<?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-4922701570562151312</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:15:35.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3ve's Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-9059965747801644726</id><published>2010-09-02T08:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:42:02.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/TH77DZ5AG9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NVCNqakoV4Q/s1600/Pictures+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's official, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lost ALL my readers of this blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OKok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sory&lt;/span&gt;!! Blame it on the busy schedule that i have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, brief update, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; finish my last test! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HOoo&lt;/span&gt;...next test is about 3 weeks from now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dogathon&lt;/span&gt; has finally ended!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;....we are int he Malaysian Book of Records for the largest gathering of dogs, our record? ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN (1111) with registered owner of EIGHT HUNDRED EIGHTY EIGHT (888) and it's on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August 2010, so i think this is the most '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;huat&lt;/span&gt;' number ever!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;....thank you to all those who came with their dogs to support us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ANyways&lt;/span&gt;, back to the topic, why blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;? Blue is my favourite colour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, but i really hope that it is good news for me. But unfortunately, it's not. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;recieved&lt;/span&gt; a call during Sunday worship and was quite annoyed at first, I keep cancelling the call and finally, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; came. It made my heart sunk. God seemed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; called home my beloved Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Ginger? Those that reads my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; shout out would probably heard of the name. Ginger is this adorable horse (not donkey!) that i took care of for some time in the zoo. He has been there for quite some time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;al'd&lt;/span&gt;, but there was someone else taking care of him then and no 'spark' was generated then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;btwn&lt;/span&gt; him and I, so it was not love at first sight. Not only after his caretaker left that i took up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;responsiblity&lt;/span&gt; to care for him. Gradually i fell in love with this adorable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'm in the zoo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; groom him, sit with him as he eats, bring him on occasional walks, bath him on alternate days and fed him treats. Soon, he start to recognize me and would response when i call his name. And would do that thing with his muzzle when i walk to his stall. Ginger is not a very 'friendly' horse, he only response to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; that he knows, often avoiding curious hands of unfamiliar customers of the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512118566896662386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/TH76odO193I/AAAAAAAAAGY/btq-oJnRXL4/s320/11062009917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last year, while sunning Ginger after his bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, he hates people lifting up his leg. Quite unusual in horses as long as you do it properly. I have no problems with the 2 other larger more hostile ponies, but though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; closest to Ginger than the other two, he often refused to let me clean his hoof. A year ago, my only achievement is to carry up ONE of his forelimbs to clean it. This only happened during the last day of my duty in the zoo..maybe he knew it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...but it was not after tremendous struggles including splashing of water and soap all over my uniform. (I usually try during bathing time.) And then i came back after a year, i tried more frequently and finally, he let me clean both his front hoof with lesser struggle. And i noticed, not that he doesnt like his hoof being cleaned, but he has trouble standing on only three legs. (Maybe he's too short? Oh ya, he's a Fallabella, world's amllest horse breed.) And only with much coaxing and assuring that i will support him, he begin to allow it. (But he refused the back leg AT ALL, i think he still needs to trust me more). The last day i worked there, i left with a heavy heart, i gave him his last bath, hugged him and whispered to him while stuffing him with special treats i bought for this farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512115914411003842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/TH74OD8-z8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NM5hom2OlC0/s400/260620102086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last photo with Ginger after his farewell bath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i sensed it, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know it was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; the last farewell. I was going back to see him within a week's time. But he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; wait for me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get a chance to earn his trust to let me clean his back legs too. Maybe God is being good to me so i dun need to see him go in my arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ginger, i hope that you know u hav at least one person left on earth here that misses u though i know people from the zoo would miss you too. Thank u for all the joy you have brought into my life here in the zoo. Hope that you are in a better place now and I'll see you one day in heaven ya! Make sure you let me clean ALL your hooves then! Love u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-9059965747801644726?