THEN, it got stuck! The song kept repeating the same note, word, whatever you call it, like some techno remix of it. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Even though my abdomen was hurting like hell (kena ball biscuit), I couldn't stop laughing. He tried playing it again, not once, BUT THREE TIMES!! And all three times I burst into a laughing fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115883574326735574?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115883574326735574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115883574326735574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115883574326735574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115883574326735574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/joy-to-seputeh-or-maybe-just-jalan.html' title='Joy To Seputeh (Or Maybe Just Jalan Batu Laut 1).'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115840237331905231</id><published>2006-09-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, The Stupidest Physics Option Paper Candidate.</title><content type='html'>Never in my whole life have I ever been embarassed in front of two classes for writing crap in futile attempt to gain some luck-marks for my Physics option paper (which was due to the fact that I had not even flip through my notes even once before entering the examination hall). Mr. Hoo, our Physics lecturer actually made fun of me  TWICE for writing petroleum as biofuel once during tutorials (with a smack on my head with the papers he had in his hands) and the 2nd time in the lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the worst was when he was asking for people to voice out their opinions when he was teaching us the Enviromental Physics option. He called my name and as usual, I kept my mouth shut. Then, he gave a remark which went something like this, 'If you also no opinion ar, then the whole class die sure die already...' or something of that sort. Translation: if even you can't make up some crazy answers, none of the class can. The humiliation. So now, I am officially dubbed as the student who does not know how to use her brains (or maybe it's because she doesn't have any at all) and gives the crappiest answers to Physics questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound like I am making a big fuss out of all of this, but it is embarassing. I will never again, or maybe try hard not to attempt to answer anymore questions which I have absolutely no clue about and leave them blank instead. Or should I continue crapping, bringing some joy to my future examiner's marking routine? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115840237331905231?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115840237331905231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115840237331905231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115840237331905231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115840237331905231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-stupidest-physics-option-paper.html' title='I, The Stupidest Physics Option Paper Candidate.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115780913654317664</id><published>2006-09-09T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>I still dream about them at least thrice a week. I try hard to forget but they just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my mind could function like that of a computer's storage. Delete everything with just a single click. Everything bitter would not exist, virtually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd be better off without them. Even happy ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115780913654317664?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115780913654317664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115780913654317664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115780913654317664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115780913654317664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/09/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115657226370528477</id><published>2006-08-26T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:05.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig Me A Hole Six Feet Under.</title><content type='html'>Now I think I know what it feels like to be dying. It was supposed to be a holiday week, however, like Boss said, it turned into a study week for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world have I been doing for this past few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing long overdued maths homework, Bleach-ing, day-dreaming. EVERYTHING BUT REVISING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doomed. No one can save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should only be one of the two extremes: over-hardworking and caring too much about the result OR freaking-bloody lazy and not give a damn about how anything turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER in between just like I am now. I am lazy and worrying too much about not doing well. The feeling sucks. Serves me right. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115657226370528477?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115657226370528477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115657226370528477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115657226370528477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115657226370528477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/08/dig-me-hole-six-feet-under.html' title='Dig Me A Hole Six Feet Under.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115353613551436835</id><published>2006-07-22T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Competition Days Over.</title><content type='html'>It was Sports Carnival Registration week. Sigh. Wanted to play table-tennis doubles with Cheng Yeon but there was no more places left. Wanted to participate in the basketball competition just for the fun of it but couldn't get enough people to form a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball competition days are over for girls once you leave high school. NO FAIR! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115353613551436835?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115353613551436835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115353613551436835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115353613551436835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115353613551436835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/07/basketball-competition-days-over.html' title='Basketball Competition Days Over.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115321395870637703</id><published>2006-07-18T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask. Long Story. =p</title><content type='html'>我是一粒未'成熟'的榴链.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115321395870637703?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115321395870637703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115321395870637703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115321395870637703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115321395870637703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-ask-long-story-p.html' title='Don&apos;t ask. Long Story. =p'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115241643642042541</id><published>2006-07-09T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Went to KLCC yesterday to meet up with Janet who came back from England (and is soon to be flying off to Australia to study in UNSW). She hasn't changed much at all! =P Her arms are still as strong and powerful as ever! *ouch* and her trademark witch-laughter. ;) Wanted to skip lunch, but evil Janet kept tempting me to eat a piece of really delicious-looking cake. Argh! And I succumbed to her temptations... Sigh. I'll never be able to lose weight. =( But it is really nice to meet up with 'old' friends again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and had a headache. Couldn't do anything later.  Head was throbbing like hell. *sigh* Procrastination.(I really wanted to do some tutorials and start kissing some of Electromagnetism's butt! T.T HONEST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there's some renovation going on in the house. Change of ceiling boards. Bro and I cabuted to godparent's house. Supposed to be doing work now.... *guilty* I better start now before I regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Xi Shua Shua Xi Shua Shua Oh Xi Shua Shua Ooo Oooo* Bwahahhahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115241643642042541?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115241643642042541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115241643642042541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115241643642042541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115241643642042541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115241505885229106</id><published>2006-07-09T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Ever Be Able To Get Used To 'It'?</title><content type='html'>习惯就好吗....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115241505885229106?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115241505885229106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115241505885229106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115241505885229106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115241505885229106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/07/will-i-ever-be-able-to-get-used-to-it.html' title='Will I Ever Be Able To Get Used To &apos;It&apos;?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115218780787803322</id><published>2006-07-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice week.</title><content type='html'>Attended a talk about Electrical and Electronic Engineering given by the University of Melbourne. Got a clearer picture on that course. It looks very fun!!  All the projects you get to do in the super canggih labs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I want to study overseas. Somewhere far away from home. Reason? To make myself become more independent. I admit, I AM way too dependent and (quotes brother) a chicken. I never dared to call the waiter in restaurants, ta-pau stuff, ask questions etc. My mum tries to help me do most of my stuff so that I have more time to 'study' and now I've become a spoilt useless brat. =( Like my brother says, I need to be dumped somewhere where I have to do everything on my own. Wash the dishes, cook, do the laundry, housework.. and I'd probably get a job over there(according to the guy who gave the talk, minimum wage AU$12 per hour *kaching*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mum says I'd have lots of distractions. And I will have a high tendency of not doing well because based on her observations on me all these years, I am easily distracted. If I stayed back here in Malaysia, she would at least be able to keep an eye on me. -.-!! *sigh* Mum, you can't watch over me forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Happy Birthday Mum.&lt;br /&gt;-Swee Kee just gave me another good name to call my brother's future kids. Phan Popiah! Long story. But it was freakin hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;-feeling neglected.&lt;br /&gt;-electromagnetism is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115218780787803322?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115218780787803322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115218780787803322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115218780787803322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115218780787803322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-week.html' title='Nice week.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-115179979720302193</id><published>2006-07-02T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>Whole body's aching from yesterday's basketball back at Tarc. But, I love it! I miss basketball-ing(with a proper half court =p)  so much! It was fun the 3-on-3, but poor Su Ling made a blunder and ended up pairing up two girls in one team. (Su Ling: Next saturday again and next next Monday! =) Don't count too much on my 'pilot' gang though. =|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to do also is to have a proper 5-on-5 match like the good old days. *sniff* Try getting the opposing team to chase you down half court and me myself getting out of breath really fast. When is the sports carnival?!?!? *sigh* even if there is, I could never find enough girls for a team... I miss KCGHS sooooooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. No fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-115179979720302193?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/115179979720302193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=115179979720302193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115179979720302193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/115179979720302193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114951242599677164</id><published>2006-06-05T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Will I Be Defined In The Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Phan Cuixia --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;ostry --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benevolent to a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;cuixia --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahhahahahahaaaa!!! I like this one!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114951242599677164?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114951242599677164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114951242599677164&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114951242599677164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114951242599677164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-will-i-be-defined-in-dictionary.html' title='How Will I Be Defined In The Dictionary'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114684612520956020</id><published>2006-05-06T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Signals.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, A brought home B to have dinner together with A's family. B started come around a lot, hanging out with A. A treated B very well too. He would tar-pau dinner for B and deliver it to her house when she was busy with her work. B was very friendly with A's sibling. She was nice. However, A already had a girlfriend. After around a month, B stopped coming, abruptly. Recently, B sent a Happy Mother's Day card to A's mum. Huh? A's parents starts making assumptions that B is still hoping that A will like her, imagining things. They pity B. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should never send out false signals. Or maybe you say that B shouldn't have been so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114684612520956020?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114684612520956020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114684612520956020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114684612520956020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114684612520956020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/05/false-signals.html' title='False Signals.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114673714499868157</id><published>2006-05-04T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Imran' and 'Wai Kuan', The Couple 2 of Our Gangs Are Trying To Help Matchmake.</title><content type='html'>All I've gotta say is..... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! [super-duper evil laughter.. come Boss, everyone.. laugh together with me!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the two sit together. Bwahahahaha. The WHOLE class knows that 'Wai Kuan' thinks 'Imran' is a HOT GIRL. /Evil. Secretly took photos of them, courtesy of Ming Hui's and Hui Ling's camphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Boss, seriously, I fear for my life after posting this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/27042006402.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooppss... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/27042006407.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 of them pretending to be paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/27042006409.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow, Imran looks kinda..... in this pic..BWAHAHAHHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00125.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyeheheheh.. Hui Ling and I purposely let them sit together for them to 'pak' a bit of 'toh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00124.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo... loving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00121.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This will be the picture they will look back at when they're happily married ever after with 10 kids!! *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114673714499868157?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114673714499868157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114673714499868157&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114673714499868157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114673714499868157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/05/imran-and-wai-kuan-couple-2-of-our.html' title='&apos;Imran&apos; and &apos;Wai Kuan&apos;, The Couple 2 of Our Gangs Are Trying To Help Matchmake.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114673545964922967</id><published>2006-05-04T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swee Kee and The A&amp;W Eruption.</title><content type='html'>Had to bring empty A&amp;W bottles for a physics experiment. Helped drank one bottle. First to drink it was Swee Kee. She was holding the bottle in the middle but slipped right out of her grasp when she tried to drink. Next thing we knew, we had a Hui Ling screaming in hysterics and a pool of sticky A&amp;amp;W on the floor. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/26042006358.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/26042006360.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Culprit. Bwahahahaha. /evil. Still can bai3 pose arh S.K. Lee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/26042006356.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sticky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/26042006357.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/26042006361.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More squishy newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114673545964922967?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114673545964922967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114673545964922967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114673545964922967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114673545964922967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/05/swee-kee-and-aw-eruption.html' title='Swee Kee and The A&amp;W Eruption.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114645958377389673</id><published>2006-05-01T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuan Moo Tuan Gathering Dinner</title><content type='html'>I had to decide whether to go or not. I wanted to because all the active members from other states were coming down to attend and so was Yoyo and Yi Jun Jie, our group's helpers from Taiwan! However, at the same time, my conscience was making me think twice. I practically wasted the whole Saturday sleeping while my classmates were slaving away with their MUET test. