<?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-7180028060606630595</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:56.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Vic-dom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-3652844730816314080</id><published>2008-10-04T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:57:09.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last entry for now</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Well it seems like my blog starting to get meaningless to me. Too much of complaining and whining. So just want to let all of you who cares to read that this will be my last post for now til I find a more meaningful way to present my blog and I will be back when I find a more interesting way to write my blog and when I find a true purpose of blogging instead of wasting ppl's time by posting my nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a better direction for my life now and I do hope I get to find one. Life's too short to keep complaining and whining, there's so much more that I can do than complaining and whining. Til I find my way, I hope everyone else does too. Take care y'all. If you want to know about my whereabouts and my news, one SMS or a call is just a button away on your phone *wink* Drinks or makan will be great, take care =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3652844730816314080?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3652844730816314080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3652844730816314080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3652844730816314080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3652844730816314080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-entry-for-now.html' title='Last entry for now'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6441681527034020444</id><published>2008-09-22T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:34:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC...XYZ</title><content type='html'>Well... it's Monday again. &lt;strike&gt; Boo... I hated Monday as much as I hated to eat celery. But the only difference is that I can choose not to eat celery but I can't choose for Monday not to come. *sigh* Another day filled with work. Seriously it feels like I've been working really long. And as after I counted the days I've been working, it's only 96 days. Damn. Actual working days. And it feels like I've been working forever. And yep, I seriously am starting to get bored with my work. Not like I don't appreciate where I am now. It's a blessing to be able to work in HP as my first real job and as I've mentioned in my previous entry, I know how important my post is. The sales people get compensated correctly part of it is because of me linking the right account under their names. *sigh* This is definitely not what I want. Not the kind of life I imagine. But I can't complain much. I'm not like working under super stress and my working hours are ok. 8.30-5.30. What else am I asking for? I want to learn something new................... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is... PMS is here and I'm sick of myself being so damn pathetic and gosh just please stop repeating yourself = = I'm just L-A-M-E -&gt; work stress, for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6441681527034020444?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6441681527034020444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6441681527034020444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6441681527034020444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6441681527034020444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/09/abcxyz.html' title='ABC...XYZ'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6458125057580157003</id><published>2008-09-11T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:37:28.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent "how"abouts...</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while since my last update. It's already September and it feels like i've been working for a long long time while the truth is it's only my forth month. These few weeks were occupied with stuff to do. Used to all the tasks that I'm suppose to do and foresee more tasks coming. Well some might think it's just data. Well it is just data but data that gives the company money. And to certain extend one damn record can cost nearly 70 mil. 70 million. Not even sure if I can earn half a mil for my entire life. And I seriously know how important my team is to maintain the structure of the customers in my company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about work, let's talk about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... is boring. I just can't find myself enjoying life nowadays. So I'm gonna get a PSP to satisfy myself. I've always wanted a game console but I've got none for all my life. So I decided to treat myself better. I mean why not? Every weekday I've been sitting in office staring at my laptop screen, doing work non stop most of the time (except now, a bit free) and one of the reason is to see money in my bank account. And what do I do with the money? Of course not just paying bills and all. Gadgets. Ever since I started working, I understand money don't come easily but I know the stuff that I bought with them are really worthy. Well I maybe spending all my salary for these few months but I've got no regret over it. Saving is needed but I will do it slowly. For now who knows what may happen tomorrow? Although the scientist assured that the LHC(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_Hadron_Collider"&gt;Large Hadron Collider&lt;/a&gt;) is safe but who can guarantee nothing will go wrong? All life could end if the experiment ever fail. So appreciate all the time we have and do things that we want to do while we can. Even if it doesn't fail, at least we know we appreciate every second that we breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just very excited to get my PSP (yeah i know i'm slow, PSP have been around for 5 years and I'm only getting it now). Can't wait for tomorrow to come. One for being Friday and the other for me getting my brand new toy :D and lastly one last meeting with Cheng Yee before she's leaving to pursue her studies in Aberdeen. Gonna miss you heaps sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. one more thing. Lee Hom. This song is making me = =||| Oh well.. something different.Doesn't sound like Lee Hom at all. The lyrics is weird but delivers what the song is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lACdHjz0DVo&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lACdHjz0DVo&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to work. That's all from me now. Adios Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6458125057580157003?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6458125057580157003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6458125057580157003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6458125057580157003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6458125057580157003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/09/recent-howabouts.html' title='Recent &quot;how&quot;abouts...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-4742252836353655321</id><published>2008-08-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:46:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday again...</title><content type='html'>Quite disappointed with Lee Chong Wei for losing the match. Oh well, at least he won the silver medal for Malaysia better than Malaysia having nothing at all. Lin Dan played well and Chong Wei's having bad luck and not very good judgment during the game. Pity the guy. The cheers of the China fans were enough to kill. He tried his best, he came this far and he deserved a clap for trying hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really hate Monday. Monday is always the slowest day of the whole week =.= and I think I'm quite used to working from home since I've been working from home this whole week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I just feel like I lost my words. I can't describe a thing/event/person properly anymore. I just can't seem to find the right words and I just feel suck up. I need to read. I've not been reading for ages. Bought two books today, one is Sophie Kinsella's The Undomestic Goddess and Cecelia Ahern's Where Rainbows End. I want to feel confident again while blogging, writing and talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my job kind of make me lose my touch with words. The routine is starting to get boring and I feel like I'm not getting anywhere, not learning much. *sigh* I need to pick up on my english again. Not only English, there are so much more that I can learn. I like to sing, but I know I don't have a special vocal so can't go anywhere with that. I like to draw but I just can't seem to draw out what I imagine other than being a copycat. I like to shoot photo but I just can't seem to get the right moment or right angle to shoot. I just don't know why I'm beginning to feel very depress towards myself. It seems like I couldn't make things right. I don't know where to go and what to do next to "enhance" my life. Post Menstrual Syndrome or Pre Monday Syndrome? I'll find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and have a great week ahead y'all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-4742252836353655321?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/4742252836353655321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=4742252836353655321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4742252836353655321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4742252836353655321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-again.html' title='Monday again...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-5169289641172253748</id><published>2008-08-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:00:30.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucca &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hehe, never thought I'll like Pucca. After watching the cartoon I started to become really addicted to Pucca. Pucca rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/021ilbZBtHQ&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/021ilbZBtHQ&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5169289641172253748?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5169289641172253748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5169289641172253748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5169289641172253748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5169289641172253748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/08/pucca-3.html' title='Pucca &lt;3'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-7376915882330681420</id><published>2008-08-10T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:41:36.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I would like to thank everyone who came for the party. Special thanks to the brother aka Kevin Tan for planning, organizing, executing this wonderful BBQ birthday party/A-levels mini union party. Another person I would like to thank is the "little" brother, Mr. Andy Chang for all the game planning *oh god duck nest* and running around to make sure everything's alright and also helping out to move things around. (and you did quite well this time so don't ever say that you're failure in planning again) And I really have to apologize again for my clumsiness and ruining the party. *sob* Anyway, I'm really happy to see everyone again and I never thought that there will be a chance of having a BBQ party again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt that home is so damn far away and it's a long long way home. It took me more than 10 minutes to reach home from the poolside =.= and I felt terrible for making both Enn Yong and Jiin to carry me back to my home *knowing that I'm so bloody heavy* Pai sheh leh. I feel extremely bad for making you guys panted and who knows maybe your muscles are aching now because of me T_T I'm sure they will never ever forget about this moment of needing to carry a giant back home T_T Gosh I feel so damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a wrong choice to jump while wearing slippers, especially bloody heavy slippers. I think I got my mum really scared that she kept nagging me after all my friends left. Well yeah, my bad. Sorry mum. And what a price to pay for wanting to get a good jump shot. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a wonderful day yesterday. From the karaoke session in the morning til the BBQ party, the company, the food, the surprises, the game, the present, the cake and everything else were superb. I really appreciate reunion like that. It's quite a waste that some friends couldn't make it but the party and everything was really amazing. *bow to all* Thank you guys. I'm so glad to have all you amazing people in my life. *group hugs* I know some of you are leaving for UK soon, we definitely should meet up again before you guys leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest surprise that I got was Mia's appearance. I can't believe she appears. I was suspecting that she's the special guest but thanks to dear sister Cheng Yee with your excellent skill in covering up that "secret" but yeah, having my closest friends back is one of the wonderful thing to have. There's so much to say and we can't finish it on one day itself. Lol. I wish i have pictures to show but unfortunately i didn't bring my camera up so people, please give me the pics soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for one more time, I would like to show my appreciation with Mariah's song "Thank God I found you" to each and everyone of you who had shared the happy moments, gone through hell with me. Sorry if I ever said anything that upset you or make you feel uneasy, I seriously don't mean it and thank you for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32CJRjcGa5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32CJRjcGa5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mariah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would give up everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before I'd separate myself from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After so much suffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've finally found unvarnished truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was all by myself for the longest time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So cold inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the hurt from the heart it would not subside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I felt like dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Until you saved my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Chorus - all) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank God I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was lost lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My every wish and every dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somehow became reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you brought the sunlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Completed my whole life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm overwhelmed with gratitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause baby I'm so thankful i found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (98 Degrees) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would give you everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To ensure your happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll cherish every part of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because without you beside me I can't survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't wanna try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you're keeping me warm each and every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I need you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Chorus - all) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank God I found you (I'm thanking you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was lost lost without you (so lost without you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My every wish and every dream (every dream, every dream) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somehow became reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you brought the sunlight (brought the sunlight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Completed my whole life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm overwhelmed with gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause baby I'm so thankful I found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -Bridge- (Mariah &amp;amp; 98 Degrees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See I was so desolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before you came to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looking back I guess it shows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That we were destined to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After the rain to appreciate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The gift of what we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd go through it all over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To be able to feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Chorus - all) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank God I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was lost lost without you (lost without you baby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My every wish and every dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somehow became reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you brought the sunlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Completed my whole life (whole life) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm overwhelmed with gratitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sweet baby I'm so thankful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Chorus - all) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank God I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm lost lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm overwhelmed with gratitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My baby I'm so thankful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Mariah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm overwhelmed with gratitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My baby I'm so thankful I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7376915882330681420?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7376915882330681420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7376915882330681420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7376915882330681420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7376915882330681420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6371966408875940776</id><published>2008-07-23T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:25:30.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The myth of another world.</title><content type='html'>When people asked me about my religion, I tend to tell them I'm free thinker. Basically this is because I believe things that are logical and acceptable. As much as I hate waiting for works to come, I might as well spend time surfing around for something interesting. I think none of us didn't wonder about what happened to dead people. Do they go to another world? Can they really see us? Oh well, read this article about this author named Concetta Bertoldi who claimed to be a "medium" who can communicates with the dead answering the FAQ by others about dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the difference between a medium and a psychic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A medium is a psychic, but a psychic is not necessarily a medium. Someone who is just psychic can give you a prediction, but they can’t tell you where or who they got it from. I (and other true mediums) not only can tell you what is going on and what will happen, but we can tell you who on the Other Side is bringing the message. I’m the whole package, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did you first start talking with dead people?