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/9059965747801644726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=9059965747801644726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/9059965747801644726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/9059965747801644726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-sunday.html' title='Blue Sunday'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/TH76odO193I/AAAAAAAAAGY/btq-oJnRXL4/s72-c/11062009917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-7188494550098505247</id><published>2010-04-16T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:37:21.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High and dry</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, seems like i've lost all of my fans!! Hahaha....everyone is on facebook al'd, who needs blogging nowadays correct or not? Hahaha...anyways, i do as i wish, i think it's interesting still to write things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm into my fourth paper for my finals, just finished my third paper a few hours ago...it was a relief, it was the bacteriology paper...and i slept only bout 3 hours i think, so i'm a bit high now...running on adrenaline, then i went and see this Malaysian Book of Record personnal at Jalan Loke Yew...(story later) and now i'm sitting here at pyramid waiting for someone someone while typing my blog which no one reads anyways!! Hahahah....oh, did i tell you that i'm having church practice somemore later? Hahaha...i'm so goign to die tonite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you all know, Dogathon s drawing nearer and nearer...i'm a bit nervous to be totally honest...sigh! So, we were thinking of inviting Malaysian Book of Records to come actually, hoping to attempt to break the largest gathering of dogs...which currently is bout 600 dogs, record held by Dogathon 2008. So, do you think Dogathon 2010 can do it? We might be aiming something so high, that all i can do is to pray we dun fall flat on our faces later!! Will post the final decisions out soon...but till then!! PLEASE PLEASE come and support me!!!! (actually i wan your dogs only....hahahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to something more serious, unexpectantly, someone from my past called me that day. Let's jus say i didnt hear from this person for about 6 years al'd...it's such a surprise that i didnt know wat to do. Hahaha...to put it simply, i tot that i would not take this person's call casual, i tot i will probably feel the thorn pricking inside again. well, guess wat? i felt nothing at all...i mean i felt like i'm talking to a normal fren...and i myself was surprise. I really thank God for it, then i realise God is really really good, becoz last time i've given Him this hurt in my heart and obviously, He has so gently healed my scars that i didnt even notice they were gone. Praise God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we get hurt so badly, it seems like we can never ever return to normal again. It seems like the world has turn their back on you and everything seems so dark. It's hard to even imagine a day where you will be able to smile again, but guess what? God can see it, though we can't, He doesnt ask us not to cry, but He wipes it away. Jesus has had the world turn their backs on Him, he went into the darkest end of the world, so that we might find the light. I shall not deny it, it's hard, it's never ever going to be easy, but isnt it so much better that you know Jesus is there? He knows each and every one of His sheep, He calls them by name, He knows every tear that flows. Call on the One who knows and the One who understands. We have an Awesome God. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-7188494550098505247?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/7188494550098505247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=7188494550098505247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7188494550098505247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7188494550098505247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2010/04/high-and-dry.html' title='High and dry'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-7439938404060090689</id><published>2010-04-06T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:01:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom is not wat it used to be</title><content type='html'>Well...ya, boredom is not wt it used to be anymore, don't you think? Just take a moment and think of the instances which you would use the word 'boring'. Well? different ppl will tell me different circumstances where they will say the word boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we use to be younger, no astro, no psp, no internet and no computer games? I sit at home half of the day after class with my babysitter and well, i have nth to do and i say "boring" some goes when there is a repeated cartoon series on the tv, i say boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fast forward to this time and age where i can drive my car anywhere i want (almost anywhere), i can take out my personal laptop and connect to thousands of things to do which i dun have my half a day free time any longer as my classes normally ends at 5pm...but still, i sigh:"boring"...WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word has been uttered countless times and soon i found that the meaning has change, it doesnt mean i have nothing to do now, but to contrary, it means the opposite...that i have SO SO SO MANY things to now...well, problem is, i just dun wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see...it does grows with us...and i hav a feeling tat THIS current meaning is going to stay wit me for a long long long time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-7439938404060090689?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/7439938404060090689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=7439938404060090689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7439938404060090689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7439938404060090689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2010/04/boredom-is-not-wat-it-used-to-be.html' title='Boredom is not wat it used to be'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-7618774709393077069</id><published>2010-04-05T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:17:51.