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sakai-ishly asked 8 people whether I should go (didn't tell them, just asked them base it on their intuition). Half said I should half said I shouldn't. Bloody hell! Then I resorted to coin-tossing. (Boss, you said I was weird. And to that, I've only to say : NOW ONLY KNOW ME MEH!!) Results of the coin-toss? 5 straight 'go's!! Sigh. What is the probability of me throwing 5 heads? (0.5)^5=0.03125=3.15%. (That is if the coin was fair.) So, I let fate decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Sin Cher to arrive from Seremban. Went into the function hall. Oh my freakin god! Everyone except me was wearing orange! (I didn't have any orange clothes lah and I was to lazy to buy one specially for this dinner) Man. Did I get it from them! Our group occupied to tables. Before I could open my mouth and say hi the whole gang from the other table came to 'greet' me rubbing their fists. T.T The most 'cruel' three of all were Lit Ung, Zhao Yik, Fu Sheng and Kok Keong. One after another marah-ed me for being the odd one out. =p Should have brought a bodyguard along. Sigh. In the end, Wen Shi lent me her orange t-shirt and then I was welcomed 'warmly' again by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great even though nobody really ate. Everyone was either yakking away or cam-whoring. Hahaha. ALL THE FOOD TO MYSELF! I practically ate half of the big 'Fei Zau' fish! (That was until the waiter wanted to clear it away. Noooooooooo, my fiiiiishhh!! Not you lah Master Fishy, would never dream of eating you. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended with hugs and (ugh) kisses (especially from Juan Juan who kept trying to molest me. Argh!). Glad I went. Again, SCREW CHEMISTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Juan Juan, I'm in loveeeee with your specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2444.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Daphne's t-shirt which I could not fit in, my own t-shirt which they wouldn't let me wear, Wen Shi's which was too large for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2448.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner Menu: Yummy! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2447.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin Cher's chocolate before dinner! Oh well, we can have chocolate ANYTIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2451.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juan Juan...../swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2452.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REVENGE!! MUAHAHHAHAHAHHAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070358.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin Cher, my good buddy in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070361.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gorgeous Pei Xuan aka. Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070362.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ever-so-cute helper from Taiwan, YOYO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070364.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Motherly Pei Fang. Was in charge of forcing Juan Juan to wake up on time and drink a glass of h20 in the mornings while we were in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070355.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lit Ung, the flower prince and big bully! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070366.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wen Shi's husband!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070365.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zhao Yik, Me, Wen Shi, Jian Long. The two peekaboos? Birthday boy Cheng Dar and Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070374.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mua group leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070370.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weeeeyhoooo... Group 7 yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070386.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Su Huan!! Wake up!! Where's your SUNI VANI VENI VA VA HEY HEY VA VA HEY HEY?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070389.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dat's how I got my figure... *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070396.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fu Sheng, another big bully but caring and friendly buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070399.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was supposed to take a picture with Su Huan ONLY!!! Bah... /heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/P1070401.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here I was supposed to be taking this one with Zi Kuan!! I GIVE UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2445.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group 7!! Miss ya guys loads!! CYA NEXT YR!! (and I won't have any doubts the next time!! Muacks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114645958377389673?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114645958377389673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114645958377389673&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114645958377389673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114645958377389673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/kuan-moo-tuan-gathering-dinner.html' title='Kuan Moo Tuan Gathering Dinner'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114561281556961020</id><published>2006-04-21T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Choco Bunny</title><content type='html'>My bro bought it back from Australia. It was so darn cute that I couldn't bear to eat it!! Not after I took pictures of it anyway. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/4.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/5.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/6.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/7.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious. The only thing not so good about it was that it was hollow. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114561281556961020?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114561281556961020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114561281556961020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114561281556961020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114561281556961020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-choco-bunny.html' title='Easter Choco Bunny'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114502392586439151</id><published>2006-04-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say WAAAAAAAAAAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/DSC00100.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114502392586439151?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114502392586439151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114502392586439151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114502392586439151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114502392586439151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/say-waaaaaaaaaat.html' title='Say WAAAAAAAAAAT?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114455842917274605</id><published>2006-04-09T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qing Ming Festival (Don't know what it is called in English)</title><content type='html'>Today, woke up at 7.30a.m. to go to the Nilai Memorial Park for our annual whatever you call it to pay respects to my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people there. For once in all these years I didn't have to joss-stick(verb) because... erm.. well.. I'm having my period and my mum told me not to, had something to do with the customs. So, YIPPEE!! The next time when I don't feel like joss-sticking, I'll know what to do (or say). /Evil. Muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been like a picnic outing to me where all our relatives gather together for this day, all the siew yuks, egg tarts, siu mais etc. However, today, the other people showed me that it was more than just a supposed-to-be-serious-pay-respects-then-picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL THEY WERE PRACTICALLY LIGHTING UP FIRECRACKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one bloody family, but 4 or 5! WTF! It was like Chinese New Year!! Luckily, they didn't go over the edge and did fireworks like Guy Fawkes Day in V for Vendetta. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you're eating peacefully, all of a sudden... 'BOOM.. PHEEEEWWW.. BOOM!! POP!!'&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, scare all the spirits and ghosts away already lah aiyoooo!! Heloooooo!! What was the purpose of this whole event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't the whole thing supposed to be solemn? Like trying to remember the dead, but now its like we're celebrating the dead. Hmmmm... It's just like the Guy Fawkes Day in V for Vendetta!! NOW I SEEEEEEE.... Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'll definitely be hunting for fireworks before Qing Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I wonder how the whole thing will go the next time it's our turn (generation) to do it. My cousins, brother and I were like practically standing out of the elders' way. (In a way, that's helping out to you know.) I can just imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question:'What to do arh?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer:'Aiyaaa... just burn anything which is flamable lah.... just don't burn real money... BURN BABY BURN!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114455842917274605?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114455842917274605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114455842917274605&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114455842917274605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114455842917274605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/qing-ming-festival-dont-know-what-it.html' title='Qing Ming Festival (Don&apos;t know what it is called in English)'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114450942175478760</id><published>2006-04-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd 'You' Go?</title><content type='html'>I still miss you sometimes. Or to be precise, I miss the days we had fun talking and didn't converse like strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you change so much? Or was it because I couldn't accept the real you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? It's really damn friggin funny cause we never did have any fights or arguments at all. We just..... stopped talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114450942175478760?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114450942175478760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114450942175478760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114450942175478760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114450942175478760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/whered-you-go.html' title='Where&apos;d &apos;You&apos; Go?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114416442451642674</id><published>2006-04-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald Max</title><content type='html'>Max went to the vet a couple a days ago and got her hair all shaved off cause of some skin disease she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos were taken a few days after she got back. So, she doesn't look that much like a bald-naked mole rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'll just post it up for fun anyways. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2362.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm... can't really see the difference in this picture. Wutever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2365.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See those pink patches, that's what was causing all her itchiness. Still doesn't look really bald cause her hair grew back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2367.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha.. Don't know why I posted this one up. Well.. YUMMY!! Bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2368.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have waggily ears... Wheeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP2373.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just look at her tail. Without hairs on it, it looks just like a ridiculous rodent's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114416442451642674?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114416442451642674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114416442451642674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114416442451642674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114416442451642674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/bald-max.html' title='Bald Max'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114397895201444258</id><published>2006-04-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am stupid. Happy?</title><content type='html'>I hate all the geniuses in the world. Stupid nobel-prize winners. Idiots with inhuman brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you invent countless formulaes which NORMAL people like me find it so hard to understand, pushing us over our limit countless times. You think that makes you so great huh? Well, you can freakin hell continue being the cream of the crop of our meaningless society for all I care but leave me out of all your oh-knowledge-is-power bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore. I really don't care if the computer wasn't invented. I don't wanted to understand stupid waves when I can just know that different lengths and thickness of guitar strings produce different sounds. Why does everything have to be so precise? I just don't care whether the microwave oven wouldn't be invented if it were not for the great inventors, I'll just eat chicken or boar barbecued on a stick. Nor would I care whether there would be light if Thomas Alva Edison hadn't perservere in his experiments, I would just whip up a fire to give me light through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, life would be much more boring without all those techy gadgets. But I can always spend my free time playing basketball with a watermelon instead of a rubber spalding ball. Then, I'll be always fit and healthy unlike the obese couch potatoes or mouse-wutever-u-call-em of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the whole world wasn't so cooped up in their chase for progression and civilization, the world would be a much cleaner, peaceful and relaxing place to live in. The air would be free of the carbon monoxides comin out of vehicles never-endingly. And there wouldn't be CFCs to destroy the ozone layer. And everyone can go to hell (I'm in a bad mood now)  peacefully without worrying about what diseases or serious illness they contracted and how much longer they have to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks. I am happy to be failing Chemistry. I am glad to be a failure (failure=failing exams) for once in my life. ^^ . I am so looking forward to the next Chinese New Year where all the kiasu relatives will gather together and brag about their childrens achievement and this would be the one time my parents would have nothing to raise their voice about and *thank god* finally keep their mouths shut for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never the top student in my class. I was supposed to be a mediocre. But nooooooooooooooo, you had to push me pass my limit. Fine. Plasticity. But now I am on the verge of never returning close to my normal state even if you take off the load. Can't you accept me being a normal kid with passing grades. So what if I don't turn out to be a respectable doctor or engineer? Screw it!! Can't you be happy that I'm not dropping out or taking drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ungrateful, rude, good-for-nothing piece of shit that came into my mother's womb unintentionally. However, I have no pity for my parents whatsoever. I wasn't born to be a straightl-does-everything-parents-tell-you-to-cause-its-good-for-you good daughter. If you wanted me to be one, you should have took out my brains and inserted one which is programmed to your liking instead of letting me have one which has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. I hope someone murders me in the middle of the night so I can go straight to hell. *Fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114397895201444258?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114397895201444258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114397895201444258&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114397895201444258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114397895201444258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-stupid-happy.html' title='I am stupid. Happy?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-114326339463599849</id><published>2006-03-25T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials are just around the corner.</title><content type='html'>Or to be exact, just 2 days away. I am in no mood to study. I've got 2 things on my mind which keeps distracting me while I attempt (failing miserably) to revise up 1-years worth of work. To those who know me, basketball and you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I am crapping about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH ARGH ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, please kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-114326339463599849?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/114326339463599849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=114326339463599849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114326339463599849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/114326339463599849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/03/trials-are-just-around-corner.html' title='Trials are just around the corner.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113966501824608568</id><published>2006-02-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gullibility Factor test</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your GF score is 76.(Out of a range of 0 - 100, where 0 = mind slave, and 100 = free thinker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free Thinker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the top 5%. You're a true free thinker and a person who is well informed about the reality in which you live. Although you may have been easily manipulated earlier in life, you eventually gained lucidity and developed a healthy sense of skepticism that you now automatically apply to your observations and experiences. You are endlessly curious about human behavior and the nature of the universe, and you have one or more lifestyle habits that most people would consider odd or unusual. You are not only of very high intelligence, you are also extremely creative in one or more areas (music, art, software development, inventing, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you were in The Matrix, you would have taken the red pill, completed the combat training, and started fighting (and beating) agents from day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your architects: &lt;strong&gt;You have cast off reality distortions taught to you by your parents, schooling, corporate advertising and government propaganda. You create your own beliefs based on what serves you best, without much regard for what the rest of the crowd is doing. You are guided by your own internal code of ethics (which may or may not agree with politically-correct ethical codes) rather than any pre-set system of ethics (such as from any one religion). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. This is quite true actually. That bolded paragraph. I can accept that there is a God in this world but not Jesus, Allah or any particular individual as the ultimate controller which decides where we go-to heaven or to hell, based on whether we follow 'their' rules which are most of the times to me, absurd. No offence. That's just my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newstarget.com/gullibility.html"&gt;http://www.newstarget.com/gullibility.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113966501824608568?