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t say exactly, but certainly from the time I was a small girl. It wasn’t really having a conversation, I just knew something. I understood so little at that time, I had no one to explain to me what this ‘knowing’ was. One of my very earliest memories of this was walking home one day when I was about nine years old (this wasn’t the first, but one that I strongly recall) and ‘realizing’ that my older brother was going to be taken from us at an early age. As I was walking into my backyard, I ‘heard’ the Other Side (I didn’t know at the time that’s who was communicating with me) tell me this. I can’t recall the exact words I heard. I’m not even sure it was a full sentence. Nevertheless, I knew what they meant, and I remember it like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other messages like this one came to me at other times. I was told, for example, that I would never in this lifetime have children of my own. I was also told that in a past lifetime my soul had been married to my father’s soul — one of the reasons, I’m sure, why I completely adored my father in this lifetime. The effect of these messages, for me, was one of grounding me. Even if I didn’t like what I’d been told, even if, like anyone would, I fought against losing my brother and against whatever it was that decided I would not have children, the fact that I’d been told these things in advance eventually helped me gain perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens to us when we die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have fears. They’ve heard about going into the Light and want to know, does it hurt walking into the Light? Do we lose our memories? Is everything there that we had before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve heard from the souls on the Other Side is that when we die we leave either through our feet or the top of the head. On this side I’ve heard of the “silver cord” that supposedly attaches us to life here, but no one from over there has ever mentioned this to me. It’s hard to describe exactly how we are moving — it’s a bit like floating, a bit like walking, a bit like flying, it’s a ‘gravitating’ toward the Light. There’s a feeling of anticipation — maybe a little fear, but more anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all is forgotten. In fact, whereas now we can only remember some highlights of our past, over there we remember every single moment and detail. Everything we knew, loved, or experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we die, within seconds of entering the Light we experience a knowing. We get a fast-forward review of our lives and see the whole domino effect of all of our actions. We feel everything we made someone else feel — the joy, the hurt. We see and understand the whole domino effect of all our actions and of every interaction we had with anyone. And we know and understand what our purpose was in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a period of transition, a time we get to reflect on our life — I don’t feel that this is standardized in any way; it’s different from individual to individual. For many there may be a necessary period of healing any physical or emotional issues, especially forgiving ourselves for anything we did while living that we don’t feel proud of, that may have hurt someone, before we are able to interact with this side, the living, again. At all times we are given help in healing what we “shoulda woulda coulda” done in our lives here.” Sometimes there is sadness at what we wish we could have done differently. We’re encouraged to heal any anger or guilt. But there is also what we would think of as physical healing — even though it’s not really physical, it’s spiritual. I can’t tell you how often someone who has been sick when they died, maybe even have been missing parts of their body, have told me in spirit that they are completely healed and healthy, and completely whole. Someone who may have had great difficulty walking or even standing on this side at the end of their life will tell me that over there they are dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true beauty of the Light is that it is total harmony. Here, we can spend a lifetime in the dark. We don’t know what we are doing or the effect we are having. But when we get over there, we get a clear view of what this side is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the complete article, feel free to click &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/25724631/?GT1=43001"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6371966408875940776?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6371966408875940776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6371966408875940776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6371966408875940776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6371966408875940776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/07/myth-of-another-world.html' title='The myth of another world.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-4306850277105494191</id><published>2008-07-22T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:20:07.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm nobody, Nobody is perfect. Therefore, I must be perfect"</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I just don't like this feeling. The feeling of being bored and can't really do the things that I wanted to do e.g. Watch series. I'm in office alright but yesterday and today seems to be a little "free". I'm waiting for files to come, request to come. And as always, they'll only come around about 4-5pm when it's almost time to go HOME. Well I'm not complaining. I just wish to have balance in work. It's kind of scary when you know a tidal wave is coming but you can't do anything about it but to WAIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last week, out of sudden I need to look at 50000 records within 2 days and sort them out plus 2 files with around 7000+ records each within 2-3 days. And I was pretty glad that I was able to do it. Although sorting sounds easy, the hardest part is the checking.  I enjoy my work but I started to want something more. Something more than what I'm doing. I'm not asking for more workload but I want to do different things. When I said I'm not complaining here, I think in most way I'm sort of complaining :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I was talking to the Data Marshall in NZ, I feel like I need to overcome the nervousness and have a little more faith in myself. One of my shortcomings is that I always doubt my competence. There's always the case where I know I'm right but I just don't dare to be so damn sure that I'm right. Mostly happens during work and studies. It's not like I'm worried that I'll be blamed for being wrong, the part that concerned me the most is the part where I get people in trouble for my own silly mistakes. There are a lot more for me to learn before I find myself talking real well. Really have to pick up my vocab cuz I find my "dictionary" having very limited vocabularies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently I'm kind of addicted to watching back the old series that I used to watch last time. I'm really glad that I was able to buy the series Invisible Man. Although this series is not as famous as Grey's Anatomy, FRIENDS, and all, I kind of love it. First saw it on TV3 a few years back then. As compared to the movie version, Hollow Man by Kevin Bacon, this is so much better. Kevin Bacon's version is kind of creepy plus Kevin Bacon is NOT HOT. Well some people will find my taste in HOT guys are pretty weird. I agreed with most that Brad Pitt is hot but somehow I'm not really into him. I liked David Boreanaz (Angel, Bones) back then which I still do. People were crazy about Nick Carter but I don't, I liked Brian Littrell. People fancy Chester Bennington more but I like Mike Shinoda more than any of the band members. And yes, I like this Invisible Man, Vincent Ventresca. He's not like super hot but he's alright. *drool* And then I like Lee Hom. Well Lee Hom are loveable, I mean how can people don't adore his charm and also talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the inner part aside, other than the good looking ,nice eyes ,great smile, I guess another thing that can certainly melt me down is the voice. A guy with a pleasant voice will always get additional mark from me. Like David Beckham, although he is good looking (well, I think Owen is better), during the first time I heard him speaking, I was totally stunned. His voice and his look doesn't match at all. *sorry Beckham fans* I like guys with sexy voice &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the more I type the more I don't know where and when I'm gonna end. That's why I'm not a good author, I can't put things in paragraph nicely. I always talk about this and suddenly talk about that. So I guess I'll just put a full stop here for now. *still waiting for files to come in* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's not true when they always say that  "Good things come to those who wait". In my work, no. Waiting is absolutely bad.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-4306850277105494191?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/4306850277105494191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=4306850277105494191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4306850277105494191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4306850277105494191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-three-words-i-can-sum-up-everything.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m nobody, Nobody is perfect. Therefore, I must be perfect&quot;'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-5453279101644133441</id><published>2008-07-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:44:41.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>张惠妹 - 如果你也听说</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJlHxWr1HGQ&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJlHxWr1HGQ&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲:周杰伦填词:李焯雄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然发现站了好久&lt;br /&gt;不知道要往哪走&lt;br /&gt;还不想回家的我&lt;br /&gt;再多人陪只会更寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许多话题关于我&lt;br /&gt;就连我也有听过&lt;br /&gt;我的快乐要被认可&lt;br /&gt;委屈却没有人诉说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜把心洋葱般剥落&lt;br /&gt;拿掉防卫剩下什么&lt;br /&gt;为什么脆弱时候&lt;br /&gt;想你更多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;有没有想过我&lt;br /&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;br /&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多好多的话想对你说&lt;br /&gt;悬着一颗心没着落&lt;br /&gt;要怎么附和&lt;br /&gt;舍不得又无可奈何&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;会不会相信我&lt;br /&gt;对流言会附和&lt;br /&gt;还是你知道我还是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;br /&gt;懂我的人就你一个&lt;br /&gt;想到你想起我&lt;br /&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张惠妹-如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许多话题关于我&lt;br /&gt;就连我也有听过&lt;br /&gt;我想我宁可都沉默&lt;br /&gt;其实反而显得做作&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜把心洋葱般剥落&lt;br /&gt;拿掉防卫剩下什么&lt;br /&gt;为什么脆弱时候&lt;br /&gt;想你更多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;有没有想过我&lt;br /&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;br /&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多好多的话想对你说&lt;br /&gt;悬着一颗心没着落&lt;br /&gt;要怎么附和&lt;br /&gt;舍不得又无可奈何&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;会不会相信我&lt;br /&gt;对流言会附和&lt;br /&gt;还是你知道我还是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;br /&gt;懂我的人就你一个&lt;br /&gt;想到你想起我&lt;br /&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;有没有想过我&lt;br /&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;br /&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;br /&gt;冷漠的人就你一个&lt;br /&gt;想到你想起我&lt;br /&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你想起我&lt;br /&gt;你会想到什么&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5453279101644133441?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5453279101644133441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5453279101644133441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5453279101644133441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5453279101644133441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='张惠妹 - 如果你也听说'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-305004434894144921</id><published>2008-07-10T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:36:08.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where? What? Why? How? No Who.</title><content type='html'>I realized that I just don't have the mood to write a complete blog recently. Every time when I wanted to write something, I ended up writing them halfway and eventually, I deleted every words that I've written. I just feel funny recently and I don't know what I want. PMS? Maybe. But that can't be the reason always. I just don't know what. I guess most probably is PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly happy with my working life and everything that God have been giving to me up til now but why do I still feel like something is missing? It just feels like I'm standing between the edge of heaven and earth and it's obvious that I would choose heaven but I just couldn't move. Something is holding me back. But what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, this is just like a temporary feeling. It's definitely PMS. That's why I'm typing it out to relieve the shits within me. When I'm done with this entry, everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i'm off to bed, Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-305004434894144921?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/305004434894144921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=305004434894144921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/305004434894144921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/305004434894144921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-what-why-how-no-who.html' title='Where? What? Why? How? No Who.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-5587908532459481177</id><published>2008-06-25T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:56:19.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's next?</title><content type='html'>Nope. Not getting an iPhone. That's not the next thing that I'm going to do. In fact that might be the last thing that I would want to do. Before this I was making a fuss about the iPhone and desperately wanted to get it. I guess after thinking through so much, the money that I want to save up for iPhone can use for something else better. One for being that I already have an iPod Touch the other is many people tell me that iPhone is not worth it. But I guess it's the first one that makes me really change my mind. What for having another iPod Touch+Phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I actually feel great about my job is just that I hope I'm getting somewhere. It's not like I'm very ambitious (although I do hope one day I could be like my managers, and that will have to work much more harder). All I really want myself to do in the future is to open a bakery/cafe like Starbucks/ Secret Recipe and most importantly my shop must have one thing can make everyone think about my shop whenever the name of the thing is mentioned like coffee=starbucks, famous cakes=secret recipe. Just have to work hard and have proper planning. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides work &amp;amp; dreams that I have, what else do I want? I always said that come what may, well I do hope I have love to complete the puzzle of my life. I have family love, friends love, colleagues love, I just don't have bf-gf love. Maybe I wouldn't even have anyway. Argh. I really hate it when my mind come across to this topic. Love. Where is it? Coming or not? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5587908532459481177?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5587908532459481177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5587908532459481177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5587908532459481177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5587908532459481177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-whats-next.html' title='So what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-9213827723887501421</id><published>2008-06-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:16:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that feeling...</title><content type='html'>Is not like I have something to be upset about. But why do I feel so heartache when I listened to those sorrowful songs T_T I guess most probably is the PMS *I hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's gonna be another week of work. Really need to figure out to complete the task my senior asked me to. I want to contribute and be useful to the team. *gambateh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say. Really. Just feeling sad for no reason. &lt;- I am such a sad person. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all and have a great week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-9213827723887501421?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/9213827723887501421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=9213827723887501421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/9213827723887501421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/9213827723887501421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-that-feeling.html' title='What is that feeling...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3575284774493451483</id><published>2008-06-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:47:38.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Steve?</title><content type='html'>Omg. He looked so skinny. What happened? Anyway the 3G iPhone is coming in July. Hopefully it will be available in Malaysia. *finger crossed* soooo getting the 16Gb  one. I've been wanting iPhone for so so long. So now I'll delay my upgrading HDD plan and stick to save-money-to-buy-iPhone-plan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a great workshop trip with colleagues and managers over the weekend. Although I don't know them long enough, they are just really nice. At least they won't despise fresh grads but to provide every possible help to me. Thanks people! So lucky to be able to work with y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to share but then my eyes are about to close. There's a meeting at 8.30 am tomorrow morning so I shall go off to bed now. I'll share more this coming weekend. Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3575284774493451483?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3575284774493451483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3575284774493451483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3575284774493451483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3575284774493451483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened-to-steve.html' title='What happened to Steve?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-735562683984627244</id><published>2008-06-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:07:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They've never fail to make my day better :)</title><content type='html'>That's why I still love them after so long. Mike especially... lucky Anna. Anyway, "Leave Out All The Rest" is one of my fave from Minutes to Midnight and I'm glad they made a video for it. Wanted to paste the video link but unfortunately Warner Music removed it due to copyright claims = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really reminds me of those bloopers in Frat Party. Especially the one that Hahn and Mike did on the wet toiletpaper &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53bUyy5i71k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53bUyy5i71k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-735562683984627244?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/735562683984627244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=735562683984627244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/735562683984627244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/735562683984627244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/06/theyve-never-fail-to-make-my-day-better.html' title='They&apos;ve never fail to make my day better :)'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-5935035023637653369</id><published>2008-05-29T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:33:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss schooling...