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing still on?</title><content type='html'>Hello? Anyone there? Coz i tot Blogging was like the most Outdated thing ever nowadays? Hahaha...(excuse for not writing for so long) well...i've decided to FINALLY brush the virtual dust away from my blog and maybe start writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the dawn of FACEBOOK, there has been no need for ppl to actually blog about their day, they just face-book it, or facebooking as my frens would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been almost 2 years since my last update, i'm ashamed to say so! I was reading back my ''latest'' blog entry and i realized how long ago was tat!! I am currently in my second year in Vet School...(yes, i survived this long) finishing actually, next week is my finals and i'll be a third year student al;'d...ah...time flies! And i was talking bout Dogathon...looks like i didnt keep my promise of uploading the pics! Sorry! Guess wat? I'm the Co-Director for Dogathon 2010...in my wildest dreams then i would not believe it myself! Nice looking back how i felt then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i still 'not really' got use to staying in uni, i'm often found at home and seizes every chance to BE at home. Hahahaa...i made it through the terrible biochem, but just to discover there was more nightmares to come...including ruminant production, genetics and now i have more and more....I really thank God for blessing me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually i wanted to talk bout some thoughts i had today, i was sitting at a cafe with kh and we were having dinner, out of the corner of my eye, i spotted another table near us where a girl and two guys were seated. Well, normal young ppl having a bite...then there was this girl who was...lets just say wearing shorts that was a wee bit short (cant think of other better description)...and lets just say she was not as thin as ppl would expect someone to wear such short shorts (again, cant find better words), she was walking from her table to the counter to pay her bill and my caught sight that the girl from another table was looking at her....and then she smirked and turned to both the guys and which i assumed whispered to them about the girl, cause soon after that, two of the guys turned to catch a glance at the girl in the shorts. then they heatedly whispered and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be really honest, i'm not the person tat is most 'pure' in thoughts. When i first looked at the girl, i was also wondering about the loose fats at her thigh, thus not to say wat, but it was a bit to 'bouncy' not to notice. I mean...some of you might think, "tat's terrible, we shudnt laugh at ppl like tat" or maybe you are supporting the other end that think "goodness! y would she wear something like tat?!" but mostly i think the first thing tat comes into mind is a more criticism and more judgemental thought rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me realise one thing about the group on the other table, tat i feel tat they are cruel and i feel guilty becoz that's how we were sometimes...so different when you are looking on the outside. Try putting urself in different shoes...the girl at the table, the guys at the table, the girl in the shorts, and me, a girl watching, having a simple meal...yet, watever running through her thoughts arent as simple...as she learnt a valuable lesson tat day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-7618774709393077069?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/7618774709393077069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=7618774709393077069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7618774709393077069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7618774709393077069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-thing-still-on.html' title='Is this thing still on?'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-5340944465623959776</id><published>2008-08-31T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:01:18.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U wont BELIEVE wat we do!</title><content type='html'>Heyo...so long never write anything al'd. Hehehe...been busy busy busy...hardly anytime for rest since test and test and more tests are coming my way. but so far...i'm doing ok. Classes are very free...(only 12 credit) But dun know why always so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this blog is kinda long...so jus take it as a summary of my last few weeks! Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. ya. Dogathon was like 3 weeks ago. Hahaha...how was it? It was great. I al'd love it before it even began! Hehehe...i've never been to Dogathon before i was involved in it. So it was kinda cool for me. When the doggies start pouring out...it was darn fun! Hehehe...everywhere u see, u see an extra ordinary dog...and guess wat? Hehehe...even my favourite babies came. Hehehe...Cuddles sure enjoyed himself. Cant stand still..snifing, watching, hearing every single detail. The other baby is of course Pooka la...(wat u thinking huh?) Hehehe...though she is not a dog and she jus sleep in her pouch the whole day. Hehehe...Ken Heng, his sis, sis' bf and Desmond came to support me and they oso waited for me to finish up so tat i can go home wit them. Thank you so so much!! I snapped quite a few photos with dogs and all...but unfortunately, i havent load it up yet...hmm...okok, promise to load it up here asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually i didnt want to talk bout dogathon. But share some of the experience i have becoming a trainee vet. Hehehe...not everything was fun and games u know. And during my first visit to the farm. Something terrible happened and it really make me feel like jumping off the roof. It really really bothered me then but now i've gotten over it la...so, we were having practical for animal agriculture and was required to go to the farm to learn animal restraining. We have been practicing our knots and tying skills throughout the whole week. And my group was assigned to the sheep pen. There was numerous sheep around and my ecturer asked us to choose a sheep and restain it. At first, it was kinda hard and we were quite scared. I was quite daring, jus jump in and tried to restrain the poor