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113966501824608568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113966501824608568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113966501824608568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113966501824608568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/02/gullibility-factor-test.html' title='The Gullibility Factor test'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113878503394702250</id><published>2006-02-01T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>I love CNYs. I don't know why. But there's just this festive mood all around me when its here. Apart from the kachings $$ are the family gatherings (my mother's side never my father's) which I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY eve: Ate dinner at home and went out for a car-ride at 10.30p.m at Petaling Street and Bukit Bintang. Its our weird family tradition. Every year without fail. Before going out, my cacated brother and I took the car out to the car-wash and drove all the way to SS2 for Swenson's ice-cream because the weather was friggin hot! Boy.. was PJ like a ghost town. And whenever we saw cars with car plate no. of other states, we shouted 'Balik Kampung lah!!' WUAHAHAHHAHA..sakaiiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY 1st: Went to visit my father's side in Sentul. But sad to say it was BOOOOORING as usual. Sigh.. Visited my mum's side relatives. Met up with most of my cousins again.. Fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY 2nd: Went to OUG to play basketball with my brother and cousin bro in the morning. It was fun cause everyone was playing quite seriously and fast (not like the other day in TARC.. everyone like zombies..BWAHAHAHAHAHHA). And cause there was a damn geng chau guy playing!! We played 3-on-3 wif him and another 2 boys (they one team and my bro, cousin bro and I another). He 'put water' on all of us but in a humble way. I shot quite accurately that day too and before he left he said 'You're sharp..' =p Wahseh.. Bangga lah.. Damn I must play there more often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY 3rd: Went to BTS to watch 'Fearless'. The movie wasn't that fantastic. It was okay only cause the pace was to draggy for me. But the choreography (I don't know what to call it actually ;p)  was good nevertheless. Then had steamboat at my uncles house. It was great. Had fun playing with Ian boy (cousin sister's son). I think he's the only little kid I've ever played with. But he is sooooo cute and clever. All of us were laughing cause he would keep rejecting us when we said 'Ian.. wan XXX or not?' Then he would be like ' dooooooooooon wan..' and walk away snobbishly in a cute way. BWAHAHAHHAA..And I caught up with my cousin brother Ruzainie a lot too that day. Talked about school, college and found out bout things I never knew bout him. He was wacked too.. muahahhahaha.. a pro in crapping! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY 4th: Today. Went out to Jln Gasing to have breakfast with my uncles, aunt and cousin bros. Had roti bom and tosai. It was damn tasty.. YUMMY!! Bwahahhahaha.. Spent the rest of the day watching HK series, 'Just Like Heaven' and sleeping. /shakes head. When am I going to start bucking up and finish up my tutorials!!! AAAAARGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113878503394702250?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113878503394702250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113878503394702250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113878503394702250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113878503394702250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113730669597660961</id><published>2006-01-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:03.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz: What is your true element?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=1351"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505a84;"&gt;What is your true element?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darkness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are mean and don't take any crap from anyone! 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I'm not such a meanie lah. Hmmm... maybe I am.. *snickers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113730669597660961?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113730669597660961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113730669597660961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113730669597660961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113730669597660961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/01/personality-quiz-what-is-your-true.html' title='Personality Quiz: What is your true element?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113690239835916697</id><published>2006-01-10T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 04 to June 13 - Hornbeam tree</title><content type='html'>Hornbeam Tree (&lt;strong&gt;Good Taste&lt;/strong&gt;) -- of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined life, looks for kindness and acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, &lt;strong&gt;is seldom happy with its feelings&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mistrusts most people&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;is never sure of its decisions&lt;/strong&gt;, very conscientious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahaa... /evil..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113690239835916697?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113690239835916697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113690239835916697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113690239835916697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113690239835916697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/01/june-04-to-june-13-hornbeam-tree.html' title='June 04 to June 13 - Hornbeam tree'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113687590621776825</id><published>2006-01-10T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outburst.</title><content type='html'>One can only be angry for so long. Then it turns to being disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Disappoinments. There's also a limited amount of that one can take.&lt;br /&gt;After that limit, you just feel like giving up, trying to be oblivious to whatever he or she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what prompt me to write this, but that's just how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't really care anymore. Or do I still actually?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113687590621776825?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113687590621776825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113687590621776825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113687590621776825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113687590621776825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/01/outburst.html' title='Outburst.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113662432805789682</id><published>2006-01-07T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Taiwan</title><content type='html'>I have no mood to blog anymore. Somehow I don't know why. Most probably it's because I am getting lazy. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, about the Taiwan Study Tour. It was really an experience. Being back in Malaysia, I felt as though I have become more independent. I am not really that much of a chicken anymore. During the 20 days in Taiwan, I did things which I normally would be too afraid here in Malaysia because I kept thinking that 'Hell.. if I made a fool outta myself here in Taiwan, nobody bloody hell would remember me.. like whatever..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out some stuff about myself which I never knew about. I was actually one of the more patient ones among the girls in my group after some incident happened. I had always thought I had a bratty personality which I think turned people off sometimes but instead they said I was kind and patient. Hmmmm.. Weird.. Nobody back in KL would ever use the two adjectives to describe me. Oh well.. I AM a gemini. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I still need to work on my 'shyness'. I kept so quiet there that I think everyone in back KL might have been shocked if they saw me. =p Me!! Being silent for once.. /omg. Bwahahahaa... Oh well, communicating with new people has always been one of my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got back from Taiwan, the most common comment I got from my relatives were... 'Wah.. Cuixia fei zhor oh...' And my Mum's like 'Don't eat so much lah... you're getting so big-sized..' Noooooooooo... But I love eating.... T.T If I had metabolism rates like some of darn-skinny friends, I would be eating 24-7. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Taiwan. It is a pleasant place to live in and the weather and food there really suits me. When I came back after 21 days, my complexion was smooth and rosy. Waaaaa... Now!! The little little annoying pimples are popping back out like mushrooms after the rain!!! Noooooooooooooooooo..... T.T I think it has something to do with the diet and weather. No chilli and fried  stuff there for me to eat. And cause it was winter, I hardly ever sweat and my face was never oily. Argh.. I want to live in the north or south pole.. Bwahahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody homesick on the first week. I missed everyone back in KL. I never thought I would miss home. Being homesick sucks!! But after a few days, I just let go of what was back here in M'sia. Enjoy myself to the fullest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important lesson I learnt was to be independent. You can never depend on anyone. No one can be fully trusted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113662432805789682?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113662432805789682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113662432805789682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113662432805789682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113662432805789682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-from-taiwan.html' title='Back From Taiwan'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113576549032303272</id><published>2005-12-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some photos I took during the Taiwan trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1062.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The main culprit in making me look like a fat peeeeeeeg that I am now (I almost ate a bowl of it during the 20 nights there). Nooooooo.... I regret not listening to what Yoyo said about it.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1068.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group 7... not all of them are in here though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1075.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our first meal of dinner in Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't putting up any more pics of our meals in Taiwan cause they were almost all alike.. Bao cai for almost every meal... /sob... can you imagine? 20*2 meals of bao cai... Arghhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1079.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was delicious!!! It's ice-cream in between the 2 pieces of soda-crackers.. The milk flavour was heavenly.... *dreamy.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1092.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the Harry Potter-themed opening ceremony of out trip in Taiwan.. Even the emcees and officials were dressed in robes and wearing the hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1123.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the stuffs I was taught to make there... Looks horrible.. *shakes head... I am soooooo clumsy with my hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1197.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food, food and more food... Taiwan's all about eating.. Yummy... Food from the food court.... So high standard hor their food court? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1293.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah... so 'xing fu' lar... two leng chai's... one on the left one on the right.. Bwahahahhaa... juz kidding... (left: Eu Jien. right: Lit Ung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1309.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hint.. Look at the picture behind them.. They were trying to imitate it.. And I say it was really a good imitation... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1526.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor mousey, scurying around.... The snake wasn't hungry... yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1540.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Ah Ken as a pregnant lady... I laughed till my tears came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1605.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgot where I took this.. But I wish I could live here forever... Or just having flying powers that Superman has and just fly straight on diving into the clouds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1635.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise in Alishan... Was damn bloody cold!! 1 degrees okay... even colder than you're fridge at home... my toes were practically frozen... I think they were frostbitten for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP1669.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just loved the blue... Another scenery which I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's just all for now... Be posting some others up later...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113576549032303272?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113576549032303272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113576549032303272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113576549032303272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113576549032303272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-photos-i-took-during-taiwan-trip.html' title='Some photos I took during the Taiwan trip.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113379655105981269</id><published>2005-12-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>So many things have changed over these couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought everything was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. So wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever be the same again. Maybe its for the best. Or maybe it could be for the worst. Which ever I know not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113379655105981269?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113379655105981269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113379655105981269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113379655105981269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113379655105981269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113377367647265572</id><published>2005-12-05T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Here I Come. (6th-27th Dec)</title><content type='html'>It has been a few rough weeks back. Just glad that everything's back to normal these few days. But it seems that I've spoken too soon. I'll be meeting a whole bunch of new people tomorrow. I am so damn scared now. Starting to lose my appetite now (like I always do when I get REALLY nervous.) Get lost you toopid butterflies in my stomach!!! ARGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started packing and I'm still blogging here. *shakes head. 21 days. It sounds so long. I haven't finished my tutorials or should I say I've just only started doing them. When I come back, I've got less than a WEEK to finish them up. GAWD!! I'm soooo doomed!! What the hell have I been doing all these weeks!!! NOOOOOOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the food there sucks so I won't eat so much and become a fat peeg when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113377367647265572?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113377367647265572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113377367647265572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113377367647265572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113377367647265572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/12/taiwan-here-i-come-6th-27th-dec.html' title='Taiwan Here I Come. (6th-27th Dec)'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113377309365561234</id><published>2005-12-05T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Mamak</title><content type='html'>Shy Wen came to Robson to pick me up. (This was the second time she drove after getting her license. OMG!! Bwahahaha..) Actually, we wanted to go to Steven's to mamak so went to pick up lazy Meng Jian on the way. Spent 30 minutes lost trying to find her house. ;p WELLL!!! It was DARK lah. Then went to Aik Buey's house cause it was just in front of Steven's. It was already 9.30p.m. (we were suppose to start mamak-ing at 9.00p.m. =p How typical of us!! Nyahahaha..) So we decided to go pick up Wai Kuan from work only start mamak-ing. We waited for her in the restaurant for her. Farneee.. Then we lazy to go back to OUG liao. Gan cui mamak at Kuchai Corner (The food there so-so..But standard far far FAR from tasty delicious nan cheeeeese at Steven's loh...). Secondary Physics teacher (Mr.Tan) also met us up there. As usual, we all talked about studies, universities, courses and the upcoming SUEC results... Cakap cakap makan makan minum minum already 12.00 a.m. By the time Shy Wen reached home it was already 1.00a.m. Poor Driver Shy.. Bwahahahaa.. /Evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113377309365561234?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113377309365561234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113377309365561234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113377309365561234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113377309365561234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturdays-mamak.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Mamak'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113292822865897340</id><published>2005-11-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on bowling, bowling, bowling, bowling....</title><content type='html'>Met Hui Ling at Star Masjid Jamek. Went to Ampang. Took a bus to Ampang point. Played 4 friggin games of bowling!!! Waaaaaa... my thumb bengkak and going to patah already. Bwahaahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later ate 'yong tau foo' for lunch then hung out ate 'Cueball'. Imran, Ka Yong, Tze Wei and Gabriel played 2 games of foosball. It was damn freakin funny when they accidentally hit into their own goals. All of us were practically roaring with laughter whenever that happened. Bwahahahahhaaa... Then watched them play pool. Then HL and I went back cause my bro was supposedly going to be at KL Sentral by 5.15p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, my brother called to say he'll be late (cause his manager was too long-winded). I spent 1 hour waiting for him. Sien until me wanna die leh.. When I got into the car, I tried to be angry but he started his wacky antics and I along with him. Sigh..  He always does that when I am angry, trying to make me laugh and it always works (well, most of the time anyway). But sometimes I wish he would be more sensitive. Ask me what's wrong bla bla bla. Be sincerely concern or something like that. I'd like that once in a while. I want to tell him what's wrong, what's bothering me because I don't trust others and nobody listens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113292822865897340?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113292822865897340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113292822865897340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113292822865897340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113292822865897340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/keep-on-bowling-bowling-bowling.html' title='Keep on bowling, bowling, bowling, bowling....'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113258724673589261</id><published>2005-11-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah!!! Whatever.. -.