</title><content type='html'>I really do. Working is not easy especially when u have to stare at the laptop about 9 hours per day. Can't say my work is stress yet cuz it's more of like doing a lot of manual stuff and checking. But seriously thinking back on those days in school, college, those days were heaven actually. Of course there were stress for assignments and exams but the stress of work cannot be compared to that. Education is about absorbing and understanding knowledges while working is about producing result that related to money for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said that work takes almost most of our life after schooling is finished. It is true wert. Monday to Friday, working like 8+ hours daily, 40 hours per week. Don't count weekends, the working hours are like 1/3 of my weekdays. 8 hours of sleep per day, another 1/3 gone. Wow. Where's the life? Normally weekends are my "turning-off-laptop" days. Might on for a few hours but then really get bored of staring at machines most of the times. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get into a better state on my job soon then I can start reforming my life. I want a healthy and happy life. Healthy can start by shaping up and eating well and balanced. I want to look better in a year or two time. So we'll see what's going on. I don't want to say only but start doing already. Same goes to everyone. I hope all of you are living healthy and happy everyday, every minute, every second. Life is too short to be sad and unhealthy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5935035023637653369?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5935035023637653369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5935035023637653369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5935035023637653369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5935035023637653369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-schooling.html' title='I miss schooling...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3156764805915247139</id><published>2008-05-25T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:24:00.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9.48 p.m.</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be 10 pm soon. And it means I have to go to bed soon and ready for a new week. It's gonna be the forth week for me in HP. Well this week I learned quite a lot about my team, my job. So I just hope I could be really familiar with my job and be useful for the team and able to perform well when my colleague is gone for army next week. I have to understand how the whole thing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually after 3 weeks of being in HP I can say I really am a lucky person to be where I am. Even if I can put back the clock and choose again, I will rather be nowhere than where I am now. I thank God again for that. Thank God for the blessings I get every minute, every second and I hope God will do the same to everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.. Next week is pay-day week. Can't wait to check out the bank account and I really have to save up for many many stuffs. Gadgets that I want, preparing for bill payment, joining gym, saving up for future vacation with mum... so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it for now. Really excited about next week's Langkawi workshop trip. Going to stay in Sheraton Hotel, and I bet it's gonna be fun. I just hope I can get to know all my colleagues more and of course my boss. Haha. Nite everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3156764805915247139?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3156764805915247139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3156764805915247139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3156764805915247139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3156764805915247139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/948-pm.html' title='9.48 p.m.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3321698587334426598</id><published>2008-05-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:47:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>The world is unpredictable. What is going to happen on the next second? No one will ever know til it happens. *pray for those victims in China and Myanmar* All these natural disasters shown that the earth is really sick. Polar bears is going to extinct, ice land in Antarctica and Antarctic are melting away. So what's next? Last night there was a slight tremble in my area. It lasted less than 10 seconds and it was pretty scary actually = = Thank goodness it's nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's already the 3rd week for me at work. Actually right now my brain is pretty messed up. So blur with so many things and in a way I feel like I'm giving too much pressure to myself til I feel like I don't know what I'm doing in a way. Oh no. Chill Vic. It's just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will be going to Langkawi next month starting 5th of June and will be back on 7 June. So many things are changing and I'm experiencing so many first time in my life so I do hope the brain could stop messing up and be prepared for tmr's training. Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3321698587334426598?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3321698587334426598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3321698587334426598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3321698587334426598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3321698587334426598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-2589604504330182488</id><published>2008-05-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:44:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is all about waiting...</title><content type='html'>Yep indeed...We waited ever since the moment our parents "made" us. Waited for 9 months or so to be born into this world. When we were a baby, our parents waited for us to grow to crawl, walk, calling "papa" and "mama" while everyday we were waiting for time to pass by and to be fed when we were hungry. We waited for our favorite cartoons, commercial break on tv. Then we waited to go to school to get to know new friends, to be educated. When we were in school, we waited to finish our studies, and waited to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we graduated, we waited for the right job to catch our eyes, then we apply for it. After we applied for it, we waited for the company to call up for an interview. Right after we attended the interview, we waited for "good news" from the company. If the company called to notify you the good news, you waited to start work. When you start work during the first week, you waited for your task. Then when you got your task, you'll be waiting for holidays to come. Then every end of the month, you will be waiting for the amount in your bank account to increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that you will be waiting for your work to be appreciated, best, get promoted, salary increase. After your job got pretty steady and you got everything under control, you'll be waiting for love to come. If love comes, you will need to wait for the day when you and your other half's relationship comes to a point where the both of you can get married. Then after get married, waiting for a child to come into the family. Then wait for the child to grow up and earn money for you to use, to help you out and you retire then you wait for the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait. Life is all about waiting isn't it? Just like now, I'm waiting for my eyes to get sleepy and go to bed. So... goodnight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2589604504330182488?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2589604504330182488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2589604504330182488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2589604504330182488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2589604504330182488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-all-about-waiting.html' title='Life is all about waiting...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-5864527573793505855</id><published>2008-05-13T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:57:55.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of another miserable week...</title><content type='html'>Not like I don't want to enjoy my work but after "working" for like 7 days, I just feel like a total idiot. Only yesterday my colleagues passed me some excel table to work on do some "simple calculation" well it would be nice if they ask me to write SQL queries cuz when it comes to formula, Excel's formula can be bloody complicated. Or maybe I'm stupid?!o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days what I did was mostly MSN, surf net, pretend to be busy like everybody else. *sigh* Not like I'm complaining about my job. I guess maybe I hope that I could learn up things soon then I can be more relax. Well relax in the sense that I know my stuff don't have to be miserable. And after that I can start planning the money to save each month and plan for vacation with mum. I promised her to bring her on cruise so I do hope I'll be able to do that end of this year or maybe next year after I finish my contract with HP? I don't know man. Probably I won't be able to do my job well even before the contract ends and they wanted to kick me out? Who knows? I know I'll try my very best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously working takes all the time. Here's like what I do every weekday and goodness, my life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6/6.15am- Wake up, shower, breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8am- Leave home, go to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8.05 am- Reach my company, the day starts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12pm- Lunch time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12.40-12.50pm- Back to "work"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5.32-5.35pm- Go Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6pm- TV+dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8pm- Shower+ Use my mac for a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9.30pm- TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10.30/11pm- Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*sigh* Boring boring. But I guess working life is like that? Maybe when I have stuff to do I'll complain about having so many stuff to do. You'll see :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5864527573793505855?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5864527573793505855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5864527573793505855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5864527573793505855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5864527573793505855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning-of-another-miserable-week.html' title='The beginning of another miserable week...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6320211385643680192</id><published>2008-05-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:22.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Well this year is one of the year that I didn't really do anything for mum. I used to draw cards, buy present.. But today just really nothing. First thing b/c of wallet empty, secondly even mum is lazy to celebrate and some more tmr will be Mum's birthday. Darn. I feel so damn guilty. The only thing I did was wished her happy Mother's day and saying I love you throughout the whole day. And this very random photoshop pic. Goodness I just don' t really put a lot of time on it. Sorry mum. I promise next year you'll have one unforgettable one. So for now... It's just gonna be this. Happy Birthday mum and I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SCb1ub1s-TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aKIQBGtiZAA/s1600-h/Mother%27s+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SCb1ub1s-TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aKIQBGtiZAA/s320/Mother%27s+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199112997941606706" border="0" /&gt;&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/7180028060606630595-6320211385643680192?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6320211385643680192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6320211385643680192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6320211385643680192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6320211385643680192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SCb1ub1s-TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aKIQBGtiZAA/s72-c/Mother%27s+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-5941670404977857799</id><published>2008-05-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:51:21.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging @ work</title><content type='html'>Haha since I've really got nothing to do, I might as well just drop a few lines. Well this whole week is like nothing much but reading reading reading.Totally blur out on the slides.So many unknown terms @.@ I do hope I can really do my job well on the upcoming days. Many people told me don't be worry and everything will be fine. Well today felt much more better than the past few days. Still feel uneasy as everybody is busy accept me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it actually one week can pass by quite fast. Today it's already Thursday and tmr is Casual day and weekends coming to visit soon. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days really blanko and *cough*bored. Humans are very hard to please. I happen to be one.Right now when I can't do anything, I feel like wanting to get into my job soon. I think if the work load is a lot I'll complain for having so much stuff to do. Yada Yada. Can't help it wert right? Hehe. But I hope I can be as good as my other teammates. They really contributed to the team and saved up a lot of times for some tasks. I will try my very best to learn whatever I should and be able to contribute as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess that's about it for today.Better get back to re-read the slides again as my colleague on SG will give me some briefing about my NCRF team later. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5941670404977857799?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5941670404977857799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5941670404977857799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5941670404977857799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5941670404977857799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogging-work.html' title='Blogging @ work'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-674508198642323583</id><published>2008-05-05T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:49:45.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at work...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night and I got up early this morning. I got up around 6 automatically before the alarm clock calls me. Maybe I'm excited? I'm not sure. I guess more of like scared. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well throughout the whole day in office I feel lost actually. Too many faces need to remember, even the office itself also blur me out. Nothing much to do today just that my senior asked another colleague to give me this big file containing some notes for me to "read". Honestly, I've flipped the file like countless time til I'm extremely bored as I don't have my laptop yet. No work, no surfing, no msn (haha somehow all my colleagues communicate through MSN most of the time).  I kept looking at the clock today hoping that 5.30 comes soon. Not like I don't like my job. Is just that today I don't have anything to do or anything to make me pretty I'm busy at all. I guess this is like the life in office huh? I think I need some time to get used to it. Then later after lunch, my senior told me what he does and all. I understand is SQL queries and all but honestly it's so bloody complicated. I hope I can understand it as time goes by. I guess being a freshie got me pretty scared that I won't be able to perform my job well and eventually got fired. I know I know.. slap me. It's only the first day I already start feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I can say even if I can do my job properly in the upcoming days, I'm not sure if I want to stay for many years. This is like a real office job. People don't really talk other than doing their job. Maybe it's just like a temporary feeling. I do hope things are not like what I thought in the upcoming days. Anyway, that's about it for today. My colleagues said that I'll have tons of work to do. I guess is a good thing right? Better than nothing to do and waiting for time to pass by.  That's all for today. Goodnight everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-674508198642323583?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/674508198642323583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=674508198642323583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/674508198642323583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/674508198642323583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-day-at-work.html' title='First day at work...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-7050282869402203810</id><published>2008-05-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:26:13.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day before the working life starts...</title><content type='html'>Well it's finally Sunday and I'm gonna start working tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it and yet I'm feeling a little scared? It's gonna be a whole new beginning, I don't know what's coming my way but I'm absolutely ready to welcome what's coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've got nothing much to be worried about since my company is so close to home. I just hope that when I start working those laziness that I had for the past few months can fade away soon. Data Analyst might not sound interesting and all, but I'm glad to be given an opportunity to try it out. Don't think I'll be able to blog as much as I used to from now onwards. Not like people really read anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I always make mistake, I don't have great personality too. I pissed off easily. I respect everyone I've met as how they respect themselves. But there are also people who made me total lost my respect to them when I realised that they themselves don't even respect their own mind, body and soul especially when they are like giving all sorts of excuses and keep lying to themselves. Since they themselves don't give a damn about it, so why should I give a damn?So eventually "I find bliss in ignorance". The only thing I could do is to keep quiet and move on with my own life. Want to gain my respect again? Learn to respect yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate every single friendship that I've made since the first day I started to make friends with others. When I became friends with others, I tend to give my whole heart out. But somehow not like everyone appreciate that. Some people think that friends are meant to take advantages of each other. No. That's not right at all. But somehow just face it, in this world today, majority of people are self-centered, taking other's advantage. *sigh* So I shall not say anything anymore. Keeping quiet and live my own life is the best option to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it for now. I wish everyone well on their upcoming days, till then take care. Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7050282869402203810?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7050282869402203810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7050282869402203810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7050282869402203810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7050282869402203810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-before-working-life-starts.html' title='The last day before the working life starts...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-7487288095832492240</id><published>2008-04-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:57:53.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most? Love i think...