fella. (they are quite intelligent) but soon enuf, we were all used to it. Then we are suppose to partner up and tie a sheep to the pole. So me and one of my guy clasmates teamed up. He chose the 'leader' of the pack. Which means, he is bigger and stronger and more aggresive. I asked him why, he said so tat he could feel more "achieved". I have no comments, he held it, i tied it and it was a success. Until the sheep suddenly freak and jerk forward. As it did, u know wat happens...the rope tightens itself on it's neck and it was strangling itself. We sprang into action and i tried to undo the knot. But unfortunately, the thick wool of the sheep untangled it and it was kinda stuck. The sheep was making deep wheezing sounds while i desperately try to undo the rope. My fren asked for something to cut it. But no one came to the rescue. After wat seems to be a lifetime, when the lecturer wanted to arrive, i al'd untied it. The sheep quickly jumped up and ran towards it's pack. Safe and sound. Pheww....tat really leaved a deep mark in my heart. But it was a lesson i will forever remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240366625459369346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SLmFrmNRdYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xK0TzmDv_yg/s400/Course+Night+1+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~Eric Cheah, compliance with Eve in sheep strangling operation~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, i went and learn how to restrain a cow by one rope, some techniques and only one person. Thus we went to the goat side and milk them (not a very easy task, but i 'milked' it...hehehe...hav to be gentle u know!! Muahahaha), carry kids and feed them wit milk bottles. They are so adorable. My pic is with someone, i'll get it soon. They are so happy to see you, they call out for u and wage their tails. Jus like dogs...but they do chew on ur pants when you are carrying other kids. Absolutely adorable! The not-so-good thing is tat we have to clean, scoop, wash the fecal and urine. in layman's term, shit and pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken coup was quite fun too. But our first task is to "shovel" out the SHIT and URINE. It smelled OKAY before we started, but when we start shovelling, the smell of ammonia welled up from the not-so-dry part underneath the mountain. (Arent i glad i have sinus sometimes...) Then we cleared the drain near to the coup which was i suspect never cleared before. Bcoz GRASS was growin in it. We didnt even notice there was a drain. When we were 'cangkul-ing' the grass out, we found many many countless earth worms...now we know why grass flourished in it. But at the same time we were given the chance to vaccinate the chicks. I expect the chicks to be cuter but bcoz they are broilers...(rear for meat...u know...KFC) they grow fast, even at a week old, they dun look VERY cute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last few weeks...i've been going down to the farm and doing something...u wont believe wat. I oso dun believe i hav to do it oso...to PLANT GRASS. Yes yes...we plant grass...to make it sound nicer, we plant pastures. Last few weeks i spent looking at grass...i cant even differentiate them let alone remember their scientific name . They all look the same....hahaha!! We hav to stand under the scorching sun and basically LOOK at them while my lecturer blabbers on and on and on...( i honestly thinks tat he LOVES grass). And yes, we cut the grass from outside the compound, (nearly falling into the river), cut the leaf part for the cattles, and replant the root part in the pasture. Next week come back again, fertilize them, take samples, calculate it's ratio etc etc...yes, tat is wat we do. All these WITHOUT GLOVES. They never warn us till it was too late. Our hands are literally COVERED in tiny almost invisible thorns. U know those u get bcoz of lalang. No joke, it HURTS! And nearly impossible to take out. Phew!! One more week of grass month. ALL THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course...not tat bad la...we get to ride on trucks and best of all...free Rambutans and Starfruits! Hehehehe....y? Becoz it's a ladang la...as my lecturer said now u know why our overalls hav so many pockets...good for loading rambutans! Hehehe...we do pluck the ripe rambutan and starfruit. So,e even climb the trees...as for me...i shake the branches and my frenc catches the falling star-fruits. Hehehe...yummy. I hav one in my fridge now. Muahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA!!! How could i FORGET? HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-5340944465623959776?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/5340944465623959776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=5340944465623959776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/5340944465623959776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/5340944465623959776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/08/u-wont-believe-wat-we-do.html' title='U wont BELIEVE wat we do!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SLmFrmNRdYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xK0TzmDv_yg/s72-c/Course+Night+1+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-2848247710053438463</id><published>2008-07-14T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:11:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up...</title><content type='html'>Hey ya...I've just started my new semester for 1 week...and it's like waking up from a deep. comfortable sleep. U dun wan to...yet u r pulled by the gravity of things not done. Cant say tat it was terrible and horrible. (Though somehow close to tat) I had some enjoyable times oso...but u cant imagine there is so MANY things to do in a simple week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the first class-introductory to the veterinary profession...i'm bombarded with so many facts bout being vet, i'm starting to doubt myself. Seeing and hearing frightful stories from seniors...and now i know why ppl drop off from this course even if they are all the way in the fourth year. It seems like things start to tumble themselves upon me and i'm suffocating beneath the rubbles. I've got the dogathon thing going on...in charge of the fun fair games and i have tonnes of materials i havent even begin to decorate...and the thing is on 10th august...less than a week. And during that time i might be nearing my first test al'd...which