-''</title><content type='html'>I was really pissed off yesterday. Its not just this time. It has been each and every other time. The first was the Redbox cum birthday outing. We spend 1 whole week supposedly planning about how we were going to go, who was to sit in whose car bla bla bla. In the end, it was still 'sui ji ying bian'. Fine. 1st time still boleh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roadtrip was also like that. In the end also sidan go from one house to another. Still can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd outing was Imran's house. We had a clear destination so there wasn't a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last outing, I couldn't take it anymore. It was supposed to be a movie outing. But someone suggested visiting the zoo. Then WWIII started. A few people didn't want this, another few wanted that. 'Go carnival lah', 'go 1U' yadi yada. Wai Kuan and I were soooooo fed up with the never ending bickering that we decided to let them discuss until next year or whenever the 'feud' among them would end and we two go out together. Don't care about them. So, I told Cousin Blada we weren't going to go with em and he asked why. So, I told. In the end, he suggested that they followed us 2 girls. (Actually, he was also quite pissed and felt like both of us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with going out with too many people? Everybody has his or her own opinions. It is really tiring... this process of going throught the planning and all. Whenever asked for their suggestions, they'd be like 'sidan lah... anywhere lah'. And when finally someone does suggest somewhere, one of us would be like 'haaaarr....why wanna go there woh...' WTH. And I am not pinpointing this at anyone. Everyone of us is at fault. But sometimes really... I am sick and tired of it. Everybody trying to accomodate everyone. We need to learn to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are all selfish, aren't we? Human nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113258724673589261?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113258724673589261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113258724673589261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113258724673589261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113258724673589261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/bah-whatever.html' title='Bah!!! Whatever.. -.-&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113241596277198377</id><published>2005-11-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sr3Sc's Graduation Trip</title><content type='html'>Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at KC small hall at 7.30 a.m. Boarded the bus around 8.00 a.m. I think. Arrived at Lanjut Golden Beach Resort in the afternoon (very fast leh.. cause the bus driver was helluva driver!! Drove fast but safe. I salute him!! ^^). We had a telematch (sien) and a treasure hunt (sien oso). Before that we walked around the beach and took photographs. The beach wasn't really that nice but there were many starfishes to step on though! Hyuk.. After dinner, we had a firefly boat ride. It wasn't much but when you see so many of them shine in the dark, it feels so nice and dreamy. It makes me wanna live among the stars (which reminds me of Switchfoot's 'Stars' ^^). After we got back to the resort, there was a 'Horror Walk' in store for us. The few staff working at the resort were dressed up as ghost in the forest part of the resort. Our group of eight people (I think) had to follow the candle lights so we don't get lost. Meng Jian, Pui Chi and I were at the last of the pack. It was horryfying!! And if you are thinking 'wut lah... human pretend to be ghost oni wut.. scared wat lah..', YOU ARE SOOOOO WRONG!! Being in a dark forest without a torchlight and the whole surrounding being eerily quiet plus people trying to scare you out of your skin... Ain't fun at all... Before we even entered the forest, we were already screaming our heads off cause the leader of the pack was giving us false alarms!! WTH!! BWAHAHHAHAHAH.. All of us sang '2 lil tigers (mandarin), our school and national anthem and many other kiddy songs. It was hillarious!! When the 'ghosts' finally appeared we were screaming and trying to run forward. But some of them followed and one even bloody hell touched me!! When I turned around he was just behind me and scared the hell outta me.. There were tears in my eyes (plus the sweat and all.. Ugh..). But soon we got tired of screaming and decided to just embraced their frights by laughing maniac-ly along with the 'ghosts' and 3 of us even tried to scare some of them. BWAHAHHAHAA.. That really worked, we all weren't scared anymore. Hyuk. It was really really really fun. When we went back, took a bath, all my friends were playing cards, chatting. But me being the (-@-) pig that I am, couldn't tahan and fell asleep. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Had breakfast and went for a 'Nature Walk' back at the forest. There was a guide explaining all the trees, which leaves could be eaten and for what medicinal purposes. Ate a few leaves myself and it didn't taste so bad. After that was woodball. We were taugth by the staffs (same people as the ghosts again). It was so so. A bit boring. After that, it was rest time. While MJ, Ah Yun, Ah Soh, and Neoh headed for the beach, I went back to the room to sleep. ;p I was deep asleep when the stupid hotel phone beside my bed rang. I didn't want to pick it up at first but it was sooooooo annoyingly loud that I was afraid it might wake up my friends in the next room. So I picked it up. There was breathing sounds like 'haaaa.. haaaa..'. And I was like WTH!! I woke up to hear some idiot breathe!!! Damn was I pissed and just said  'Ha.Ha.' and slammed down the phone and went straight back to sleep. When I woke up, I tried to ask around who made that prank call, but nobody admitted. Fine. Whatever. After that was waterpolo. That was fun too!! Even though I got serious muscle cramps in the water, it was very very fun. Serve me right for not warming up. ;p (tired of elaborating). After dinner, there was a performance on the tiny stage in front of the canteen. Guess who were performing? These few staffs again.. Bwahahahhaa.. No surprise there. After that was a war game in the forest (again). Our group were supposed to overcome obstacles set up for us at the same time protect each egg we all had. There were 'snipers' (guess who they were. -.-''). They shot us with red paint with water guns at us. The whole thing wasn't much but THE END of it was nice cause we all looked like 'cedera parah' and took lots of pictures. Boy.. was the paint hard to wash out though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a beach volley ball match I think. Damn sien. After that it was time to pack up, get ready to check out. Left the resort after lunch, arrived back at school at around 7.00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was not bad. But I kept feeling we were missing something. Some vibe. All in all it was still an enjoyable trip. I finally learned how to play 'chor dai di' and after playing more than 15 games (I think) I finally won one round. BWHAHAHAHHAHA.. Ate loads and loads of junk food. I think this is the 1st time and last time I ever eat that much junk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Be posting the pics later cause Ah Yun still hasn't been able to sent em to me. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113241596277198377?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113241596277198377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113241596277198377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113241596277198377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113241596277198377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/sr3scs-graduation-trip.html' title='Sr3Sc&apos;s Graduation Trip'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113209571300279240</id><published>2005-11-16T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:02.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pahang And Beyond!!!! Lol. (6.55a.m.)</title><content type='html'>Just finish packing. Boy, is this really last minute or what? I still have slippers and socks. I'd go get them after I eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek.. I am finally doing something fun during the holidays!! And OH NO cause we're going to the beach and I'm sure to get a really really bad tan again. After all these months of whit-ification (is there such a word? Sounds really cacat-ed. Screw it!), I'm going to get dark again. Aaaaaargggh.... noooooooooooo.. Life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I packed too much and am going to be laughed by my friends. ;p I never know what to pack and in the end, I end up overdoing it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope this whole trip will be wacky and fun!! Sun. Please have mercy on me!! T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113209571300279240?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113209571300279240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113209571300279240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113209571300279240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113209571300279240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-pahang-and-beyond-lol-655am.html' title='To Pahang And Beyond!!!! Lol. (6.55a.m.)'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113206231569668422</id><published>2005-11-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3 bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt=ColorQuiz.com src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width=120 height=32&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cuixia took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Needs release from stress. Longs for peace, tranqu..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;picked1=1,7,3,2,0,6,4,5&amp;picked2=1,0,7,3,2,5,6,4&amp;sex=f&amp;blog_name=Cuixia"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113206231569668422?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113206231569668422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113206231569668422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113206231569668422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113206231569668422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/color-quiz.html' title='Color Quiz'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113203916483354305</id><published>2005-11-15T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays Are Here. Wheeeeee... (Sarcastic) -.-</title><content type='html'>Friday was the last day of lecture for this semester. 6 of us just went for one tutorial and then cabut-ed to Sungei Wang at 10 a.m. (Hope my parents don't stumble upon this post or I'll be sooooooo dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was at U-Village. Had breakfast there (ate U-Village's Special Toast and drank HK Milk Tea) and chatted until 11 or 12 p.m I think. Then strolled around Sungei Wang and I bought ice-cream. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Low Yat's Causeway Bay to have lunch. Wai Kuan and I had Cheese Baked Pork Chop Rice. Long time no eat. Mmmmm. Lol. Then we chatted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so we headed on to Times Square's food court. LOLZ. Hui Ling and Ming Hui had ice-kacang I think while the rest didn't eat cause they were full I think. I wanted to eat assam laksa. T.T but nobody wanted to 'pei' me eat. Sob. At that time I really thought of you DBKLers. I miss you guys and your bottomless stomach! ^^ Oh well. A good opportunity to bring down my weight. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chatted again until 4 something where it was time for 3 of them to go watch 'Exorcism of Emily Rose'. I wanted to watch that!! (Bubus and DBKLers wanna go watch after our graduation trip?) Then the 3 of us left sat in silence till around 5. Don't ask me why we did, ask HIM why. /Shakes head. Watched a romantic comedy 'Just Like Heaven'. It was hillarious and not too icky. Almost laughed till I cried when he drunk that Vodka. Bwahahhahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both shows ended around 7 p.m and we headed of to have dinner at the 'dai cau' near Wai Kuan's house. Then went home. The whole outing was like makan chat, makan chat, makan chat, then movie, and ended with makan chat again. But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays. Have been doing nothing. Actually to tell you the truth, I kinda hate holidays. Its like sooooooo damn boring. You have all the time in the world but you just don't know what to do with it. In the end you end up wasting time sleeping, eating, sleeping, T.V, sleeping, computer and you start the whole regime again the next day. Sigh. And you can't go out too often with your friends cause that needs $. I can't wait till college reopens. I miss Mr. Ding and Mr. Hoo soooo much. Bwahahhahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;16th - 18th November : Sr3Sc's Graduation Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th  -  27th November : Taiwan Study Group Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do for the rest of the days?!?! Aaaaaaargggh.......&lt;br /&gt;If anybody wants to go out 'gai gai', just give me a ring. I'd be only to happy to oblige. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pictures of the toilet-bowls will be posted WHEN I have gotten EVERYONE's toilet-bowls. (Boss and Cousin Blada!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113203916483354305?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113203916483354305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113203916483354305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113203916483354305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113203916483354305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/holidays-are-here-wheeeeee-sarcastic.html' title='Holidays Are Here. Wheeeeee... (Sarcastic) -.-'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113145044010349513</id><published>2005-11-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired.</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of trying to meet my parents expectation. They are never satisfied with my results. They always want more out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime they let me go out, they have to lecture me on how I should not be on the computer anymore since I have used up my 'entertainment time'. It should be study time. 'Do your homework, revision, do past year questions, read up on the stuff your lecturers are going to teach you, this and that.' 'Look at your uncle's daughter, your cousin brother. They got scholarships and their parents don't have to pay a single cent.' The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take it if they told me once or twice. But no. They have to tell it everytime they see me at the computer. Threaten me with threats like they're going to smash up the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm failing or dropping out. Sometimes I wish I had turn out to be a rotten apple so they would be satisfied with the me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.... GIVE ME A BREAK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113145044010349513?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113145044010349513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113145044010349513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113145044010349513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113145044010349513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113102212688370186</id><published>2005-11-03T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Roadtrip cum Sri Petaling Pasar Malam Outing.</title><content type='html'>All of us met at Terminal Putra at 11.30 a.m. but wound up a bit late (as usual). Went to pick up Imran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0255.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imran's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0260.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonard's car. /Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First stop was at Leonard's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0292.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda sien at first. Sitting around, changing the channels of the T.V. set here and there doing nothing. Then a game of Uno. I won the first game (muahahhaha...) Imran won the 2nd. Our host Leo was busy jamming upstairs with his group of friends. After 2 games of Uno, we went upstairs to his bedroom. He played his guitar to keep us entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0273.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonard playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soon enough all of us started grumbling and whinning about how hungry we were. The day before, dear Leo told us that he'd be cooking for us. But that day he told us there was practically nothing to eat!! Not EVEN MAGGI MEE!!! /omg. Wanna starve 9 of us to death meh?!?!? In the end, we decided on satisfying our hungry at KFC nearby. Bought a barrel of chicken and cheesy wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0310.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel's finger licking good pose. Bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After lunch we visited Jen Haw's place while waiting for Leonard to send his friends back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0297.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there watching 'Lost', some sleeping, eating chocolates, drinking Ribena for more than an hour. When Swee Kee and I couldn't take it no more, we decided to take the bike out for a ride. Just when Swee Kee got out of the front gate, Leo came back. Hahahaha.. Swee Kee was quite geram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0311.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sien like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0313.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: my house. T.T Sob.. I hadn't even had a chance to clean up my room. After the interrogation by my parents in the living room (poor Gabriel, he was the one who took it all in), I hurriedly ushered them upstairs to my room. Thank god for the guitar and the star-mapping psoter stuck onto my wall. That kept them occuppied for the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0350.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already later than 6.30 p.m. I think. Wai Kuan's house, here we go! (too bad Imran left after Jen Haw's house) He must be really broken hearted. Bwahahahhaha.. Hung out at Wai Kuan's for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we set off to our main destination - Sri Petaling's Pasar Malam. In the beginning 2 groups were seperated due to some miscommunication. Then we met up. Bougth fried popiahs, fried ice-creams, soya bean, etc. Then Boss, Gab, Leo, Cousin Blada, Jen Haw, Shian Jian, Wai Kuan and I went to have Assam Laksa cause Hui Ling, Swee Kee and Ming Hui didn't wanna eat (cause pedas woh.. What kind of Malaysians are they!??!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I think it was more than 9.30 p.m. We still had to go to Hui Ling's house. Jen Haw hadn't finish his Assam Laksa yet so Leonard and I cabut-ed first to meet the 3 girls at Leo's car. GOD!!! We were actually already on the right track at the beginning, I think almost very near the road where the car was parked. But nooooooooo... we had to turn back cause we didn't see bag stalls when we first came. We totally went the opposit direction. Not right again. Turned back into the Pasar Malam, went totally another direction. Called up Hui Ling and she said there was a tadika on that road where Leo's car wa parked. Ooooh.. TADIKA!! And when we thought finally... WTF.. just now we walk the road where got so bent want!! It was a straight road. Called HL back, what tadika? Tadika Sri Petaling or something like that. Ours? Friggin Tadika Sinar Jaya!! With Powerpuff Girls on the walls!! Damn. After a few more failed attempts, they forced both of us to wait at Berry's. Haih.... *shakes head. We have totally no sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the other car had already arrived at Hui Ling's condo. And Cousin Blada who had to pee really badly did it in the swimming pool. Nah.... in the toilet at the lobby lah.. Bwahahhaha.. They had to wait for more than half an hour for us. /evil. The whole 'expedition' itself took up more than 1 hour. &gt;.