</title><content type='html'>Well I don't know. I don't consider myself really being loved before cuz during my younger days I guess that was just not you call true love. I don't even know what love means between a couple cuz I have not really tried it. Maybe there are someone waiting for me, but what if there's no one waiting at all? Isn't that sad? Snap back to reality, these kind of stuff are meant to be. Who doesn't want to be loved? But when there's no one for you, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I sounded a little desperate huh? Well not like everyone can understand me anyway. I'm strong? Partially. Maybe. Maybe not. God has always been fair, He won't be giving everything to a person. When you have something, there must be something that someone else have and you don't. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about my life. God has been really good to me to give me everything I own up 'till today and I'm absolutely thankful for that. But somehow nothing could really sate humans greed and always caught themselves in a self-contradicting situation. *sigh* *pointing at myself*  But anyway, I'm always happy for those who found their true love and living happily ever after. So I do hope I can find my "he" one day. But for now, this song is making me sad and yet I love it so much. Although I've not been a fan of country songs, this song make it to my list of favorite songs somehow. Here it is, "What hurts the most" by Rascal Flatts (a 2005 song Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HggNQjSIhxY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HggNQjSIhxY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; That don’t bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; But that’s not what gets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; But I’m doin’ It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Still Harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; But I know if I could do it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; That I left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; That’s what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7180028060606630595-7487288095832492240?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7487288095832492240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7487288095832492240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7487288095832492240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7487288095832492240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-hurts-most-love-i-think.html' title='What hurts the most? Love i think...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-4917962246655824528</id><published>2008-04-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:25.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and always... Mike Shinoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Don't have to read my utter nonsense if you don't feel like it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since the last time I wrote anything about Mike Shinoda or Lee Hom. Lee Hom is hot but... no.. He just don't manage to stay in my heart for long. He comes and He goes. Mike Shinoda has always been here in my heart since day 1. Yes. I know he's married. So what? Some people are still crazy about Angelina Jolie even she got hitched with Mr. Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc2sqPDnPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5vHn9qpkGjo/s1600-h/52399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc2sqPDnPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5vHn9qpkGjo/s320/52399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194680836074740978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been 5 years since I fall for some-dude-from Linkin Park aka Mike Shinoda (rapper of the group +guitarist+keyboard player of the band). The devotion that Mike has towards music earn my biggest respect and also make me feel ashamed of myself sometimes. Mainly because I don't see myself really dedicated to my study before this. I know I could have done better but of course I did try my very best to achieve what I've got so far. I just wish to find out what I'm really good at and work very hard to reach the greatest achievement of my interest and talent. *sigh* I remembered last time during my A-levels period, I was very much addicted to Linkin Park as well as Mike 'til there was once I was so down that I can only hear Mike's voice in my head rapping out the words that I used to hear "unplugged". And his buffoonery always made my day last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc266PDnQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e6VKWfmXpOE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc266PDnQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e6VKWfmXpOE/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194681080887876866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit for the past few months I've change my way of admiring my idols. Not like last time crazy over getting their pictures from magazines, buying merchandise. No. Those stuff are just wasting time and money. The way to support is from the bottom of the heart and buying original CDs, going for concert only. Well one of my dream is to see LP in US cuz the show in Malaysia will never be as good as somewhere outside Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc366PDnSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Vffvnzuswk/s1600-h/531402667_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc366PDnSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Vffvnzuswk/s320/531402667_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194682180399504674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc3T6PDnRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/37D1P9n3U18/s1600-h/64143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc3T6PDnRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/37D1P9n3U18/s320/64143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194681510384606482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this might just sound weird, but I do want to thank Linkin Park for being who they are for making music that makes me hated them from the beginning til loving them so much right now.  Everytime whenever I feel like shutting myself in my own world, their music has always been a great "cure" for me to walk out of depression. Thanks guys. This is why I always be proud to call myself a Linkin Park fan even if in the future if they are forgotten, their name will always stay in my heart as long as I live.This entry is dedicated to you guys, the kids out there and to wherever music lives. I love Mike Shinoda and I love Linkin Park forever and always. (Come to Malaysia soon folks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc_VKPDnVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rAhrEsngjrM/s1600-h/LP+stamp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc_VKPDnVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rAhrEsngjrM/s400/LP+stamp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194690327952465234" border="0" /&gt;&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/7180028060606630595-4917962246655824528?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/4917962246655824528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=4917962246655824528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4917962246655824528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4917962246655824528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/forever-and-always-mike-shinoda.html' title='Forever and always... Mike Shinoda'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SBc2sqPDnPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5vHn9qpkGjo/s72-c/52399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-2184318457487501546</id><published>2008-04-23T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:26.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS? or maybe I've started to change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SA7-VaPDnNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r7j91tZU0ZM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SA7-VaPDnNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r7j91tZU0ZM/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192367064177941714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[This photo brought back all the memories that I used to have in A-levels,really miss those days]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I've been acting very straightforward lately. Sometimes I even think I speak without using my brain as well. *sigh* Anyway, I guess life will not be the same soon. At least I know some friends around me are not like how they used to be. All I can do is to hope that their changes are for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's either the PMS or maybe I'm starting to change recently and part of it I don't think it's good especially when I'm becoming more and more impatient. Some people might call my way of thinking is just within a box. But to me there are always some principles that I tend to keep and follow. Well maybe is really because of the way my parents taught me ever since I was a kid or maybe just like what Win said- the difference between left-handed and right handed. Hmm.. who knows? I've become more and more straightforward, when I don't like certain things and dislike anyone's behavior I tend to spill it out right on that person's face. I guess that's not really good huh. Sounded like I'm so bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do feel that the upcoming days are not going to be easy. I do hope I can cope with the pressure that I'm about to feel. So til then I hope everyone who read this, take good care of yourself and do keep in touch. Dropping a word or two on my "chatterbox" would be nice so at least I know that somebody cares :D Alright people. Take Care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2184318457487501546?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2184318457487501546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2184318457487501546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2184318457487501546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2184318457487501546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/pms-or-maybe-ive-started-to-change.html' title='PMS? or maybe I&apos;ve started to change?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/SA7-VaPDnNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r7j91tZU0ZM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-3234959886968974848</id><published>2008-04-18T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:27:53.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a job hunter...</title><content type='html'>Basically, I went for interview for another job- Data Analyst/ Business Analyst. Need to know Excel Macros and SQL, dealing with data most of the times. Going for the final round of interview(i hope) on Monday to meet the hosting manager and this time, I'll be given some scenarios and see how I can solve it. *sigh* I'm keeping my finger crossed that I don't screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other job that I mentioned on my last entry as "Management Trainee", I got a call from them today asking me when can I start working. So since I'm attending this interview on Monday, I told them I'll give them a reply on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I do want this Business Analyst job. The other job is b/c the location is a bit far and the working hour is like from 10am-8pm which I don't really like at all. And the benefit for Data Analyst is so much more better BUT it's a yearly contract job. So if I am lucky to be hired I need to work at least for a year. Of course I don't mind that. This company will be a challenge for me as it is a multinational company and this company has been around for more than 5 decades so yeah.. I guess everything is pretty organised and if I really want to be exposed to more stuff I guess this position is not getting me anywhere. But then again I don't mind cuz I'm like 23 this year. If I work in this company for a year I'll be here like one year and I'll only be 24 then so nothing to loose. Basically I just want to work then only I'll be able to find out what I really want in a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So I guess that's the update about the life of a job hunter. I do hope to have good news on Monday, I'm feeling pretty nervous though as I have a feeling it's going to be dead tough. Wish Me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3234959886968974848?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3234959886968974848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3234959886968974848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3234959886968974848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3234959886968974848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-of-job-hunter.html' title='Life of a job hunter...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-7950561718144877065</id><published>2008-04-14T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T04:39:51.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion... Hesitation...</title><content type='html'>Well actually went for "training" today, I just don't understand why can't they put the terms properly. It's actually a second interview. There were 3 other candidates chosen to come for this "training" as well. Basically, we were given one set of 18-pages "notes" to read. And basically, this so called "Management Trainee" post is more of like consultancy or perhaps... Sales. The main purpose is to get people to join the club and all. Well the benefit of this job is that you can earn money faster than doing a regular office work as you'll get like the basic salary per month along with the commission you'll be earning. So right now, I'm standing in between the money and the career/real work path. Should I be finding a much more proper job based on my qualification or should I just don't give a damn about my qualification and if I'm lucky to be hired by this company I'll just go and work there for a several months or maybe years? Gosh. This is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales/ Consultancy is not something that I always wanted to do. Right now I'm just totally lost and confused. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7950561718144877065?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7950561718144877065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7950561718144877065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7950561718144877065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7950561718144877065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/confusion-hesitation.html' title='Confusion... Hesitation...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3021222509847678126</id><published>2008-04-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:14:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird day but I guess it's all good...</title><content type='html'>Wow... I'm still feeling wow. I got a call like a few days ago for a management trainee job. And I was pretty confused and wondered since when I applied for a management trainee post. So I called back the company the next day and found out that my resume was given to them by Jobstreet and I was one of the shortlisted candidate. Originally the interview will be on next tuesday but it was changed to today. I wasn't really thinking of getting this job cuz firstly I didn't apply for it and this job has nothing to do with the field that I've studied. So I was thinking that since I haven't got a job and I have nothing else better to do at home, I might as well give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reach the company around 1+ and the interview supposed to be at 2pm. First thing I did was filling up the employment form. Then I waited like 30 minutes along with another candidate who happened to be in the same situation as mine for the same post. And after waited for 30 minutes I went to the reception and wanted to ask what to do next and submitting the form at the same time. After submitting the form, the staff there told me that the manager is not free to interview us and we were asked to go back and wait for their call. So I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Fung called me earlier and wanted to meet up in Pavilion for a talk or something so I kind of waited for him for a while and he reached around 3.15. After that, we decided to have a drink at Gloria Jeans Coffee (and god their small size really meant small.. Haha). Anyway, we kind of like talked for less than 10 minutes then suddenly I received a call from the company again. The manager whose name is Victor, wanted me to attend the training on Monday. Then I was stunned and asked him how come and was I being hired? He was like not really cuz they wanted to see if I'm suited for the post after the 4 hours training. I then asked about what sort of job I'll be handling in this post. Then he went "Aren't you suppose to ask that during your interview session?" Then I told him that I wasn't being interviewed at all. So he wanted to meet me up for an interview again and thank goodness I was still around that area that time. After I hung up, I quickly drank up my last sip of coffee and left Min Fung there alone. (sorry dude, but thanks for coming for a drink, really appreciate that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the company, I met up with Victor. First thing I was being told was "You should lose weight Victoria"(not like he's insulting me but the work has something related to fitness) I'm like.. yes, I do know that. Thank you very much. Then after that he talked as if I'm already being hired. I was in a really "blah" state that time cuz I couldn't be bothered with the job. And when he said "What if I'm gonna pay you 4k for the job?". Then I was totally stunned and I said "I may consider". He was like "4k you still need to consider?". Seriously at that moment I thought it was a joke and I told him is not about salary I'm concerning about but there are other factors as well. Then I went on and asked him "Are you serious?" he just went "why not?" Then I was told that 4k is when I become a real staff there after 3 months probation. So since I'm a freshie, I was being offered 2k as basic salary. I was hesitating at the moment. After thinking for a few minutes and discussed my difficulty with him about not being able to work til too late he told me the earliest he'll let me off is 8pm.  Eventually, I accepted the job cuz I thought since I don't have a job right now and I really need money to survive, I might as well try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do see myself facing a lot of difficulties in the upcoming days. Lots of stuff to learn since I'm a true freshie and no experience. It appears to me that this is an opportunity that came to me by fate. Probably God would like me to try something else before getting myself into boring job. I don't dare to imagine what lies ahead but all I know is that I will try to learn up stuff that suppose to be learnt and be useful and hopefully I can get to somewhere one day. Even if eventually things don't turn out the way I imagine to be I guess I'll just take it as an experience or a vital for my continued growth. I will try my very best. A big thank you for all my friends who have been there for me for advice and listening to my nonsense and complains. Thank you guys. And the two most important person I need to thank is my mum and God (regardless of religion). So we shall see what happen next then. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3021222509847678126?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3021222509847678126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3021222509847678126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3021222509847678126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3021222509847678126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-day-but-i-guess-its-all-good.html' title='Weird day but I guess it&apos;s all good...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-8666044418634049926</id><published>2008-04-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:55:08.