means i need to study on top of all the hectic. Biochem...one of my suckiest subject...first lab, the lecturer threw us two lab papers...mumble somthign and ask us to present the paper by the end of the class and walked out...i cant even rememebr all the formula...and chem students...i dun know bout u...but i hate calculating molar and moles and concentrations etc etc. And i'm taking animal agriculture...a lecturer who's teaching method is...if u dun write as fast as i speak, then too bad for u. Do ur own research. SWEAT. Not to mention seniors plundering on us, organizing a course nite which juniors hav to perform...a bunch of junior tat hardly knew each other need to work together in one week to come out with an incredicle performance among our busy schedule. GREAT. Not to mention tat we are asked to do stupid task by seniors...ragging they call it. I'm so tempted to jus ignore them...i hav to find the testicle size of 10 animals...cat, dog, sheep, cattle, tiger, lion, bird, camel, cheetah and another watever it is. And i hav to sing a tamil song on the course nite...ya, i'm taking bahasa tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...no time al'd...gotta get back to uni. See you next time...if i survive tat is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-2848247710053438463?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2848247710053438463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=2848247710053438463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/2848247710053438463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/2848247710053438463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/07/waking-up.html' title='Waking Up...'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-3883098163319001908</id><published>2008-07-04T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:27:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News Bad News</title><content type='html'>Ello...hehehe...i know wat u r thinking, "Wah...this girl a...holidays for so long never update blog oso...ish ish...but exam time darn semangat pulak!" YA....it's a mystery i myself cant solve. I realize i didnt update my blog since i went elaine &amp;amp; teoh's house to help out wit the door gifts for their wedding...and now...i'm a few more days away from going back to my campus...(T_T) sob sob...and teoh and elaine has al'd been married! Ahhhhh...like wat i told my fren when she asked how was my holidays..."Kinda like money...never enuf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okok, back to main topic. Good news and bad news...i'm sure a lot of u hav come across this...there's always a good thing and bad thing. And we always need to choose whether to hear the good or the bad one first. I'm a "sien fu hau tim" kinda person (translation: first bitter then sweet) so normally i would choose the bad news first but life, as we all know is full of twist and turns...and God decided to give me the reverse today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THE GOOD NEWS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today i was invited by a 'certain' guy to hav dinner. (okok...u ALL know who tat is) I havent been giving him enuf compliments for all the things he has done for me...therefore this blog is dedicated to him. I have been too shy to write about him in my blogs but tonite, i feel like showing him off...hahaha! (If u r reading this, dun feel TOO proud ok? but i do hope u enjoy this...my lil gesture of thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He asked my out yesterday...and if u think i was thrill and giggling like a school girl...u r so wrong. I didnt think of it as anything special as we go out for dinner all the time after work...so it was normal. He was working till bout 5pm...and i was lazing as home. I didnt even think to dress up...until he sms me to ask me to. So, ok, i tot: "I'm going back to my (no life) uni life soon and i wont be seeing him much...and i knew he wanted to celebrate my last semester results..." (all As...yea!) therefore i promise i will look good for the dinner later...that's when i fell asleep...it was bout 3pm and wanted to wake up at bout 4.30pm to hav a QUICK dress up b4 driving to pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti...ti...ti...TI!! My alarm rang and sadly i'm a fan of the snooze button. And the second time i was conscious it was al'd near 5pm! I sprang out from bed, had a quick bath and chose my dress...but every girl knows tat is the hardest part...luckily u sms and said u will by working half an hour later. The dress i had in thought doesnt look the same the last time i put it on...let's jus say i'm feeling like spongebob while i wanna look like a bit more like squidward. i was late and feeling terrible...so, i read the bible. Strangely it was on the passage of not being worried bout things...and the last words were "dun be anxious bout anything, but pray for everything." So i dropped all worries, quickly gather myself and walk out the door, confidently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, we met up at TGIF's. Where i tot is the place tat he wanted to bring me...but it wasnt. Together, we chose to go Itallianics. And i'm 100% sure we didnt make the wrong choice. We were one of the first ones there....and was led to a window seat over looking the city lights. It was our first time there and didnt know tat the portions are HUGE! Luckily the waiter advice us from getting two main course. And it turned out great! The service was fantastic...(except for the guy who asked whether we want to refill our drink...and forgot to bring back the can). Anyways, for appetizer we ordered Calamari Caesar Salad...delicious treat! Main course to be Seafood Cillioni (Mussels, Clams, Squid, BIG prawns with green pepper, tomato sauce on fetuccine)...my mouth is watering now. Drinks we decided to spice things up wit a cup of house wine (and coke light to water us from chatting). And finally, dessert Cappucino Pie...(vanilla and chocolate ice cream, powdered with a crust of coffee power and crushed oreo cookie base with a hint of dark and white chocolate sauce.)...heavenly! Well, all in all, we had a great time, he was always the gentleman he was...eating all the things i dun and let me force him to eat things he dun like...(like vege and olives), letting me sit where i can get the best view, switching places with me when it was cold on my side, offered to dish me the food and immediately ordered warm water for me when i started to cough...not to mention giving me a few very nice compliments about my dressing...