&lt; Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Hui Ling's house, crashed her room first. The view was really nice as she lived on the 24th floor. And there were glow in the dark stars and moons stuck on the ceilings and walls or her whole bedroom. Awwww.... it was really cute!! I loved her living room, it was so cool and modern! Damn chun man.. After watching a little telly, we had to go. Wai Kuan and I kena marah already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached home it was already close to 12 a.m. Was my parents furious.. Me Mum had no eyes to see me and had already gone to bed. But still Cousin Blada and Leo more pityful especially Leo cause he doesn't speed unlike SOMEONE who did 120 on the highway!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113102212688370186?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113102212688370186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113102212688370186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113102212688370186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113102212688370186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesdays-roadtrip-cum-sri-petaling.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Roadtrip cum Sri Petaling Pasar Malam Outing.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113100445665920753</id><published>2005-11-03T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of Monday's Birthday Cake Cutting Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0194.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shian Jian's Mocha-Flavoured Birthday Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0195.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric's Chocolate-Flavoured Birthday Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0196.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esther's Fruit-Butter Cake. (Wai Kuan and I personally loved this the best!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday boys and a girl : Eric, Esther, Shian Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We girls doing all the 'candle' work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0213.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND LOOK WHAT THE GUYS ARE DOING!!!!! @!$@#$... Just sitting there waiting to be fed.. Somemore take 'peace' pics!!! Stupid Cousin Blada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0222.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cake with the candles and the fire.. Ooooh... (There were soooooo many ppl in the canteen looking our way during this 'procession') Bwahahhahaa... Jealous arh? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0232.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wai Kuan and I eating like true DBKLers. Presi and Vice Presi.. can add new member already... ^^.. Sigh.. Remember the good old days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the MESS we made... Bwahahaha... Serves the stupid Canteen 1 right for being such misers... Nenenibubu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0251.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final product. Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Canteen 1, Thanks for cleaning up our mess.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113100445665920753?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113100445665920753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113100445665920753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113100445665920753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113100445665920753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/photos-of-mondays-birthday-cake.html' title='Photos of Monday&apos;s Birthday Cake Cutting Session'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113093258923013116</id><published>2005-11-02T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Last Friday's Redbox Karaoke Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0162.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooooh... what's my Cousin Blada telling Leonard? *winkz.. /evil. We girls were screaming on top of our lungs to cover up some 'annoying' noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0143.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor Imran and Aaron, cannot sing Mandarin and Cantonese songs. Awwww... Forced to listen to our wailing... Imran's face looks more sadder cause fasting marh... Tak boleh makan... Bwahahhahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0163.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Cousin Blada, what's with the breakdancing leh.. /swt.. Sing lah woi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0164.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo! Shian Jian... Whats with your 'duck' mouth? Leonard's innocent look... Aih.. Count bird count bird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0170.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaron sien until fell asleep.. Pity lah... Hui Ling and I woke you up by singing 'Rollin' by Limp Bizkit leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0184.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The couple we were trying to match make.. Ooooooh.... /evil. They look sooooo loving.. Bwahahhahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0180.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esther looks kinda creepy in this photo... Wooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0186.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahahaha!! Wern Siang finally sang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0187.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only song Wern Siang sang... /swt. ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMG_0193.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just before Leonard and Wern Siang went home and the rest to McD for dinner and to Galaxy to watch 'Doom'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113093258923013116?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113093258923013116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113093258923013116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113093258923013116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113093258923013116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/11/pictures-of-last-fridays-redbox.html' title='Pictures of Last Friday&apos;s Redbox Karaoke Session'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113063519729791528</id><published>2005-10-30T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Bad Evening. (Yesterday)</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.00 a.m. (I had slept at 1.30 a.m.). Couldn't fall back to sleep. So I spent the 3 hours on the computer doing practically nothing until 9.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9.30 a.m., I went back to KC igh for the graduation ceremony (to get $$ for my SPM results). Kachiiiiing!!! Later, went with Master Fishy, Cheng Yeon and Wey Chii to Mid Valley. Had a VERY long lunch at Kimgary and watched 'Corpse Bride'. Somehow, I felt like sleeping during the whole movie. The pace was sort of slow, very slow. Don't know whether it was due to the movie itself or me being very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had dinner with my relatives and then went to my uncle's house. During the whole event I hardly talked unless politely-talked to by my aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my brother keeping me company, I kept to myself. I was moody the whole night. Come to think of it, I had been very moody these few days. I just felt like screaming, tearing somebody, anybody apart, limb by limb, beating the crap out of anyone unfortunate enough to get in my way. I got angry easily and worse, for no apparrent reason at all. I still tried to hide it. Oh, and I CAN camouflage my anger very well if I wanted to, but in a few particular SMSes, I could no longer hold back. He thought I was angry at him for the petty things they said which normally, I would have taken it as a dumb joke and go berserk along with them. He apologized, making me feel very guilty now. I used him as a punching bag and I am so sorry. If you happen to stumble upon this post, I hope you'll forgive me because I am an friggin IDIOT. I am sorry again for being cowardly, not having the guts to say it to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand how other children with no siblings can survive their whole lives being alone. Why couldn't my parents have had another few children to go nuts with? I am so selfish. Sometimes I wish my personality was dull and robotic. Study, sleep, study, sleepy everyday so I wouldn't feel what I am now (like some of them really weird friends who should seriously think about getting some entertainment into their lives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT MYSELF! And I feel silly for taking it out on innocent people. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to bed now with the hope that a good night's rest will do me some good. I am such an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113063519729791528?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113063519729791528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113063519729791528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113063519729791528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113063519729791528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-bad-evening-yesterday.html' title='I Had A Bad Evening. (Yesterday)'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113051990889274940</id><published>2005-10-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am confused. Really confused.</title><content type='html'>I always get confused when others say things about me, make comments on me. Everytime when A says this, B says the total opposite of it. It is so contradicting. I don't know what to make out of both of them. So, as usual, being the pessimist I am, I choose to believe the bad one and take the good one just as a kind remark which people make not to hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hurts equally bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have chose the opposite of what I have chosen. But unfortunately, everytime, we choose the hard way out - pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a sadist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113051990889274940?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113051990889274940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113051990889274940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113051990889274940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113051990889274940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-confused-really-confused.html' title='I am confused. Really confused.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-113051959813781576</id><published>2005-10-29T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponteng-ed Class To Wet.</title><content type='html'>Today, right after we finished our physics practical, 15 of us cabut-ed to Low Yat Plaza to sing-k. Our two gangs had been planning this outing for almost 2 or 3 weeks I think, so basically we were in no mood to listen in class for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at twelve noon and arrived a bit late, around 1.20p.m. at Low Yat due to some forseen circumstances - the arrangement of transport. Everybody didn't know who was to sit in whose car. Therefore the delay. The whole singing session was quite fun. Screamed our gourds out with the English-music crew. Later, went to Ampang Point for dinner at McD's. We were supposed to cut 3 cakes for each 3 birthday friends (2 boys and a girl). In the end, we ended up piling the 3 whole cakes at my 'cousin blada's' house cause many had to balik early. We're gonna cut it on Monday instead. Then, the remaining 11 of us (I think) went to Galaxy to watch 'Doom'. The storyline was damn cliche but it was hillarious. I spent the whole movie laughing at the 'gross parts' which I was supposed to be screaming frightfully like my other girl friends. /Swt. It was a 'Typing of the Dead' cum Evil Resident sort of a show. The movie ended at around 11.40pm. Then, my poor 'cousin blada' had to send 4 of us back. Me Seputeh, Hui Ling Sri Petaling, Imran One U and Shian Jian + Eric Wangsa Maju. He himself lives in Ampang. I seriously pity him. I was the first one to get home. ^^ So as I'm typing now, he still might be driving them back. /Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was quite fun a day. But I was somehow lethargic the whole day. I was a bit moody. Didn't really talk much. But it was still a damn syok day. Never been out wetting until so late in my life. First time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-113051959813781576?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/113051959813781576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=113051959813781576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113051959813781576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/113051959813781576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/10/ponteng-ed-class-to-wet.html' title='Ponteng-ed Class To Wet.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112996436121520128</id><published>2005-10-22T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Week.</title><content type='html'>Tests were on this week, but I still had a really great week. All that fun chatting with the clever gang. Syok! Bwahahahaha... Somemore saw BB two days in a row. (Long time no see, so forgive my excitement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (Today) went to play badminton with the clever gang (most of their gang). My god. They are farking good man. Aiyoh... They all skinny skinny like that, can smash so damn god hard!! Really RBKMX lah!!!! Went to eat lunch with them after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this sort of matchmaking going on between four of them. /Evil. We were so wicked. Keep forcing the two pairs to do stuff together. They will not be named here as some unwanted eyes might wander upon it. :p *Snicker. Then my fake cousin bro and I kept trying to matchmake a third pair. We too 'melampau' which caused us getting kicked in our arses by one of them. ;p ^^ This incident made me have a fake cousin bro. Awwww.... But we're both evil. MUAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in my class is getting fun-er. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112996436121520128?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112996436121520128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112996436121520128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112996436121520128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112996436121520128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/10/fun-week.html' title='A Fun Week.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112834068793310171</id><published>2005-10-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Learning!</title><content type='html'>Everyday I travel back and forth to my college. In the morning, I usually get a seat after most working people get off at the KLCC or Ampang Park station. There's usually nobody after the Taman Melati station which is the 2nd last stop of one end of the tracks. So, nobody takes up my place after I get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, in the evenings, when I am travelling back to KL Sentral after classes, I usually get a seat once I get onto the train. Thus, seating the whole 30 minutes ride. As everybody who knows me knows, my body heat is really high, always making chairs really 'warm' after seating on it for just a few minutes. Everytime, when the train arrives at the KL Sentral station, I would wait for it to come to a complete stop before dashing out the doors so that the next person who would be taking up my seat wouldn't get a good look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a little different. I decided to stand up and near the exit. When I was leaving, I saw, just in time, to see the next person who was taking up my seat standing up abruptly after seating down. ;p You get what I mean? Hahaha.. It was damn obvious that it was too 'hot' for her. And she was like erupting into laughter with her friend beside her. At first I was really embarassed. But after a while, I thought, What The Hell!! do I care... You won't fucking remember my face and looks. Okay, if you wanna remember me as the bum hottie... What do I care!!! You're nobody of mine. Duuuuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to 'laugh it off, let it go and when you wake up, it will seem so yesterday, so yesterday'. I am going to be okay. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112834068793310171?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112834068793310171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112834068793310171&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112834068793310171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112834068793310171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-learning.html' title='I Am Learning!'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112827204884329615</id><published>2005-10-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Longer Will I Be Able To Make Myself Come Around?</title><content type='html'>Everyone around you is being kind, trying hard to help you get through helpless times, too hard; but in reality, all you want is for them to leave you alone because you are tired of trying to make them understand or them, trying to understand you, barging right into your life or trying to be the know-it-alls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be watching too many movies or reading too many fiction books, especially fantasy ones. They are just too god damn perfect. Its hard to pull myself back to the present. The more I read or watch, the harder it gets trying to face the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to fantasies. I am becoming a perfectionist. Or maybe I have always been one. I hate errors, weaknesses, anything imperfect. That's why I hate myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll get stuck in my own dream world. Not being able to surface out of the warm blue ocean back into the dry dull desert. I think I'd like that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, until the day I no longer feel my own presence in this place, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112827204884329615?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112827204884329615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112827204884329615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112827204884329615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112827204884329615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-much-longer-will-i-be-able-to-make.html' title='How Much Longer Will I Be Able To Make Myself Come Around?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112808851536750839</id><published>2005-09-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Keep My Mouth Shut.</title><content type='html'>When I do during important meetings, its not really because I feel intimidated. (but I do still feel that. Contradicting here.) I keep really quiet it's because I have no opinions or good suggestions to offer. I only voice something out if it's within my knowledge. Things which are substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's meeting about the Prom Night or whatever they called it, my friends and I were constantly asked to give suggestions. We had already admitted that we had none-so-whatever experience on proms. None of the 4 of us had been to any proms before. I rather keep my mouth shut when I have nothing better to say rather than give stupid-already-known-impossible-irrational opinions and suggestions. What help is a person who doesn't have any experience on that matter to make decisions on it? (What am I saying? *Frown*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe what they say about me is really true. I'm more of a follower. Never a leader. I just do what others tell me to do. Usually, I work that out really fine. When you want me to handle things on my own.... I panic. I am to dependent. And therefore, can never be a 'basis' or generate others. ;p (Further Maths) I am indecisive, one of the qualities which a good leader must never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep nodding and following so that everything will be fine. *nods nods...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112808851536750839?