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting, Wishing, Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Sitting here wishing and waiting for a company to call me up for interviews. T_T  Went for a programming aptitude test last wednesday and I would say if only i know is those questions I would be much more prepared. *Sigh* if only is not going to save me. It's my own mistake for not keeping up the practice. So I guess the chances of being selected is pretty low. Btw, is the Analyst Programmer for Manulife (previously known as John Hancock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, went to the jobstreet career fair. I know it's not like i'm gonna stand a big chance or something but just went there and have a look. Submitted a few copies of my resume. Philip Morris, Synovate, AIG, etc. I guess as time goes by my thoughts change as well. I seriously don't mind working in small company with a few people that can make me learn some stuff. Right now i'm in the near insane stage. I so so so so want a job. I guess I'm still stubborn and picky about my job. No Sales. No Marketing. Not til there's no other job available. Those field are definitely my last resort. *sigh* It's the second week of april already. Oh God, I want a job. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue my sitting, wishing and waiting session... I'm outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-8666044418634049926?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/8666044418634049926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=8666044418634049926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8666044418634049926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8666044418634049926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/04/sitting-wishing-waiting.html' title='Sitting, Wishing, Waiting...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-1428474052145128085</id><published>2008-03-27T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:01:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Omg.. i'm so gonna cry soon. It's gonna be the end of March edi and still no news about my applications? Did something went wrong? Or maybe those employers think that I'm not good enough to be hired? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened, going to "visit" my dad this Sunday. Somehow I really miss him these few days. Especially after my mum brought back the portrait that were taken during graduation day. I wish that he was there too so we can have a complete portrait. *sigh* I miss you dad. I want to be your daughter again to make it up to the time that we've missed of knowing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have nothing else better to do, I tend to think about nonsense like why am I unwanted. Well not that I'm desperate to have a bf or something is just that I always wonder why am I those kind of girl who is not even guy's type. *sigh* I know why. forget it. I just hate talking about lovey dovey stuff. I always welcome my friends come to me and tell me about their relationship problem and all. But sometimes it will irritate me not b/c of their problem but my own. I will think about stuff like how come nobody loves me like how my friends did to their other half. Blah.. I'm not even interested to be in love now. So... who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'll have to print more and more resume and mail directly to those companies. That's all for now. I do hope the next entry I can talk about my new job. *finger crossed* Take care y'all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-1428474052145128085?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/1428474052145128085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=1428474052145128085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/1428474052145128085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/1428474052145128085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6784640076994411243</id><published>2008-03-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:26.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this color is interesting...</title><content type='html'>Not a fan of gold color, found someone posted these pics of Mac Book Pro in gold. Haha. Gold MBP. I guess i still like the original color of it :D and I bet this will be much more heavier if it's really made out of gold. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plAEWNL6RhM/R8wJ_5544BI/AAAAAAAAADc/A6G19CrGz0Q/s400/24kt-gold-diamonds-macbook-pro_48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plAEWNL6RhM/R8wJ75544AI/AAAAAAAAADU/oGVZ1IHEcTY/s400/24kt-gold-15-macbook-pro_48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6784640076994411243?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6784640076994411243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6784640076994411243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6784640076994411243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6784640076994411243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-this-color-is-interesting.html' title='Now this color is interesting...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plAEWNL6RhM/R8wJ_5544BI/AAAAAAAAADc/A6G19CrGz0Q/s72-c/24kt-gold-diamonds-macbook-pro_48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-5832945135944293099</id><published>2008-02-29T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:20:18.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain regrets can't be unravelled...</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I should have known this would happen. I shouldn't be bother about any nagging and went to the Backstreet Boys' concert the other day. Darn. God knows when will they be coming to Malaysia again. Argh. I hate myself right at this moment. From this moment on I shall not make decision that will make me regret. For goodness sake I'm a grown up. Not like I will disrespect my mum or something but sometimes she can be a little overprotecting. Serves me right. I shouldn't be a good girl sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I even think of flying over to Korea or any other country to watch them. Damn. I hate that feeling. I may not be the biggest fan of them now but I was once a huge fan of theirs and last time they canceled the concert due to the 9-11 incident and after that they came once for the Forces of Nature concert which I didn't make it and this time, the reason is nothing. I should have acted like how I did for LP's concert. I was complaining to my mum til she gave up. *sigh* I sound so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this kind of regret cannot be undone so I just have to accept it. I guess it takes time to get over this regret. And tmr, I'll be going to the KLCC convention centre for the Career Fair and honestly speaking I'm not very well prepared. I thought I'll have extra time but there were too many things to be done today so I do hope I can get something out of that fair tmr and get a freaking job. Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-5832945135944293099?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/5832945135944293099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=5832945135944293099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5832945135944293099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/5832945135944293099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/02/certain-regrets-cant-be-unravelled.html' title='Certain regrets can&apos;t be unravelled...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3995118396951138219</id><published>2008-02-17T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:02:56.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>I used to enjoy blogging so much but nowadays I'm just too lazy to update as there's nothing much to talk about my recent life. *sigh* I'm in the very lost state at the moment, trying to search for the right direction for my life ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess I'll be blogging once in a blue moon from now onwards. I do hope life will be busy on the upcoming days. At least busy with work will be a good thing rather than rotting at home.I will try my very best to search for the right direction and I do hope my friends will find what they want in their life either in education or work or maybe love. So good luck to everybody, let's work hard together to live our life to the fullest :) Anything just contact me through msn or SMS. A SMS once in a while would be nice :D Take care y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3995118396951138219?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3995118396951138219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3995118396951138219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3995118396951138219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3995118396951138219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-2841674007291798154</id><published>2008-02-05T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:48:59.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Lol. this place is like those abandoned city of the old times.. Who cares right? Anyway... tomorrow is CNY eve. So before anything else, wanna wish everyone who bothers to read a very Happy Chinese New Year and hopefully everyone will have a great year ahead filled with wealth, health and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My convocation was held last Saturday at Nikko Hotel.And most pics that I've taken just blur T_T Luckily I did attend or else I'll be absolutely regret cuz I thought of not going in the beginning. Although I did not study at overseas, at least I went for a convocation :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta run now. Happy Chinese New Year to all. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2841674007291798154?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2841674007291798154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2841674007291798154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2841674007291798154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2841674007291798154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6746405048519948654</id><published>2008-01-23T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:55:30.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Heath Ledger (1979-2008)</title><content type='html'>I was pretty shock when I see this news where Heath Ledger was found dead in a Manhattan apartment yesterday. I'm not his fan but just to pay my respect to him. I guess the death of Heath Ledger brought a great loss to the world of showbiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2008/01/23/body_wideweb__470x308,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to news, 28 years old Heath Ledger was found naked and face-down on the floor of his bedroom by a housekeeper about 3.30pm on Tuesday. And the news also reported that he had been ill with pneumonia. The police said that his death is accidental as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information about the news of Heath's death can be found &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/people/police-confirm-sleeping-pills-near-bed/2008/01/23/1201024937306.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger acted in famous flick like Brokeback Mountain, The Patriot, A Knight's Tale and so on. He is suppose to play the role as The Joker on the sequel of Batman Begins. What a way to start off 2008. Rest In Peace, Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/03/03/ledger_wideweb__470x309,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6746405048519948654?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6746405048519948654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6746405048519948654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6746405048519948654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6746405048519948654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip-heath-ledger-1979-2008.html' title='R.I.P Heath Ledger (1979-2008)'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-7613961635477552743</id><published>2008-01-18T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:43:40.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Story- Reira Starring Yuna Ito</title><content type='html'>An old song back in 2005, this song was featured in the Nana Movie where Yuna Ito acted as the lead singer of the band Trapnest. One of my recent favorite song, just beautiful ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzyED1LwySA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzyED1LwySA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Soba ni ite hoshii yo Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyogaru koto ni tsukareta no&lt;br /&gt;Osana sugita no Everytime I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Ima nara ieru I miss you&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoeba dare ka no tame ja naku anata no tame ni&lt;br /&gt;Utaitai kono uta wo&lt;br /&gt;Owara nai story tsuduku kono kagayaki ni&lt;br /&gt;Always tsutaetai zutto eien ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of our time together&lt;br /&gt;Kesa nai de kono mama don’t go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atatakaku toke dashite tashikameru no&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa no shizuku kono mune ni hirogatteku&lt;br /&gt;Setsu nai hodo ni I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;Kasaneta te hanasa naide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoeba kanau nara mou ichido anata no tame ni&lt;br /&gt;Utai tai kono uta wo&lt;br /&gt;Owara nai story taemanai itoshisa de&lt;br /&gt;tell me why oshiete yo zutto eien ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoeba dare ka no tame ja naku anata no tame ni&lt;br /&gt;Utaitai kono uta wo&lt;br /&gt;Owara nai story tsuduku kono kagayaki ni&lt;br /&gt;Always tsutaetai zutto eien ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Then I want you by my side Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of always having to bluff&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about you baby, I feel so young&lt;br /&gt;If I could just tell you I miss you&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I want to sing this song, not for just anyone&lt;br /&gt;but just for you&lt;br /&gt;An ENDLESS STORY that keeps on shining&lt;br /&gt;Always, I wanna show you, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of our time together&lt;br /&gt;this way, they don’t go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I knew that the warmth between us had disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;gentle tears started to spread over my chest&lt;br /&gt;This is not where it ends, I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;please don’t let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I wish I could sing this song, just for you&lt;br /&gt;just one more time&lt;br /&gt;An ENDLESS STORY of undying love&lt;br /&gt;tell me why, please tell me, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I want to sing this song, not for just anyone&lt;br /&gt;but just for you&lt;br /&gt;An ENDLESS STORY that keeps on shining&lt;br /&gt;Always, I wanna show you, forever and ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7613961635477552743?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7613961635477552743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7613961635477552743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7613961635477552743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7613961635477552743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/01/endless-story-reira-starring-yuna-ito.html' title='Endless Story- Reira Starring Yuna Ito'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-4236107021735590914</id><published>2008-01-17T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:13:49.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hair</title><content type='html'>I would like to tell you how sorry I am for not treating you right for the pass few years and brought you into serious damage. Luckily is not too late save you from falling off completely. Lol. I do hope you could forgive me for my mistake and from now onwards I will take extremely good care of you like I never did before. I hope you could stay with me as long as you could and you do know how much I love you right? And thank you for being alive again. Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Owner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-4236107021735590914?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/4236107021735590914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=4236107021735590914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4236107021735590914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/4236107021735590914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-hair.html' title='Dear Hair'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3586797197049500738</id><published>2008-01-14T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:07:40.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I just keep giving excuses to myself for not looking for a job. Yes I'm broke but that excuse didn't seem to persuade me to work. *screams* I felt completely useless now. Most will definitely think that way. To be honest I'm bored at home. Very bored in fact. I'm just scared. *sigh* I kept thinking wanting to work only. How nice if there's a job offer that doesn't require me to go for ANY interview with good pay. Right. *dream on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this I was saying that I wanted to get a job after Xmas is over. Now Xmas is already over for a while, my mind just wanted to wait til CNY is over. Lol. Excuses,excuses, excuses. Can Victoria overcome her excuses period and find a job eventually? Find out next time on the words of vicdom. No specific time of airing but you'll know when the time comes. -&gt; Insane. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3586797197049500738?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3586797197049500738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3586797197049500738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3586797197049500738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3586797197049500738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/01/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6719561808386539922</id><published>2008-01-01T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:33:33.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu-Thaozand-N-Ate</title><content type='html'>2008 that is ^_^ Had a pretty "peaceful" night last night, didn't go anywhere for party and just countdown with myself. Lol. sad huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new year and I do hope this year I will have less complain and less sigh-ings. Lately I've been having this bad feeling about my upcoming days when I start thinking about w-o-r-k. Knowing myself didn't get good result for my Degree is already a bad starting point for my career. (Maybe not I hope)People have been asking me what sort of job will I be applying for and honestly, I can really say that I do not know at all b/c I haven't really got into it yet. I've been giving myself all sorts of reasons for not to work just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess probably it's time to do something useful since one of the resolution for 2008 is to be more useful. I've been pretty useless actually. Didn't do anything that is productive and useful for my life, family and the world. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I realised I have the habit of looking/thinking back at my old stuffs. Friends, music that I used to listen to, even those stupid crush that I had on guys, etc. And when I think of the recent years, it felt like I didn't live my recent years to the fullest. I didn't social much, mostly stick to home and college for class only. It seems like I've almost become a loner. Oh No. I so don't want that to happen. I'm the kind of person who likes having friends around me, I don't like to do things alone, but ever since I got into a place called KDU, everything changed. Even my attitude. 3 years is not a very short period of time nor it's very long but I guess it's long enough to change me in terms of thoughts and attitudes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess right now I'm ready to look for some new changes in me. I don't want to live like how I did for the past 3 years. It's enough. Time to walk out from that door and breathe in a new life. Job hunt starts later this afternoon right after the "spring cleaning" of my room ^_^ Alright folks, Happy New Year to all and I hope everyone will have a great year ahead fills with happiness and great stuff. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6719561808386539922?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6719561808386539922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6719561808386539922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6719561808386539922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6719561808386539922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2008/01/tu-thaozand-n-ate.html' title='Tu-Thaozand-N-Ate'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6989660411484941355</id><published>2007-12-31T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:04:33.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last entry for 2007</title><content type='html'>It's about an hour more before 2007 comes to an end. It has been a year full of stress and a mixture of all sorts of emotions. Thank you for those who has always been there for me with supports and surprises. I do hope our friendship would remain as long as we live ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. I wonder what's coming my way :) But I do hope in this brand new year, the world would be as peaceful as possible; everyone get what they wish for, enjoy every second with happiness &amp; good health; myself able to get a job that I get to enjoy with a not so bad paycheck,having a much more interesting life ahead, able to lose some pound (lol. this has been my resolution every year but it has never worked out so i guess this year just forget it :D) Most importantly i do hope that my loved ones will have a great year with wealth, health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy new year to all! See you in 2008 ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6989660411484941355?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6989660411484941355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6989660411484941355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6989660411484941355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6989660411484941355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-entry-for-2007.html' title='Last entry for 2007'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-7949753524628887943</id><published>2007-12-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:29.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not such a Merry Xmas to me...</title><content type='html'>*sigh* the most highly anticipated day of mine has became the most unexpectedly boring day for me. I was waiting to go Genting Highlands for Xmas this year but eventually I just don't enjoy it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before continuing, a late Merry Xmas to everyone who bothers to read my silly little blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JGHPJNJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/CkAtAuH8aN4/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JGHPJNJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/CkAtAuH8aN4/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148254414176069602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did when I got up early in the morning in the hotel room. Just snap this pic of my nephew snoring away on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was pretty crowded in Genting during Xmas eve, there was a countdown celebration on Times Square whereby some unknown band singing all the famous songs that made me feel like throwing something to the stage at them. Owh well, it's a free show anyway so I shouldn't complain much about it. Here are some pictures taken far far away from the stage. *sigh* I just hate the way I shot things. It's not interesting. Bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JIi_JNJ_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/mKJhr4zGkJ4/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JIi_JNJ_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/mKJhr4zGkJ4/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148257089940695026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy had been singing for hours of chinese/malay/ english songs and when he was trying to rap "In The End" I really wanted to throw something at his face. Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly the whole place is crowded. And mum was complaining that she almost suffocates among the sea of crowds. lol. This time around, I wasn't alone on feeling bored. Even my relatives and mum too. They just kept walking around and looking here and there only cuz casino was too crowded as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JJwvJNKAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_H9NRzTekwI/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JJwvJNKAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_H9NRzTekwI/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148258425675524098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the reason I felt bored was because my dear niece who came two weeks before and she's been shopping like mad and most of my savings are finished by her insanity = = I thought of using my money to have fun during Xmas but never expected she came to my place and spent all my cash and return home happily leaving me crying a river for myself. *sob* Can't do anything since it's already been done. I do hope I could celebrate my 2008 Xmas in overseas. Just have to work soon and save up some money. 5 more days to 2008 and I really dunno what to expect on myself. I would be lucky if I can get a job that I enjoy doing and with an OK-salary. (Lol, I know i should stop saying and should just go look for one for real.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one last pic of my niece, celebrated her bday for her on the day before she went back home to Cameron Highlands. Happy Belated Birthday dear. You better love yourself more and don't go on being depressed again. I'll kill you if you do it again. Love Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JLw_JNKCI/AAAAAAAAAII/sd0NYbL4C4M/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JLw_JNKCI/AAAAAAAAAII/sd0NYbL4C4M/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148260628993746978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7949753524628887943?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7949753524628887943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7949753524628887943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7949753524628887943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7949753524628887943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-such-merry-xmas-to-me.html' title='Not such a Merry Xmas to me...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R3JGHPJNJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/CkAtAuH8aN4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-6717712673279091641</id><published>2007-12-14T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:33.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just so darn lazy...</title><content type='html'>Lol I found myself getting more and more lazy to blog nowadays. Nothing much interesting to post anyway since I'm currently having an uninteresting life. There are some pics that I wanted to post. Well. Just some random shots which is pretty lame. Since X'mas is around the corner, this post is dedicated to the X'mas tree. Haha here are all the xmas tree with different decorations that i've seen this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From Bangkok]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQRvJNJwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DLNypL5FPjo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQRvJNJwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DLNypL5FPjo/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143832358797780738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree made of boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQnvJNJxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GVvN2giJn-w/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQnvJNJxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GVvN2giJn-w/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143832736754902802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQ8vJNJyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mlj5m_M42U4/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQ8vJNJyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mlj5m_M42U4/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143833097532155682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KRTfJNJzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JJYV2lB1n88/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KRTfJNJzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JJYV2lB1n88/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143833488374179634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KRsfJNJ0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TtkSziwJGho/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KRsfJNJ0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TtkSziwJGho/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143833917870909250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Local]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1 U:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KSSfJNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/YgRWmCYIq6U/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KSSfJNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/YgRWmCYIq6U/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143834570705938258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KSjPJNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vK0LaB8B_eg/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KSjPJNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vK0LaB8B_eg/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143834858468747106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KS0_JNJ3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jdpfDSnFCq0/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KS0_JNJ3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jdpfDSnFCq0/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143835163411425138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KTHPJNJ4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/l7BCgBudt5k/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KTHPJNJ4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/l7BCgBudt5k/s320/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143835476944037762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Genting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KTb_JNJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/soCRVxuoLQ0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KTb_JNJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/soCRVxuoLQ0/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143835833426323346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KT2fJNJ6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RgY-N5yDCA0/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KT2fJNJ6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RgY-N5yDCA0/s320/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143836288692856738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mid Valley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KUJPJNJ7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mGxsRJNZ7L0/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KUJPJNJ7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mGxsRJNZ7L0/s320/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143836610815403954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KUu_JNJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yRgAzlCJ4lM/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KUu_JNJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yRgAzlCJ4lM/s320/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143837259355465666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this shot for being colorful and the Angel is rather old haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KVJPJNJ9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7NaK_tvm4x0/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KVJPJNJ9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7NaK_tvm4x0/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143837710327031762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *sigh* still a long way to go for me to take great shots. Learning to handle the aperture and shutter speed properly.. lol. I want to take great pictures. *sob* Anyway, Merry Xmas everyone! I'll post some pics that I've took while riding the cable car in Genting on my next post. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6717712673279091641?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6717712673279091641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6717712673279091641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6717712673279091641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6717712673279091641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-just-so-darn-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m just so darn lazy...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R2KQRvJNJwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DLNypL5FPjo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-2529891144736538189</id><published>2007-12-01T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:31:40.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@</title><content type='html'>Wanted to post stuff about my trip but I found myself in a very sick condition. The flu, the cough, and the sore throat all came to pay a visit since yesterday so I might need to rest a bit. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2529891144736538189?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2529891144736538189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2529891144736538189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2529891144736538189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2529891144736538189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='@_@'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-2022788842255874296</id><published>2007-11-29T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:33.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm home finally... Honestly this trip made me realised that nowhere can replace the feeling of being at home. Reached KLIA around 10.45 pm last night and I was bloody tired. This trip has given me a lot of different thoughts. And Bangkok is really not how I think it is. Bangkok is one big city with tons of ppl, cars and dust... And my trip is unbelievably tiring and i can honestly say that if I were to live in Bangkok, I would have died of Diabetes. Their food is super sweet. Insanely sweet &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more about my trip later on. Actually I didn't get to visit interesting places my trip was more of like a windows shopping trip. *sigh* Saw one real hot guy on the plane last night. He was .. omg.. so hot &lt;3 lol. anyway, here's a pic i took from the hotel room. The sunrise of Bangkok. Woke up at about 6 ish @ Bangkok/ 7 local time.  I shall be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0_AbfRKD6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/YEwrLkNLADs/s1600-R/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0_AbfRKD6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Txwpjsa851E/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138537278335487906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2022788842255874296?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2022788842255874296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2022788842255874296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2022788842255874296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2022788842255874296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0_AbfRKD6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Txwpjsa851E/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-2142421554183868150</id><published>2007-11-23T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:51:51.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving...</title><content type='html'>Well honestly a big part of me don't feeling like leaving home at all. If it's with my mum, i'll totally have the mood to go traveling. But this time around, is with my bro and family only. I don't understand why is it so hard for him to give a place to my mum. I felt so bad to promise to go. All thanks to my niece as she needs company. I'm not trying to complain but I know I am complaining now. When i go traveling, I just absolutely hate that I don't know anything about my trip like exactly where to go and stuff like that. I *maybe* going to Bangkok. Right. How certain am I? Well I'll let you all know when I reach on Sunday. Ha. What a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, this time around, I just don't know where I'll be and stuff like that. I just hate the answer "we'll just go around and eat and have fun". My question is "where" not "what" = = Thailand is not that small. *sigh* I should just shut up and get to know it on that day itself. I'm pretty worried to leave mum home alone. Well I know she's ok with it but somehow I'm not quite ok. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just leave here with my last post before the trip. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2142421554183868150?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2142421554183868150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2142421554183868150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2142421554183868150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2142421554183868150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving.html' title='Leaving...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-6175212790508304412</id><published>2007-11-21T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:33.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nattō</title><content type='html'>I can say honestly, curiosity really kills the cat. Went out for lunch with Joshua and Win @ Win's birthday place- Sakae Sushi today. As usual we ordered food and i came across to Nattō tempura. And I always wondered why Shin Chan loves to mix it with rice so much so I ordered it. I would have never imagined it to smell that way. It smells disgusting and I can't even finish the whole piece of that Nattō tempura. *eeewwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0Q6o_RKD5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HcuTCpdvS78/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0Q6o_RKD5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HcuTCpdvS78/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135293950961782674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the taste is just unbearable = = *shivers* I think i've found something that I will hate to put in the mouth- Natto = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shin chan clip. Haha. I just wish there are subtitles. And I love shiro. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vU6rQFHEfUg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vU6rQFHEfUg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be thursday soon and sunday is coming very soon. Looking forward to travel but feeling absolutely bad that mum is not coming along. *sigh* just hope that everything will be fine at home and during the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6175212790508304412?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6175212790508304412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6175212790508304412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6175212790508304412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6175212790508304412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/natt.html' title='Nattō'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0Q6o_RKD5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HcuTCpdvS78/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-100987471139533943</id><published>2007-11-19T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:34.