(suddenly Spongebob become beyond Squidward...!) We took pics...and i'm here to share it with u. To Eve, she HIGHLY recommend Itallianics. Oh ya, he met one of his frens from college doing practical there. Thank you very much for dinner...u r all and more than i could i ask for. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218852467052500466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0WqwnV1fI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y-_Y8EavuH4/s400/Itallianics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Calamari Caesar Salad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218852858921939506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0XBkcS8jI/AAAAAAAAADk/_YWDoMA4RAQ/s400/Itallianics+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~Seafood Cillioni~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218853621476249058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0Xt9LaTeI/AAAAAAAAADs/EtWpNLBBfVM/s400/Itallianics+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Smile! Salad's good for ya'...Two "So lou" agree~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218853630195357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0XudqNVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ryIjpsjbUxI/s400/Itallianics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;~Cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218853622283069298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0XuALxZ3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ADVOTRYnBPc/s400/Itallianics+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;~Do i really HAV to eat ALL the olives and red peppers?~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THE BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was happy and was kinda floatin in cloud 9...but it all ended when i reach home and back to my room. As usual, i would call out to Pooka! Hehehe...and i know she was in her pouch which was in her cage and i can see her peeking out to look at me. She was sleeping and i missed her so much i carried her out...to check her ears oso. And there it was, my 'bad news'. Her ears had a slight peeling of skin for the pass few days and i hav been treatin it wit care...applying baby oil and antiseptic...but today, i saw tat the tip came off from her ears..meaning tat she has chipped ears. And it looks like the whole dry part is coming out soon. She was loosing a small portion of her ears. My heart sank and all the warm feeling left me. But except tat, she was her normal self...all healthy. I checked fur, gliding membrane, eyes, wet nose, all four gripping claws and even he teeth and gums. ONLY the ears...naturally, i start to blame myself...maybe i wasnt feeding her right...or it was that day i bath her and didnt wash out the shampoo enuf...maybe she was lonely and depressed...i didnt spend enuf time with her...or maybe her pouch and cage is not clean enuf...or she was bitten by the ants...i was going bonkers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And was desperate. I consulted help from two of my glider expert frens...but they didnt reply me. So sad. And i cant find anythin on9...i felt so helpless, i called him. The moment he said hello, he knew something was wrong and my tears rolled. Luckily i had him for comfort. We prayed and we decided to bring her to Pet Shack tomolo during his lunch hour...hopefully things will turn out rite....suddenly the words from the bible came and i knew now wat those words meant. Not only is it for my dress...but it was for my Pooka...for those of u who share my concern for Pooka, there is two things u can help me do, 1st kindly inform me any info u got on this subject or 2ndly help pray for her. Thank u...btw, she is now curled up in my sweater sleeping after exploring it. My adored baby...SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218851143334212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0VdtYTtBI/AAAAAAAAADU/UJNH2v8STFM/s400/Pictures+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~My dear Pooka~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-3883098163319001908?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/3883098163319001908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=3883098163319001908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/3883098163319001908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/3883098163319001908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News Bad News'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SG0WqwnV1fI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y-_Y8EavuH4/s72-c/Itallianics+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-6721645454061255258</id><published>2008-05-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:29:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Dreams</title><content type='html'>Ya...my holidays are here. And wat is the time period i can say to myself to stay at home and rest? 1 week. Y? Becoz i CANT stand sitting at home without something to do. ARGGHHHH!! I jus cant imagine ppl who can sit at home for a few months! Wah...i salute u guys...! Sometimes i hope i can do that too...but i cant! Sad isn't it? I'v become a workaholic! AAAAHhhhhHhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i signed up to work again next week at sunway lagoon. Haha...but i kinda feel bad la...i cant go back everyday becoz i have my on commitments and some other things to do at home. I feel guilty for Javin (my supervisor) SORI!! I hope she is cool wit my irregular attendance i hope she understands...if cant means i hav to wait for my agent to give me more jobs!! Tina!! I need jobs....give me give me. When i exam u ask me to work...now i'm free as a bird u didnt even call me! Ish ish! Terbaliknya engkau!! U better call me this holidays if not, i cant work for u during my next semester al'd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to elaine's house yesterday...hehe, nice home. Ian and Elaine's love nest. Well, few of the girls were there to help out a lil for elaine's wedding. Well, i promised not to tell wat we were helping out of, so u need to find out urself. But I'm sure all of us were sleepy at the end of the session. Haha! I know i was....i slept at 9pm yesterday nite! But we did have good fellowship during tat time didnt we girls? Hehehe....secret secret ya! Kesian Teoh who hav to tolerate with all our giggling and chatting. Hahaha...but im happy for them though! Happy wedding u 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195813403411797538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBs8wwWS1iI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZiMEiI3pWw/s400/weddings28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhh....isnt it like every girl's dream to have a beautiful wedding wit the dream guy? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes fantasy cannot be reality and when reality calls, we jus make do wit wat we can. Even though tat's the case, u can never ever stop a girl from imaging her perfect wedding can u? *wink* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to me, it all boils down to this: When the music plays, and i walk though the door. With many eyes turned to stare, i shall fret a lil'. Making sure of my every step. Putting one foot sfter another, balancing my head dress and gripping my bouquet. How do u know? The music may not sound as romantic as it seems, the bouquet might not look as fresh as it did, i wonder how i look in my dress, and does my make up really did cover my blemishes...do i look like his dream bride? But as i look up, down the aisle, there he is waiting, beaming. i knew. Suddenly, all doubts are melted, it doesnt really matter anymore....becoz wat matters is i'm walking towards him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In conclusion...(ok ok...i might 'beautified' the situation) but wat i'm trying to say is, even though it might not be your dream wedding, dun worry...becoz your wedding cant only last one day but your groom will last u forever. So choose wisely. And if it really doesnt turn up the way u wanted it to be, jus remember who u r marrying. Cheers to all 'striving' couples! Dun give up yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-6721645454061255258?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6721645454061255258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=6721645454061255258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/6721645454061255258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/6721645454061255258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/05/her-dreams.html' title='Her Dreams'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBs8wwWS1iI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZiMEiI3pWw/s72-c/weddings28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-4118008295573267666</id><published>2008-04-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:48:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saddest Word</title><content type='html'>Ok ok...i'm here to warn u first, this is going to be a long one. (Okla...since i wrote two short ones al'd...hehehehe, let me write a long one la k!) Em...jus suddenly reminded me of an old story tat i hav read in a magazine long long time ago...but strangely, i have kept it in my heart. Becoz it could be one of the saddest stories i've ever heard...er, guys, this might be a bit too mushy so u all, but girls, i think u will agree wit me after u finish this story. Bear wit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is written in chinese. I'll try to translate into english as well as i can be. Here's how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do u need to do tat? I know tat mean old buly is always after me, pulling my hair and making fun of me. But why do u need to defend me by standing up against him? U know...u arent big sized urself and besides, i dun need ur protection, u r a year younger than me. I can take care of myself. Yet everytime, u will act strong and help me out. I was 14 and u were 13 then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We became good frens...we chatted and laughed together. We fuss over all the exams we were studying for and deciding which senior high school we will be going after our junior high. I was 15 then and u were 14.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then i left junior high and got accepted in the local girl's school. We bid each other farewell and yet didnt feel a least bit sad. But after school started we fell slightly apart, i didnt call as much...and in return, u were facing ur applications exams. We were...busy. But i always caught the sight of u since the route we take to schools intersects. Soon, everyday, i saw u at the bus stop, and i will ask u:" Wat are u doing here?" And u will slightly drop ur head and mumble:"Er...nth, jus coincidently passing through." I was 16 and u were 15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a year later, guys started going after me and i was glad wit the attention. And soon, i got a bf. I called u and told u the good news. U congratulated me and i talked bout how nice and good he is. U never complained listening to my bragging. By this time, u were al'd in senior high and teased u for going after the new high school girls...u shyly denied. I was 17 and u were 16.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The year i was about to graduate, my first heart break came. I broken up wit my bf. And i was depressed. U came over and comforted me. U listened to me cry and let me drenched ur shirt. U didnt say a word, u were jus there. I felt something more bout u...and decided to tell u bout it...but b4 i had the chance, u called me and said u got a girl...i swallowed my words and congratulated u. I was 18 and u were 17.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After graduating, my parents decided to send me to US. I let go of my feelings and went. I wished u all the best. She is a swell girl. U didnt wan to leave the country becoz u cant afford it. So u stayed and i left. I was 20 and u were 19.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I studied in a university in U.S while u were attending a local college. We often emailed and send letters. We even waste money on some long distance calls jus to catch up wit each other. U called one day and say she left. I stayed wit u as how u stayed wit me the last time. And u said u wanted to tell me u cared for me ever since a long time ago...i was surprised yet i forgot to tell u i met someone here al'd...u kept quiet a long time and brushed tat comment away. I was 22 and u were 21.