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112808851536750839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112808851536750839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112808851536750839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112808851536750839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-i-keep-my-mouth-shut.html' title='When I Keep My Mouth Shut.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112808742285224597</id><published>2005-09-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Pacar!! I Love Ya... Sorry Takeshi.. ;p</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell! Watched 'Now You See It' on Disney Channel just an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The movie starts off with a group of college kids taking on a News Broadcast career. They set off to find the greatest kids magician to compete and be the best magician there is.They find this kid who has these weird magic powers and they accept him to go and compete. So they set off for the contest which takes place at a huge castle (though they call it a mansion) and they take a ride on a TRAIN with the other competeters.Then, they stay at the castle for the whole contest. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this review off the Internet. Lazy to blab on my own. But it was sort of like a modern Harry Potter movie. The storyline was... so so. Watched the whole movie cause of Johnny Pacar!! He is so god-damn-farking hot man! Bwahhahahahhaa.... Its been so long since I 'lum-ed' someone until like that. ;p Now, only I know and remember how Janet and Li Wen felt after watching 'Camp'. Going bonkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyanya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/johnnypacar6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/JohnnyP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112808742285224597?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112808742285224597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112808742285224597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112808742285224597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112808742285224597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/johnny-pacar-i-love-ya-sorry-takeshi-p.html' title='Johnny Pacar!! I Love Ya... Sorry Takeshi.. ;p'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112757472517735133</id><published>2005-09-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the genius in my family.</title><content type='html'>I hate you,&lt;br /&gt;you hate me,&lt;br /&gt;but we're still a happy family,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could give you a big tight slap,&lt;br /&gt;because your mouth's too big and fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You 'stepped' me,&lt;br /&gt;'stepped' me twice,&lt;br /&gt;but I ain't gonna let you roll my dice,&lt;br /&gt;so with a great big kick I give from me to you,&lt;br /&gt;hope your pants get eaten by mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The tune is from the 'I love you, you love me, we are happy family, bla bla bla...' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun you know! When you are pissed off by someone, just change the lyrics of some song, especially the kiddy ones, make new lyrics on what you feel like doing to them... It feels sooooo good. Muahhahahaha.. Care to try?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112757472517735133?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112757472517735133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112757472517735133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112757472517735133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112757472517735133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/dedicated-to-genius-in-my-family.html' title='Dedicated to the genius in my family.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112755707687300191</id><published>2005-09-24T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests, tests and more tests. The end of it.</title><content type='html'>This whole week I had tests. Loads of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday- Chemistry and Further Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday-G.P. and Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday-Mechanics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday-Physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday-Statistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was bluek. Further Maths was surprisingly okay for me (even though I might not get 50/50 the day after tomorrow I get it back). Unfortunately, Maths was a disaster. Due to lack of sleep I think, and Brand's Essence of Chicken. :p Chicken eyes. *Shakes head* You know what makes you even more frustrated? Its knowing that you know how to do it but made silly STUPID mistakes like plus-ing instead of times-ing. Aaaaargggh... Makes me wanna pull every SINGLE strand of my miserable-dried-up-haystack-like-hair out, one by one. Continue-ing with Mechanics and Physics-both sucked sooooooooo bad. Brain really stuck. Haih. As if I really had one. Oh well, at least Stats was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after yesterday's Physics experiment, five of us ponteng-ed Maths lecture and G.P. Went to sing K at Low Yat. I didn't tell my mum i was skipping class. She found the receipt today. But she didn't got mad at all. She was sooooooo uncommonly cool about it, just saying that she wanted me to tell the truth. I was a bit like 'wat the hell is wit my mum? *boing...' When you think they are just control freaks, they just surprise you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic. After singing K, we went to buy 5 t-shirts which were the quite same 'pattern', only different colour. Childish hor? ;p What the heck! Then, we went back to my house. 3 of them stayed at my house. All 4 of us squeezed in my tiny room. It was really fun when I used my msn. 'Confessing' to people in my list that one of my friend liked them. Going bonkers. There was practically a fight going on in my room. ;p Bwahahahaaha... But I think the people 'we' confessed to didn't really find it amusing. ;p Oh well, at least we were having fun. I sound so cruel and wicked. Then watched 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'. Second time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waked up. Went to Mid Valley at 11a.m. Was quite sien. Probably because everyone had not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's really throbbing now. I look like a raccoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112755707687300191?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112755707687300191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112755707687300191&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112755707687300191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112755707687300191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/tests-tests-and-more-tests-end-of-it.html' title='Tests, tests and more tests. The end of it.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112686483973294289</id><published>2005-09-16T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To A Much Hated Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/IMGP0876.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112686483973294289?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112686483973294289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112686483973294289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112686483973294289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112686483973294289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/tribute-to-much-hated-creature.html' title='Tribute To A Much Hated Creature'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112686423128768279</id><published>2005-09-16T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Scary?</title><content type='html'>Today, I shocked my friend by being 'garang' to my G.P. teacher. I admit. I've never been any of my teacher's favourite student. I'm said to be rude. My Mandarin teachers, especially, I find dislikes me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been always thought of somebody 'with a look which could kill' by many of my friends. Not being gorgeous, unfortunately. Having an icy stare which sends out the message 'you wanna die izzit?'. Sigh. I give out wrong vibes. Probably because I'm too tomboyish. Not 'si mun' like a girl should be. I talk too loudly, use bad phrases, always like marah-ing ppl. But those who get to know me knows I'm not really that snobbish and unbearable. It's just my way of talking. Or maybe I am and they are just to kind to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I know its better for me to shake of this 'bad' attitude of mine. But its not really my fault to be born with a droopy mouth and garang eyes is it? Okay, I should also change the way I talk. Be more polite, smile whenever I'm walking alone like a fool... ugh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112686423128768279?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112686423128768279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112686423128768279&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112686423128768279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112686423128768279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-scary.html' title='Me? Scary?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112631641883968865</id><published>2005-09-10T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am greedy.</title><content type='html'>I hate everything about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am never satisfied with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;I try to.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, comforting myself by thinking that there are others out there who are worse off than me,&lt;br /&gt;that's even worse than me being a greedy freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why this notion is encouraged by so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think its right to to feel happier and grateful just because you don't have to face much more terrible misfortunates that others have to endure? It's just like being happy of the misfortunes that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay whiney, depressed and jealous of those who are much better off and luckier than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112631641883968865?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112631641883968865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112631641883968865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112631641883968865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112631641883968865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-greedy.html' title='I am greedy.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112631567716088742</id><published>2005-09-10T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>Annihilation,&lt;br /&gt;was what I initially feared,&lt;br /&gt;when everything was still perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for so long&lt;br /&gt;in a comfortable hive,&lt;br /&gt;I craved to roam free,&lt;br /&gt;to explore the unknown and unforeseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers were heavenly-scented,&lt;br /&gt;their nectars lusciously sweet,&lt;br /&gt;'This is what I call life'.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thorns started to emerge&lt;br /&gt;from within the well-arranged petals and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;They pricked and pried,&lt;br /&gt;piercing through my vulnerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to return&lt;br /&gt;to where I had once loathed and abhored.&lt;br /&gt;But they would not let me in,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard I pounded at their door,&lt;br /&gt;or knelt pleading for remission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer be a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made my choice to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I had led myself out into the cold and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death,&lt;br /&gt;I now anticipate&lt;br /&gt;with much enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be given a new life,&lt;br /&gt;to start all over again,&lt;br /&gt;to be where I belonged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112631567716088742?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112631567716088742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112631567716088742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112631567716088742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112631567716088742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112608343727461695</id><published>2005-09-07T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People</title><content type='html'>Today, it was a normal day like any other one. I was waiting patiently IN LINE for the LRT train to arrive in just a few seconds. But then, at the very last minute TWO STUPID PEOPLE STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a few cases which happened before. But they were not right in front of me so I could just look from afar. Today was the last straw. I couldn't help it. It came out so naturally. I called the person right in front of me an A$$HOLE. I think it was loud enough for everyone around me to hear. I kept staring at that idiot for the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person was a WORKING ADULT. I thought adults were people who had a sense of dignity and people who were matured. You think you cut in like that I CANNOT SEE!!! I'm not BLIND LAH WOI!!!! and what the HELL do I care if you're and adult and I should not be disrespectful. You think adults no need to obey laws wan arh!! Go die lah you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112608343727461695?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112608343727461695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112608343727461695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112608343727461695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112608343727461695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112607877130541001</id><published>2005-09-07T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics for 'These Kids' by Joel Turner &amp; The Modern Day Poets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These kids trapped in a struggle and&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where they're heading, no&lt;br /&gt;A head full of trouble is all that they're getting&lt;br /&gt;And nobody know the suffering they go through&lt;br /&gt;And you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't believe 'em if they told you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many songs, so many rhymes&lt;br /&gt;The world had to hear so many rhymes&lt;br /&gt;About how our life is for stugglers&lt;br /&gt;Minority groups, kids with single mothers&lt;br /&gt;Young homies turn hustlers, killing for money&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny how the crime rate is so high&lt;br /&gt;In suburbs where family ties are low and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suicides on the rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, so many die cuz in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;The mistake they made can't be erased the only way out is to take their life&lt;br /&gt;And if they don't do it sudden then they'll do it slowly&lt;br /&gt;Polluting themselves with drugs cuz they on this world lonely&lt;br /&gt;So we as a nation just class 'em as a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if they don't help the economy they strip 'em naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put 'em on the streets make sure the police hate 'em&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feed the public phony information&lt;/span&gt; on the evening news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids may bomb police stations to get at the boys in blue&lt;br /&gt;This song goes out to the whole justice system&lt;br /&gt;Instead of listening to the kids with the problems&lt;br /&gt;They just tick them off more&lt;br /&gt;Until these kids in prison or dead before they are twenty four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My FAVOURITE SONG of the year. This song is loads (putting it mildly), EXTREMELY better than the other punk-rebels, screaming and wailing about their teenage problems. I'm blogging about this song because it's one of the few rare-hard-to-come by songs which really had an effect on me. I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112607877130541001?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112607877130541001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112607877130541001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112607877130541001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112607877130541001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/lyrics-for-these-kids-by-joel-turner.html' title='Lyrics for &apos;These Kids&apos; by Joel Turner &amp; The Modern Day Poets'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112581588156741233</id><published>2005-09-04T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It sounds soooooo loving when I put it THAT way in the title of this post. Uggh... (It makes me wanna barf...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT IS IT WITH SN6P?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; We have practically near-ZERO interaction among each gangs we belong to. Four damn months have passed since everyone met each other. Yet, I have never had conversations with more than 1/2 the class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I have gotten to know a few friends who are totally awesome, but how many? Less than my TEN FAT-ROUGH FINGERS!! Can you imagine?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time during G.P. class where 2 boys had to join our gang for a discussion. Both of them were like scared to death... Man!! Are we diseases which are sooooooo fatal and contagious that you rather jump of the 3rd floor than sit and discuss with us?!?! ARE WE THAT INTIMIDATING!!! For everybody's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is this gang, which we nicknamed 'the clever gang'. They always sit a few tables from us in the canteen. Once, there was no more extra tables liao. So both of our gangs sat next to each other. Other than a guy (X) in their gang (who talks to us quite often), the rest of them practically IGNORED us the whole break time.... WOOOOOOOT!!! (I even tried to break the ice when they borrowed the anime I brought that day to have a look.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was another time when my friend Esther, asked X to explain some stuff she didn't understand. X didn't know, so he asked Y. Y didn't know then ask Z. Z know, then explained to Y, Y back to X and then FINALLY, X back to Esther!! Baka Zaru!! Why couldn't Z have directly explained it to Esther?? Wuts this?!? 3 degrees of seperation arh!?!? GAWD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave the good old days. Interaction. I NEED to SOCIALISE. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot take this for another year.&lt;/span&gt; Probably your idea about 'we' doing a blog for our class might just work things out. (You know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SN6P! We're not just nerds who do homework and study study study study study study study study study all the time!!! Aaaaaarrgggghh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112581588156741233?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112581588156741233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112581588156741233&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112581588156741233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112581588156741233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-class.html' title='My class.