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Went out with Win today. Took some pics of the food we ate. Chicken ham &amp; cheese on toast. Haha. And some really random shots. I'll be leaving this sunday til next thursday for a vacation :) Going to thailand! Whee. Although I wish to go somewhere else like.. HK... haha. owh well I better shut up and don't complain since my trip is FOC and i don't need to pay for anything except the passport which i went to renew this morning. And I can honestly say, the other race ppl always like to work slow. Went there around 8 and only got things done around 1. *sigh* Why do i even bother? Anyway, just roughly changed the header banner. I didn't do those graphics, I just put everything together in one. Lol. So lazy huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod touch box shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GoMPRKD1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xT984lf1PBw/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GoMPRKD1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xT984lf1PBw/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134569978389466962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot is taken by Win... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GopfRKD2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gymTXNKj3XA/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GopfRKD2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gymTXNKj3XA/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134570480900640610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Ham &amp; Cheese on toast. Pretty good to eat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GpAPRKD3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/8Lb_0SvAVXI/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GpAPRKD3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/8Lb_0SvAVXI/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134570871742664562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least... the big head Vic &amp; Win ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GpTvRKD4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/uplDgVnHJ00/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GpTvRKD4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/uplDgVnHJ00/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134571206750113666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-100987471139533943?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/100987471139533943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=100987471139533943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/100987471139533943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/100987471139533943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/R0GoMPRKD1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xT984lf1PBw/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-6935982368873602033</id><published>2007-11-14T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:37.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>Haha. Nothing to do, so take some lousy pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my fried meehoon. Lol. Supposely going out for lunch with some ppl but that some ppl FFK me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsStmHyJgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S1MdNKkkynk/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsStmHyJgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S1MdNKkkynk/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132716774855419394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mp3 players that i've used. (Forgot to put in the lousy china mp4 players = =)&lt;br /&gt;(From Left: My first iPod- iPod Shuffle, the replacement of my shuffle- SONY mp3 player, my latest iPod/Love- iPod Touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsTR2HyJhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/m5rCkNxEM1Y/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsTR2HyJhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/m5rCkNxEM1Y/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132717397625677330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.. iPod Touch interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsTpWHyJiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WMl1VmhXHpo/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsTpWHyJiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WMl1VmhXHpo/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132717801352603170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how thin is this baby? Sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsT52HyJjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dGJyuXQeAtk/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsT52HyJjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dGJyuXQeAtk/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132718084820444722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SONY player still the thickest of all = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsUPWHyJkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Eo3bdRFkxzI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsUPWHyJkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Eo3bdRFkxzI/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132718454187632194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. The Apple on the Book. Haha. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsUgmHyJlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IEf8oKPpu4U/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsUgmHyJlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IEf8oKPpu4U/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132718750540375634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I love how my iPod touch can entertain me not only with music. The screen is phenomenal. When i couldn't sleep i just tend to watch movie from my iPod touch under my blanket. Lol. iPod touch rulez &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6935982368873602033?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6935982368873602033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6935982368873602033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6935982368873602033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6935982368873602033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzsStmHyJgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S1MdNKkkynk/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-8047086897220831245</id><published>2007-11-12T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:38.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week full of surprises and a little bit of upset..</title><content type='html'>Something great and some really bad stuff happened throughout the whole week. Therefore I guess I just have to split things up one by one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Surprise 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about getting a new camera on my last entry and was still hesitating whether what to get and should I even get a new camera. Somebody else helped me to solve this problem on the next day. Instead of keep surveying and asking people around me, my cousin brother just bought me the Powershot S5 IS. I was like o.O cuz originally I was thinking to borrow some money from mum but my cousin bro was like... "Owh... since you're able to get out of that college with a class, This camera is your graduation gift." Words can never described how I felt that moment. *Happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the shot taken with my SE phone. Well you can see the difference of the quality very much as compared to the photos later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzg-xx_TedI/AAAAAAAAADE/jUlEp5TDVPg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzg-xx_TedI/AAAAAAAAADE/jUlEp5TDVPg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131920800342047186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pretty much lazy to take more shots using my phone cuz the quality just suck. I'm totally in love with this thing. I was shooting here and there which made mum feeling irritated cuz she was like asking me what is there to shoot in the house. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Second stuff that makes me happy and a lil' upset:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the camera came just in time cuz the day after was Lee Hom's promo in Sg Wang. I was telling Win about how I got sick of some friends that I know and I even lost my interest in Lee Hom b/c of them. But I guess today I found the passion for Lee Hom back. Originally there I knew this gal, Ms. K, she was like a few years older than I do but somehow I think she has a really narrow mind. Don't plan to type everything out here cuz I don't meant to say anything unpleasant about that Ms. K but I think I've learnt that sometimes people just aren't the way you think they are. I just see some true colours about some ppl who demand for things from their friends when they need but don't give a shit about their friends at all. I guess it's not a completely bad thing that I knew the true self of this Ms.K cuz in a way I think I got to know more Lee Hom fans as freely as I want without having to worry about such and such is someone from another group.Cuz honestly I never knew that Lee Hom fans in Malaysia had groups within group whereby all of them don't like each other and wanting to "fight" for everything related to Lee Hom =/ Since now I'm neutral, I don't even need to care about all this stuff anymore cuz my main purpose is to see Lee Hom whenever he comes to Malaysia and get to know people who share the same interest and think the same way as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the event was when I got on stage to get my albums autographed by Lee Hom, suddenly there was this gal who were crying below the stage and she wanted to see Lee Hom and even talking to him as she's in the stage of going to be blind soon. Really pity her though. So Lee Hom then stood up after signing one of my album and he brushed over my shoulder and walking towards the edge of the stage to talk to the gal. I was stunned for a while cuz he brushed over my shoulder and smiled at me before that. And during that moment, I really found the passion for Lee Hom back and I'm in love with him again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some shots that I took for the promo. Didn't stand quite front though cuz I went there in the afternoon. Although the shots are not very nice but I just love how this new baby of mine can shot better pictures than those normal camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OH-SO-HOT Lee Hom &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhmnh_TeiI/AAAAAAAAADs/KIz2GFnvuRI/s1600-h/LeeHom_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhmnh_TeiI/AAAAAAAAADs/KIz2GFnvuRI/s320/LeeHom_23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964604713499170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty Lee Hom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhm7x_TejI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OK3LWJZzjHY/s1600-h/LeeHom_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhm7x_TejI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OK3LWJZzjHY/s320/LeeHom_18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964952605850162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes are killing me &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhnLx_TekI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZrDadkR6IZk/s1600-h/LeeHom_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhnLx_TekI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZrDadkR6IZk/s320/LeeHom_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131965227483757122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was standing in the first row, I could have get better pics.. *sigh* it's just my skill is not there. Nothing else to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhnhB_TelI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aJ964_X5Z8s/s1600-h/LeeHom_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhnhB_TelI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aJ964_X5Z8s/s320/LeeHom_26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131965592555977298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Surprise 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just keep having the urge to buy a new iPod. I guess probably I got pretty sick of the SONY player that I have. And for those who wanted to get a new MP3 Player, DO NOT GET SONY MP3 PLAYER FOR YOUR OWN CONVENIENT. Sony player's software was a nightmare for me. First for not being compatible with Mac and then the s/w does not support any other writings except ABC and 123. The s/w decoded the chinese character as ??? instead of the original one. Just as I was scratching my head of what to get again, either iPod Nano/Classic/Touch. I really don't like the look of the new nano and for the classic, do I really need that much space? Why not a new HDD instead? Lol. As for the touch, I just don't have enough cash for it. Before my cousin went to HK, he was asking me if I want to buy iPod from there. I was telling him yes cuz it's a lot cheaper over there. But eventually I didn't really set my mind to what I really want. Then on Sunday, he came over and he was like... giving me a box and that black box was the iPod touch!!!! OMG! I almost wanted to cry when I see that thing cuz the other day when Joshua showed me his iPod touch, I was totally, madly in love with it. And I guess my prayers were heard all the time and dreams come true again. I finally got an iPod touch! Wheee! I slept with it on last night. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a total mad week. I am truly blessed. And I really thank God for that. I really had everything I wanted. A powerbook; I met Mike and took a pic with him; met Lee Hom twice and shook his hand during the concert and brushed over his shoulder a few days ago;got a new camera; iPod touch. Nothing is better than all this and I am truly grateful with my life. I know I've been complaining about life so much but at the end of the day, my life is truly a miracle for me. Hehe. I guess that's all about it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.. the iPod touch! My second iPod. Should give it a name eh? Mmm... I'll name it Mike Shinoda. *lol* kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhlYR_TeeI/AAAAAAAAADM/Sg0pMiQjVJg/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhlYR_TeeI/AAAAAAAAADM/Sg0pMiQjVJg/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131963243208866274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It's 8 Gb. I think 8Gb is just good enough to fill in everything i need =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhlnh_TefI/AAAAAAAAADU/0qGZT353x4U/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhlnh_TefI/AAAAAAAAADU/0qGZT353x4U/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131963505201871346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the smell of new apple product. Smells good ^_^ smells like.. Apple? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhl1R_TegI/AAAAAAAAADc/Iwy-RKtSL7M/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzhl1R_TegI/AAAAAAAAADc/Iwy-RKtSL7M/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131963741425072642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the fun of it. I realise the pic that I took is getting worse  = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhmJh_TehI/AAAAAAAAADk/nG7KBq2u9cE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzhmJh_TehI/AAAAAAAAADk/nG7KBq2u9cE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131964089317423634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-8047086897220831245?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/8047086897220831245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=8047086897220831245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8047086897220831245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8047086897220831245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/week-full-of-surprises-and-little-bit.html' title='A week full of surprises and a little bit of upset..'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Rzg-xx_TedI/AAAAAAAAADE/jUlEp5TDVPg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-7896338403593101397</id><published>2007-11-05T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I updated my last entry. Nothing much happened though. Last wednesday went to remove two teeth, one wisdom tooth and one molar tooth. These two teeth has been causing me terrible pain for weeks already. There is one more to be removed soon. *sob* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that our result would come back this soon, received an email from Ms Sharon that we might be getting our result slip anytime of the upcoming week. The convo will be on 2 February 2008, Nikko Hotel. After getting the email, I called up the college and got to know that I got second lower class for my degree. Well... better than I expected cuz I was worrying that I might fail badly. For now.. *phew* But then there are 2 person who got first class in my batch. I was pretty unhappy. Not that I'm jealous or anything but then those ppl don't earn it by hardwork but outsourcing. Too bad I don't have real prove to show that they did that but then the truth lies beneath their skin. Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to get a new iPod soon and a new camera! Whee :D I had a pretty hard time deciding between iPod nano/class/touch. I guess eventually i might be getting the nano? We'll see. And now I'm thinking about the camera. I'm pretty in love with the Canon Powershot S5 IS and the Nikon D40 &amp; D40X. But then in terms of budget, I would go for the Powershot S5 IS. If only I have more money... I will go for the D40X . One thing I don't really like about the Powershot is the battery issue. 4 AA batteries. But then I guess I can live with that. As for the D40, the price is around RM 2088. Pretty tempting too T_T But the Powershot is good enough for me I think... around RM1699. Have to think about the addition charges for rechargeable battery and the SD card. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzAaU2IiIqI/AAAAAAAAACY/4okRXtdwMFA/s1600-h/32441341-2-300-camera%2Bon-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzAaU2IiIqI/AAAAAAAAACY/4okRXtdwMFA/s320/32441341-2-300-camera%2Bon-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129628921006006946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon Powershot S5 IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzAauGIiIrI/AAAAAAAAACg/KvI2J_dHFeY/s1600-h/32156779-2-300-camera%2Bon-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzAauGIiIrI/AAAAAAAAACg/KvI2J_dHFeY/s320/32156779-2-300-camera%2Bon-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129629354797703858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon D40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any suggestion of better cameras for the budget less than 2K? *sigh* I can't be borrowing from others all the time so it's time to own one myself. Muahaha. Have to owe the mum for this, I'll pay you back after I start working :D Or would you be kind enough to buy for me as a graduation gift? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Going to see Lee Hom this friday. Pretty not looking forward to b/c of some ppl. *sigh* Win. Have fun in Taiwan ya? I'm so excited for u. If i really have the cash to go Taiwan I would tag along and forget about Lee Hom. Have tons of fun dear. I will miss you while you're gone. No one to chat *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7896338403593101397?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7896338403593101397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7896338403593101397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7896338403593101397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7896338403593101397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RzAaU2IiIqI/AAAAAAAAACY/4okRXtdwMFA/s72-c/32441341-2-300-camera%2Bon-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-6327323716270681408</id><published>2007-10-19T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:43.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm.. Donuts...