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112547544835215626</id><published>2005-08-31T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Worry (People)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My mum always gets stressed up when my brother comes home really late, continues kicking futsal even when he already experienced a major injury and many minor ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my mum asked me to call my brother to see if he's still at work (it was quite late -9.00pm). As usual, I refused. I said that if he has finished all his 'work', he would come back sooner or later, why waste money calling him? Then my mum said, "But aren't you worried for your brother? What if something bad happened to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell everybody reading this the truth, I am not worried. I do not worry about or for other people. But it doesn't mean I don't care, am cold-hearted, a person with no feelings or whatsoever. I care. Its just that, in my brother's case, I believe if something terrible were to really happen to him, it was meant to be. Fate, as one would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no such thing as coindence. All there is, is inevitability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dimensional Witch, Tsubasa Chronicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, why worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When any of my friends are troubled, I lend an ear, hear them out. Even that, I do not share their worries, making them half mine to lighten their burden. Again, it is not that I have a heart made of steel. I am 'heartfull'. I try to help them out however I can within my abilities and limitations. But, I really do not think that worrying 'with' them would solve their problems. Because it won't. They themselves have to think of a way. Why make myself miserable and stressed out for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about another good but selfish reason (for anyone who disagrees with me)?&lt;br /&gt;I have way too much to worry about AND for myself. So, buzz off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112547544835215626?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112547544835215626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112547544835215626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112547544835215626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112547544835215626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-worry-people.html' title='Why Worry (People)?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112547251834705919</id><published>2005-08-31T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:00.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cyborg Name Generator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/governor2k3-PHANCUIXIA.png"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/governor2k3-CUIXIAPHAN.png"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/handyvac-EBIOSTRY.png"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112547251834705919?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112547251834705919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112547251834705919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112547251834705919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112547251834705919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/cyborg-name-generator.html' title='The Cyborg Name Generator'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112532057816994039</id><published>2005-08-29T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bladas</title><content type='html'>Why my big brother exists in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1) to have someone drive me to O.U.G when I mamak.&lt;br /&gt;2) to fix the computer everytime it crashes.&lt;br /&gt;3) causing him to be in loads of trouble and me getting away with it *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. That's not really the main benefits of having an older brother, just some 'fringe' ones. *evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, having him around caused me lots of bruises. I think he used to hate me for suddenly popping out of nowhere and halving his love and attention from everybody else. He would pinch, kick, and still remembering it very vividly, strangle me, especially when I get too annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by, both of us matured. But we still have the ocassional pushing around, racing each other to the car so either could sit in the front seat and slaping each other's on the face. And I would still attempt to bawl and make a scene, but get a 'it doesn't work anymore...' instead. Sigh. The cons of not being cute and short anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother really influences me a lot. If it were not for him, I wouldn't be a sports freak and have a sense of humour (me mum and dad are really serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just bribed him into helping me drink a cup of barley (which is WAY TOO THICK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negotiation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I     :Gor, you help me finish this cup I give you 2 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro:5 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I    :No!! 2 bucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bro:4.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I    :3!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I    : 3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: 4.00!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I     :3.75... 'untung you very little ga lar'(cantonese) [imitating the computer shop salespeople]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, I: Wakakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the end, I still paid him 5 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112532057816994039?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112532057816994039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112532057816994039&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112532057816994039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112532057816994039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/bladas.html' title='Bladas'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112479188898295303</id><published>2005-08-23T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated To Friends Who I Don't Click With.</title><content type='html'>We know each other&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge the existence of one another we do.&lt;br /&gt;But apart from school work and 'business' talk,&lt;br /&gt;we never speak to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted, tried, have both of us,&lt;br /&gt;to start a decent chat.&lt;br /&gt;But after a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;the polite conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;We are out of topics.&lt;br /&gt;I like stupid jokes,&lt;br /&gt;but you like serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels awkward,&lt;br /&gt;ignoring each other.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time,&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard to know more about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we have more in common&lt;br /&gt;than we think we do not.&lt;br /&gt;Being doubles,&lt;br /&gt;setting up identical barriers around,&lt;br /&gt;making it twice the harder to break through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday,&lt;br /&gt;maybe,&lt;br /&gt;when neither of us can take it no more,&lt;br /&gt;we'll just bulldoze down all the concrete ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;finally looking at the real person who we are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would maintain distant friendships,&lt;br /&gt;till fate send us along&lt;br /&gt;to our seperate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112479188898295303?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112479188898295303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112479188898295303&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112479188898295303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112479188898295303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/dedicated-to-friends-who-i-dont-click.html' title='Dedicated To Friends Who I Don&apos;t Click With.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112479001327100316</id><published>2005-08-23T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm..</title><content type='html'>Some relationships can be so feeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother used to have a girlfriend in Australia. Since he came back at the beginning of this year, he has been maintaining the relationship with her through webcaming and her coming over once. While she was here just about 2 months ago, things were still going great. I even started getting used her and the idea of her being part of the family in the near future. They brought me along with them to shopping and she even helped me dye my hair, like an older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago, I think, they broke up. I didn't even know they broke until I saw my brother's new girlfriend last week. Okay, so there were signs that they had seperated - no more late night chats on the computer, my brother going out almost every night etc. But he didn't even have to go through a period of depression. Plus, he moved along pretty fine and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life relationships are just so different from those in soaps. You seldom see anybody mopping anymore for the loss of someone. Ocassionally, one or two idiots who jump off the roof but no more than that. Most people are toughening themselves up and not getting to carried away with happy endings, moving on without regrets I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112479001327100316?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112479001327100316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112479001327100316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112479001327100316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112479001327100316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm..'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112402873812556735</id><published>2005-08-14T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Went to Sunway Pyramid with Janet and Li Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun. Played 1 and a 1/2 games of pool. It was my first time playing pool and --- I SUCK! Sigh. But even though, it was still quite interesting. Hehe. And the satisfaction out of getting the ball in is great. Though a few times was quite 'fish' cause I hit the white ball straight in to the hole. (Voltz, if you're reading this, DON'T LAUGH.) Bwahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 2 hours, I think, when we finally finished the game, had lunch at Nando's. I was really hungry. Finished my plate of Tender Kebab Blah Blah Blah and helped Janet with the chips and Li Wen's rice. My DBKL skills are coming back to me. Hehe. But dunno why I've been really hungry lately. And I mean REALLY hungry. Every 1 or 2 hours, I need to eat. Fat lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to buy tickets for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The show was nice and enjoyable. All the chocolate fountain, river and all. Yummy. I just love Johnny Depp. He's such a versatile actor. And love his nice set of white pearlies and hair cut. He looks adorable. Bwahaha.. And the oompa-loompas were damn funny. The songs and lyrics. At the end of the show, Li Wen went mad, willy-wonkaing all the way from the cinema back to her house. *Sigh (shakes head).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112402873812556735?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112402873812556735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112402873812556735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112402873812556735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112402873812556735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112391493412137989</id><published>2005-08-13T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Malaysian (Language).</title><content type='html'>-being average Joe's in everything.(Not the main point in this post though)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For instance, although many of us are trilingual (Mandarin, English, BM), but we excel in neither of the three. Our BM is so rojak, our Mandarin is definitely far from the Chinese and Taiwanese and our English? ..... *Sigh. (Shakes head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am talking about majority, not individually. Sure, there are some who are very powerful in English as there are in Mandarin and BM. But not the majority. So, no offense. I was just wondering whether it would be better to be half-bucketed in 3 languages or be really good in one language and a-1/2-bucket in some other language. Because it all adds up to the same amount ---- 1 and a 1/2 buckets. I am glad and grateful to know 3 languages but at the same time not really happy cause I ain't great in any of the 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This popped up cause of a G.P. lesson I had in college. My G.P. teacher told us that researchers found out that Malaysians had no native language. It's really quite pitiful. Got lah. Manglish. Hyuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112391493412137989?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112391493412137989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112391493412137989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112391493412137989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112391493412137989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/being-malaysian-language_12.html' title='Being A Malaysian (Language).'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112391405694191377</id><published>2005-08-13T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, in the train, when it's packed like hell, I am pushed backwards, forced to lean heavily against the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train picks up its speed, accelerating, after leaving the station.&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, breezes of air seeps in through the cracks of the doors, brushing up against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barricaded in just by two worn out metal plates, I often wonder what would happen if the 'barrier' suddenly gave way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture myself falling backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time slows down to a pace where I see each and every commuter in the passing train clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Their faces full of shock,&lt;br /&gt;screaming in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I close my bloodshot eyes, savouring the pain, as the high-speed wheels churn, ripping of my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being satisfied with devouring part of my body, it hurls the remaining against the wall of the tunnel, leaving me as leftovers for the next on-coming train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it charges onwards to deliver its passengers, and to find another victim,&lt;br /&gt;I let out a bloodcurdling scream,&lt;br /&gt;because I am left alone and afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always envision stuff like that when I'm in the airplane, in the elevator or anywhere I feel unsafe. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112391405694191377?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112391405694191377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112391405694191377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112391405694191377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112391405694191377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/imagination.html' title='Imagination.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112376282578871457</id><published>2005-08-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Zebra</title><content type='html'>Watched it two weeks ago. Keep forgetting to post a bit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice. Except for the lovey-dovey part between the Wild Zebra and the Princess Zebra. It was okay at first but it started to get annoying after a while. The most interesting character was the Fox. She was damn cool with her red outfit and all. Really nice. The Queen Bear was fluffy and cute though even if her purpose was of a vase. The other animals were also great. It was really a show worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which made the show even better -- it was free. Hehe. RM92 tickets sponsored by the Star Newsapaper (I think) to Tarc. Hyuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112376282578871457?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112376282578871457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112376282578871457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112376282578871457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112376282578871457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/wild-zebra.html' title='Wild Zebra'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112376128526699752</id><published>2005-08-11T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic jam.</title><content type='html'>Been hooked on to this song by Nicholas Tse for almost two weeks, listening to it over and over again. I've set my Zen to 'repeat track' play mode for this song. And it has become the most popular song in my Zen's playlist. I think I've listen to it for over a 150 times. Haha. And I still ain't tired of it. Dunno why. I'll try breaking 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Dunno what to post lah. So excuse me for the crappy stuff. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112376128526699752?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112376128526699752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112376128526699752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112376128526699752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112376128526699752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/traffic-jam.html' title='Traffic jam.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112376062723994006</id><published>2005-08-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stare.</title><content type='html'>It's rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112376062723994006?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112376062723994006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112376062723994006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112376062723994006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112376062723994006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-stare.html' title='Don&apos;t Stare.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112334141083111080</id><published>2005-08-06T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>So, the basketball matches for the sports carnival ended on Thursday. Sigh. Team 2 lost. But Team 8's win was well deserved as their players were all equally skilled compared to Team 2 (in my opinion, no offense). But it was a nice game to watch though. Jason's 3 pointers were damn cun and Hui Ling's referee's fakings were damn cool. 11 hurt his leg though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I still miss the days in Kuen Cheng where the basketball matches are systematic and the referees rule the courts. Long time no play basketball. I thought I was through with the game. But no. I still love it very much. It takes my mind of lots of problems. When I am playing, I only think about the ball in my hand and the hoop which my goal is to shoot it in. Nothing else. I am oblivious to everything around me as I concentrate. The only time when I don't care a damn about what others do, think or say. Even though I ain't a great player, it doesn't matter. Now, I've finally come to realize that basketball is what helps me calm down my nerves as what music can do to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue playing out of my love of the game. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Just found out that Wern Bing also pk on Thursday, just after the day I pked. Same superman style. Why Gemini's lah?!? Bah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112334141083111080?