</title><content type='html'>Went to the Pavilion with mum today. Originally only meant to go Low Yat Plaza to get some DVDs for my cousin bro, then thought about going there and have a look. Bought a dozen of donuts there. Pretty good I would say. Better than Dunkin Donuts. The shop is called "J-Co Donuts &amp; Coffee", on the 1st floor of the Pavilion if i didn't remember wrongly. But the shop itself it's very noticeable cuz only this shop has got very long queue. I waited for about 10 minutes or so only my turn. They've got a lot of different flavors- Green Tea, Strawberry, Mocha, Peanut, Cheese, Tiramisu, and so on. All looks very yum. The pic below is what I bought. The price is not bad too. 2 dozen of donuts for RM35. (Honestly I didn't take any good pics lately, I guess I just want to eat instead of taking pics here and there :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjAcARjh2I/AAAAAAAAABs/wHRnZmi4AEM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjAcARjh2I/AAAAAAAAABs/wHRnZmi4AEM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123056163476440930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this from the point I queue for the donuts. Horrible  = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjA3QRjh3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_y0krY_Y4ss/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjA3QRjh3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_y0krY_Y4ss/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123056631627876210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavilion is pretty big actually,bigger than the new MV aka the Gardens- filled with branded shops, Parkson Grand. It feels very different than KLCC, MV, 1U. Like pic below, the escalator looks different, it gives me a feel like the design of Singapore/HK shopping malls? Probably it's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjFSQRjh4I/AAAAAAAAACE/jTkLGw5AO7I/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjFSQRjh4I/AAAAAAAAACE/jTkLGw5AO7I/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123061493530855298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing that I don't like is that it's kinda far. Although I'm not like a crazy shopper or anything, I actually quite enjoy walking around in this big mall than any other shopping mall that i've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, post something that i've snap when i've got nothing else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjHUQRjh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-p2thOGXSQY/s1600-h/bored1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjHUQRjh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-p2thOGXSQY/s320/bored1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063726913849250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-6327323716270681408?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/6327323716270681408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=6327323716270681408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6327323716270681408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/6327323716270681408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/10/mmmm-donuts.html' title='Mmmm.. Donuts...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxjAcARjh2I/AAAAAAAAABs/wHRnZmi4AEM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-9065285194432657268</id><published>2007-10-17T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:43.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without the Internet is absolutely boring...</title><content type='html'>Since 2nd of October til today, I was living my life without the internet. And it was killing me... badly. My life was totally stuck with the television, watching all sorts of shows with my mum. Haha. Nothing much to update lately. But right now i'm pretty excited cuz i'm using my cousin bro's 24 inch iMac updating my blog. Tee-hee. I love this thing so much that I wish it's mine. *sob* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad couldn't wait til Leopard is out cuz I'll be going back to Cameron Highlands next Thursday for my nephew's one month old celebration. 24 inch... Goodness. My Powerbook macam so tiny now. I guess even in the future if I really want to get one for myself, 20 inch will be good enough. 24 inch is a little too big for my room. When I look at my Powerbook now it feels so bad. Of course both are different but looking at the brightness of this brand new iMac and the powerbook it's like... the max of my powerbook is not even as bright as the lowest for this iMac. wtf o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl would be wondering why I'm still at home. Honestly, I do feel like working but in a way I really don't. Since now I got my connection back, what I want to do is that I really hope to build up some skills that I don't have like brushing up my photoshop skills and so. *sigh* I'm kinda worried about what I'll be doing later. Actually I'm just looking forward to Christmas. And that's like almost 2 months away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it for now. Nothing much to write about. I love iMac. Darn. The screen is g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where got keyboard so slim one? i love this thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxXZnQRjh0I/AAAAAAAAABc/ugG4evNFWPg/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxXZnQRjh0I/AAAAAAAAABc/ugG4evNFWPg/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122239419610531650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh look at this beautiful thing. too bad.. it's not mine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxXZ6gRjh1I/AAAAAAAAABk/IELjxp0rzWI/s1600-h/iMac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxXZ6gRjh1I/AAAAAAAAABk/IELjxp0rzWI/s320/iMac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122239750323013458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-9065285194432657268?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/9065285194432657268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=9065285194432657268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/9065285194432657268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/9065285194432657268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-without-internet-is-absolutely.html' title='Life without the Internet is absolutely boring...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/RxXZnQRjh0I/AAAAAAAAABc/ugG4evNFWPg/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-7167173061056264109</id><published>2007-09-29T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:29:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week full of sickness =/</title><content type='html'>I guess after the course ended and the pressure started to fade away and there came germs knocking on my door. "Time to get sick dude" Honestly I've not been sick for quite some time now. Thank goodness I didn't fall sick for the past few months while rushing for all the assignments. This time my sick was quite serious. As I normally don't fall sick easily and when I do it's normally very serious. The last time that I was in this kind of condition was during my A-levels time and it's really terrible til I cannot get up from bed and i can't speak at all when my friend called =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to apologise to Win for the too simple dinner on Monday night. Very wrong time for me to fall sick. Joshua and my original plan for u were kinda ruined. Sorry dear. Actually we did not plan to bring u to Japanese restaurant. Coincidently all 3 of us were sick in the same time so no choice but to eat something "healthier" lol. I'll make it up to you I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i think I get use to blogging in chinese for the past few months and right now blogging back in English feels so damn weird  = = Since there's nothing much to update recently, that's why no new post to post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life depends on TV heavily ever since the course ended. Sounded like a useless person huh? I wish I have the money to travel. I'm dying to travel actually T_T I'm wondering what kind of job should I apply for later. In a way I just feel so worried that I can't do anything cuz I really can't = = I need some career advice. Someone tell me what should I do? T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-7167173061056264109?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/7167173061056264109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=7167173061056264109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7167173061056264109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/7167173061056264109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-full-of-sickness.html' title='A week full of sickness =/'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-3655122962873359719</id><published>2007-09-18T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:43.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyoza Day</title><content type='html'>Ever since last Friday, I think my appetite has gone better. And since I've not been really making anything lately, I've decided to make Gyoza aka Dumplings. Haha. I guess in the future if I can't find a job or something I might end up doing this. Haha. Maybe not la. I'm not such a good cook and the thing I cook only acceptable by myself. Anyway.. Here's how I make Gyoza. A little different than how others usually made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ru_Fj7vGmRI/AAAAAAAAABM/i75x29msk9s/s1600-h/gyoza+process.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ru_Fj7vGmRI/AAAAAAAAABM/i75x29msk9s/s320/gyoza+process.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111521323210152210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gyoza's stuffing: Prawns, Minced meat, leek, mushrooms, ginger juice, sesame oil. etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flour dough ingredient: high-protein flour, a little of corn flour, mixture of hot and cold water.&lt;br /&gt;3. After finished making the dough, let it rest for roughly 30 mins.. then use the rolling pin to make it like what is shown in the pic,&lt;br /&gt;4. Then just wrapped up the stuffing with the flour dough that had been made in step 3,&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish wrapping everything,&lt;br /&gt;6. Boil some hot water, when the water is boiling, add in some vinegar(to prevent it from sticking to the pan i think, lol) Then put in the gyoza, wait til all the gyoza floats up&lt;br /&gt;7. Heat up a frying pan with a little oil, and just let the gyoza fried til the base is golden brown.. 8. and there you have it... Gyoza ready to serve :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally how those people make it is like after wrapping it all up, they just straightaway put it into the pan to fried and adding in water til the base is golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. I'm gonna be fat in no time  =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-3655122962873359719?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/3655122962873359719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=3655122962873359719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3655122962873359719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/3655122962873359719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/09/gyoza-day.html' title='Gyoza Day'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ru_Fj7vGmRI/AAAAAAAAABM/i75x29msk9s/s72-c/gyoza+process.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-8525278981617705643</id><published>2007-09-17T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:45.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park Asia Tour--- Not including malaysia yet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ru5zobvGmOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vMgsjcdYf3o/s1600-h/linkinpark5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ru5zobvGmOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vMgsjcdYf3o/s320/linkinpark5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111149765589375202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for news for the Malaysia tour. Where is malaysia?  Almost everywhere in south east Asia are listed but not Malaysia? Noooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went for a concert was during March for Lee Hom's Heroes of Earth concert. The last western band/artist concert I went was Fort Minor's.  This time if they ever announce to play in Malaysia in November, I'm gonna buy the most front ticket for sure. Not like 4 years ago, when I wasn't even a fan back then. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. here's the latest schedule for Asia Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/11-                      Thailand, Bangkok-&lt;/span&gt;Aktive Square&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13/11-                      Singapore- &lt;/span&gt;Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/11-                      Taiwan, Taipei-&lt;/span&gt;Taipei County Stadium&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18/11-                      China, Shanghai-&lt;/span&gt; Hong Kou Stadium&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20/11-                    Hong Kong-&lt;/span&gt; Asia World Arena&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23/11&amp;amp; 24/11 -      Japan, Saitama-Shi-&lt;/span&gt;Saitama Super Arena Chou-ku&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26/11-                     Japan,  Nagoya-&lt;/span&gt;Nippon Gaisha Hall (Rainbow Hall) Minami-ku&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27/11-                     Japan, Osaka-&lt;/span&gt;Prefectural Gymnasium Naniwa&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30/11-                    Korea, Seoul-&lt;/span&gt;  Olympic Stadium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-8525278981617705643?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/8525278981617705643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=8525278981617705643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8525278981617705643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8525278981617705643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/09/linkin-park-asia-tour-not-including.html' title='Linkin Park Asia Tour--- Not including malaysia yet..'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ru5zobvGmOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vMgsjcdYf3o/s72-c/linkinpark5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-610099594019759606</id><published>2007-09-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah~ I'm glad that it's all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv0I7vGmJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sV91RxNUN6c/s1600-h/strawberryshortcake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv0I7vGmJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sV91RxNUN6c/s320/strawberryshortcake.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110446636493346962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally escaped from that place of torture and hatred. I guess I really hate that college THAT MUCH huh. Went to hangout with Win in 1u yesterday. Honestly I haven't been feeling so happy and so relaxed for quite some time now. Actually I feel quite weird without those pressure I had. Don't get me wrong, I don't like pressure. But I think I got used to it so much for the past few weeks. Whatever it is.. I love the smell of freedom air. It felt sooooo good. Having sushi and strawberry short cake made the evening perfect. I love the bakerzin's strawberry shortcake so so much. It's gonna be my most favorite cake til I found a better cake than this. *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I do want to forget about the past that I had so desperately but then I guess it's not easy huh? I think I've learned a lot from this place about people and work. The only great thing that I've earned from this college is friendship. If it wasn't for the both of them, I guess my life in KDU would be very much worse than what I had. You guys really brighten up my life in KDU and I do hope that our friendship will continue til we are old and we are still able to hangout in Starbucks, Nando's.. wherever :) Thanks Win &amp;amp; Joshua, you guys have been so great to me. Friendship forever and this post is dedicated to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv6grvGmMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DhXWGFo_i84/s1600-h/joshua%26me.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv6grvGmMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DhXWGFo_i84/s320/joshua%26me.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110453641585006786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv6p7vGmNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/inhTCPBAQoA/s1600-h/win%26me.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv6p7vGmNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/inhTCPBAQoA/s320/win%26me.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110453800498796754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I look like a moose in the first pic =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-610099594019759606?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/610099594019759606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=610099594019759606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/610099594019759606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/610099594019759606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-im-glad-that-its-all-over.html' title='Ah~ I&apos;m glad that it&apos;s all over'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdfubQojKw/Ruv0I7vGmJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sV91RxNUN6c/s72-c/strawberryshortcake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180028060606630595.post-8121075376505887256</id><published>2007-09-13T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:58:40.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything supposed to end today</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I was thinking to submit the final report and call it a wrap and stop all my "relationship" with KDU. But No... Originally I was planning to fail one subject called Advanced Interactive Multimedia cuz I really don't have time and spirit to finish all up. But then when I met Mr. Julian today, he just said do whatever I can. Owh well, what I've done is just so lame. I'm not even sure if he's gonna give me marks. Who cares... I'm gonna pass up tmr morning around 8-ish. Yep. The deadline is 9 am. Honestly the assignment had due long time ago but he's kind enough to extend the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. It's over. *whee* I shall not think about result for the next three months. I did what I can. So.. yep.. time to start thinking of what I want to do now and for the upcoming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back fixing this blog later. I need to keep my eyes off the screen for two days or so. I realised my eyes have been pretty damage after studying in this course =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-8121075376505887256?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/8121075376505887256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=8121075376505887256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8121075376505887256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/8121075376505887256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-supposed-to-end-today.html' title='Everything supposed to end today'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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-7180028060606630595.post-2483162322118986836</id><published>2007-09-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:33:35.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog, new beginning</title><content type='html'>I guess I've got kinda sick of the past that I had in a place called KDU. The reason why I decided to have a new blog is to forget about whatever that had happened there. Just let those unhappy memories bury together with that old blog. Going to refine the layout soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to another chapter of my life. We'll see what is going to happen in the upcoming days. *cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180028060606630595-2483162322118986836?l=life-so-changed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/feeds/2483162322118986836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180028060606630595&amp;postID=2483162322118986836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2483162322118986836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180028060606630595/posts/default/2483162322118986836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-so-changed.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blog-new-beginning.html' title='New blog, new beginning'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656671061665052824</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></feed>