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112334141083111080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112334141083111080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112334141083111080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112334141083111080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/end-of-sports-carnival.html' title='End of Sports Carnival'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112307676229606162</id><published>2005-08-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:59.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPUS Sports Carnival (One of the Embarassing Moments of My Life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was only one match going on on two courts today. One referee pulled out at the last minute, saying he was sick. How can people be that irresponsible? He didn't even had the decency to inform us that he wasn't coming. Sigh. Sometimes counting on other people doesn't really work out. After finally getting all the refs ready, the match on my court started. Everything was okay I guess, even with that bit of disagreement on not allowing organisers to play. Until the last minute of the match when everything was going on smoothly, I just had to make a blunder with player 11(pink)  which almost got him suspended for no reason. I couldn't see which team the referee was fouling. Thus, the mistake. And player 11 booed me (fortunately the joking joking type not serious type). Sigh. Look before you leap. E-m-b-a-r-a-s-s-i-n-g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match ended, Cheng Yeon and I went to play ball. Everything was peaceful until a 'blow-cow' official ref showed up. He kept throwing airballs. One of them rolled quite faraway and he just stood there expecting us to go pick it up. Doesn't he know the rule -' throw airball, pick up yourself'? And therefore, me being to kind and stupid went for the ball. As I was running back, one second - pheeeeeeeeewwwwww bam. I fell. It was such a fall that I was actually relieved that the match was over and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not many&lt;/span&gt; people was there to see it or I wouldn't live it through. S-O D-A-M-N F-I-S-H!! Sigh. I got quite a scratch on my left wrist and its oozing now after I washed it with Dettol on it. Ouch! But I love the feel of the stinging when I poured Dettol over it. Okay, back to the ref. When I picked myself up a second later, he still had the nerve to make fun of me. To hell with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our(Hui Ling, Cheng Yeon and I)  predictions came true. Team 2 and Team 8 meet at tomorrow's finals. Hyuk. Team 2 add oil. Muahahaha.. ;p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112307676229606162?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112307676229606162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112307676229606162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112307676229606162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112307676229606162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/spus-sports-carnival-one-of.html' title='SPUS Sports Carnival (One of the Embarassing Moments of My Life)'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112299117246137797</id><published>2005-08-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPUS Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Day of SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it started yesterday - the carnival. I was in charge of basketball.  But at the last minute, there seem to be loads of problems - refs pulling out at the last second, insufficient vests, helpers, etc. God. I thought the matches would never start. After the real capable person in charge of basketball (my classmate)  finally settled everything, the first match started. After the first match, things began to run a little more smoothly. (p.s. the referee for the court which Cheng Yeon and I were helping out was damn ying and friendly arh! hyuk.) At the end of the day, I could just say I was relieved even if it wasn't a success that things didn't turn out the way I thought it might turn out - chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Day of SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was definitely quite a disaster. Sigh. I was expecting things to go even smoother than yesterday but unfortunately it was contrary. First, there weren't enough vests. Somebody had cleverly just fixed each team to have 5 vests when it is known that there are more than 5 players for each team and each player must have their own number. Sigh. And then there was a bit of mix up with the scoreboards. Players who have no respect for the referees - another one on the list. Referees are human too. They make mistakes and you don't have to rub it in. You should respect their decision and stop adding unnecessary comments. If you were that great, why don't you just try refereeing or keeping your mouth shut and winning the game with your real skills and ability and not put the blame for your loss on the referees. A$$holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I feel very guilty. Why am I so incapable? I am no leader. I rely on others. The motive of joining the SWC is to shake off my dependent ways. Therefore I am still grateful for this experience. It really has taught me a lot. I still have loads to learn. I hope I will not be kicked out for the terrible job I have done. Give me another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will turn out better tomorrow. *Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I did terribly in G.P. (sob)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112299117246137797?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112299117246137797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112299117246137797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112299117246137797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112299117246137797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/08/spus-sports-carnival.html' title='SPUS Sports Carnival'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112256209450872311</id><published>2005-07-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice words.</title><content type='html'>People love to be appreciated. A simple genuine praise can make a person's day. But why is it that sometimes its really hard to express your appreciatiation especially to someone who really cares about you. I do not take your kindness for granted, but its just that I feel uncomfortable saying thank you and for everything. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genuine praising can really motivate one to do better at what he was praised for. No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112256209450872311?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112256209450872311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112256209450872311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112256209450872311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112256209450872311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-words.html' title='Nice words.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112256104254428747</id><published>2005-07-28T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still  your nerves&lt;br /&gt;as gravity sucks you down,&lt;br /&gt;let not&lt;br /&gt;one particle around you vibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A 2nd heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go,&lt;br /&gt;camouflage,&lt;br /&gt;dissolve,&lt;br /&gt;till you blend in&lt;br /&gt;and become one&lt;br /&gt;with your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 3rd heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Glide,&lt;br /&gt;forward,&lt;br /&gt;for even muffled footsteps&lt;br /&gt;are not to be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last of O2 left in your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Strike,&lt;br /&gt;with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;No strength&lt;br /&gt;is to be left unused.&lt;br /&gt;For there&lt;br /&gt;will be no second chance.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112256104254428747?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112256104254428747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112256104254428747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112256104254428747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112256104254428747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/kill.html' title='Kill'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112220274937676981</id><published>2005-07-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Revenge of the Sith Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1115766703darthvader.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=34136"&gt;Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' 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bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;C-3PO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='61' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;61%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Anakin Skywalker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='53' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;53%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Clone Trooper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;R2-D2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Obi Wan Kenobi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mace Windu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='36' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;36%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Emperor Palpatine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Padme Amidala&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Yoda&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='22' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;22%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=34136'&gt;Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112220274937676981?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112220274937676981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112220274937676981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112220274937676981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112220274937676981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-revenge-of-sith-character-are.html' title='Which Revenge of the Sith Character Are You?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112220026429990116</id><published>2005-07-24T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much.</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I've excercised other than ping-ponging with my godparents and my brother during the weekends. So when I played a bit of basketball two days ago, my body ached the next day even though we didn't play vigorously. I must be getting really old. Now I know why we should have P.E. lessons. I miss them. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've finally bought Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince at Borders for RM89.90, ten bucks cheaper. Didn't really have time to finish the whole book in 2 or 3 days or what a fan-atic should cause I am having a couple of tests next week, therefore forced to finish up tutorial excercises which I have been procrastinating for over 1 and a half months. Tsk tsk. What a nice excuse. I wish. But the real deal was that I was busy having a DVD marathon the whole weekend. From Friday's Sin City and Million Dollar Baby to Saturday's Freaky Friday and Initial D. Plus a whole lot of chatting on the net and playing Minesweeper Flags while doing my maths. But to tell you the truth, I have sort of lost the enthusiasm for HPTHBP. Maybe I have gotten tired of him. I am reading the book out of obligation, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a normal week with loads of laughter as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112220026429990116?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112220026429990116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112220026429990116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112220026429990116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112220026429990116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112213825009574137</id><published>2005-07-24T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I always plug my ears wif my Zen and crank up the music real loud,&lt;br /&gt;because I do not want to overhear nasty whispers around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like wearing my spectacles,&lt;br /&gt;because I do not want to see things too clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down at the ground when I walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;because I do not want to see people staring, pointing and laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep a lot,&lt;br /&gt;because I think worry too much about petty stuff when I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like daydreaming during classes,&lt;br /&gt;because I'm tired of the logical world revolving around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doodle on paper often when I'm bored,&lt;br /&gt;because I rather not destroy the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my mouth shut and block her voice out of my head when she is nagging at me,&lt;br /&gt;because I find it a lot easier that way than arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;because the world does not permits me to be who I wish to be on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112213825009574137?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112213825009574137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112213825009574137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112213825009574137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112213825009574137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112213670714389001</id><published>2005-07-24T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Right Or Left Brained?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Left Brained, 70% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112213670714389001?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112213670714389001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112213670714389001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112213670714389001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112213670714389001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-you-right-or-left-brained.html' title='Are You Right Or Left Brained?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112213634301670124</id><published>2005-07-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gender Is Your Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112213634301670124?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112213634301670124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112213634301670124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112213634301670124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112213634301670124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-gender-is-your-brain.html' title='What Gender Is Your Brain?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112168510509168256</id><published>2005-07-18T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>The anger,&lt;br /&gt;fury,&lt;br /&gt;pure rage.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Since I last felt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;to everyone of you&lt;br /&gt;who looked down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was you&lt;br /&gt;which ignited the burnt out candle,&lt;br /&gt;making it shine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;just as it gives warmth&lt;br /&gt;to a freezing person,&lt;br /&gt;gives me strength,&lt;br /&gt;to fight back,&lt;br /&gt;to prove myself,&lt;br /&gt;when I am disrespected,&lt;br /&gt;treated&lt;br /&gt;as a pair of unwanted shoes,&lt;br /&gt;which you call upon&lt;br /&gt;only when in need&lt;br /&gt;and discarded just as soon&lt;br /&gt;as it has lived past its usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither will I be used,&lt;br /&gt;nor taken for a fool.&lt;br /&gt;To all the two-faced imbeciles,&lt;br /&gt;I am,&lt;br /&gt;what you never thought&lt;br /&gt;I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b31/ebiostry/fire1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112168510509168256?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112168510509168256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112168510509168256&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112168510509168256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112168510509168256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112158404610567601</id><published>2005-07-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Pattern Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/plaid.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/pattern.htm"&gt;What Pattern Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ooooh.... like the colour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112158404610567601?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112158404610567601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112158404610567601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112158404610567601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112158404610567601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-pattern-are-you.html' title='What Pattern Are You?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112148470998885253</id><published>2005-07-16T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Rock Chick Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/shirley.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/rockchick.htm"&gt;Which Rock Chick Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112148470998885253?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112148470998885253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112148470998885253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112148470998885253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112148470998885253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-rock-chick-are-you.html' title='Which Rock Chick Are You?'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12303186.post-112143032925624995</id><published>2005-07-15T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:15:57.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Brain.</title><content type='html'>The one thing which fascinates me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it terribly interesting and powerful. It is really creepy too, in a way, how the mind works. While doing some Further Maths questions during tutorials, I was suddenly freaked out by how in the world did the people of the past come up with such a solution to a problem. Its even more intriguing how they came up with problems like that. We as students, already have trouble understanding them. How they thought of them I will never know. I really salute them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists are actually quite imaginative and creative when you come to think of it. Without their 'thinking-out-of-the-box' ingenuity, we would never have the advance technologies of today. The progress of achieving civilization would never have accelerated that fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I somehow feel a bit regretful for giving up Biology. I really wish to study a bit about it. But I guess, a person can only do that much in the few years he is blessed with. However, I will not regret taking Physics instead of Biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12303186-112143032925624995?l=ebiostry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/feeds/112143032925624995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12303186&amp;postID=112143032925624995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112143032925624995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12303186/posts/default/112143032925624995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebiostry.blogspot.com/2005/07/human-brain.html' title='Human Brain.'/><author><name>Cuixia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154263957596153966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