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On and off we still keep in touch and we brought each other through the many heart breaks. But yet, i never told u how i feel by teling myself we were jus frens. We remained best frens and one day, i think i surprised u by telling u i'm getting married to my bf here in U.S. I was thrilled and u were happy for me. Yet, all i want most is to see u at my wedding. I asked of u, yet u sound hesitated. I sent tickets to my frens and family back home...including one for u. I was 26 and u were 25.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my wedding day, i was dressed up and feeling beautiful. Ppl congratulated me and i felt happy. I was even more happy when i see u walking through the door. U gave me a hug and told the groom wat a lucky man he was...i was definately glad u came. After the ceremony i search the crowd for u...yet i couldnt see u. Somehow i went walking around the church garden and strangely, i spotted u under the tree. I asked u :"Wat are u doing here?" Though the light was dim, i could see tears in ur eyes, u touched my cheek lightly and shyly said:"Er...nth, just coincidently passing through". As we hugged and cried. I knew, u knew, we realized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194322950975837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXxNAWS1hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eSIefFtml_w/s400/miss.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest word? &lt;em&gt;Too Late&lt;/em&gt;. If only the girl and the guy in this story realized earlier, things would be different. but then it as too late. When i recall this story, i always dread tat i would end up like tat. Losing the person tat i truly love. Isnt tat horrible? Life is such a funny thing sometime. As the chinese saying goes:"You yuan wu fen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse kind of miss is when u hav tat person sitting beside u and u know u cant be together wit that person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-4118008295573267666?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/4118008295573267666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=4118008295573267666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/4118008295573267666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/4118008295573267666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/saddest-word.html' title='The Saddest Word'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXxNAWS1hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eSIefFtml_w/s72-c/miss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-4170040399783483788</id><published>2008-04-28T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:48:14.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Hehehe...in conjunction wit my last blog, i told u how fantastic the strawberries were rite? So i have decided that it is too good not to at least show u how great it is...Hehehe...Sori if i "camhog" a little. I just couldnt resist! Jus thinking bout it makes me wanna eat more of it! YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXgBgWS1bI/AAAAAAAAACM/dZIlEQ0dRhI/s1600-h/Strawberries+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194304061709669810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXgBgWS1bI/AAAAAAAAACM/dZIlEQ0dRhI/s200/Strawberries+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXgsAWS1dI/AAAAAAAAACc/u_B7cUeyFzI/s1600-h/Strawberries+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194304791854110162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXgsAWS1dI/AAAAAAAAACc/u_B7cUeyFzI/s200/Strawberries+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXhfgWS1eI/AAAAAAAAACk/aNd4PFA00do/s1600-h/Strawberries+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194305676617373154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXhfgWS1eI/AAAAAAAAACk/aNd4PFA00do/s200/Strawberries+005.jpg" 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;~AhhHhhhhhh...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXiCQWS1fI/AAAAAAAAACs/yotNr8ebLsg/s1600-h/Strawberries+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306273617827314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXiCQWS1fI/AAAAAAAAACs/yotNr8ebLsg/s320/Strawberries+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXifQWS1gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o0jvRBw407o/s1600-h/Strawberries+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306771834033666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXifQWS1gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o0jvRBw407o/s320/Strawberries+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(^o^) Strawberries with a pinch of honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXgBgWS1bI/AAAAAAAAACM/dZIlEQ0dRhI/s1600-h/Strawberries+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-4170040399783483788?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/4170040399783483788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=4170040399783483788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/4170040399783483788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/4170040399783483788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/lil-taste-of-heaven.html' title='A lil&apos; taste of Heaven'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBXgBgWS1bI/AAAAAAAAACM/dZIlEQ0dRhI/s72-c/Strawberries+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-2669002074723652168</id><published>2008-04-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:15:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyo...wah...my last entry had 4 comments becoz it was darn short. Hahaha! WOW! Now i know why u guys havent been dropping me any comments for the other blogs...coz u all slept after looking at it rite? Hahahaa! OK ok...i get wat u all are trying to tell me. I'll TRY and keep it fast and jiffy...but if i fail...u know it's one hell of a story i was writing. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i jus came back from Camerons HCC not long ago. And i cant believe it's over al'd. I've been looking forward to it for some time. And i did had a great time there. Hehehe...but some things jus dun feel the same anymore. The place where i use to watch the sunset in awe was covered up... and the place where i've shared great times in silence wit the Lord during the morning devotion has been demolished (behind the mission house) The Church was covered and closed. The row of steamboat shops has been closed down and only one was left there. I didnt even do the thing i wanna do there the most...watch the morning stars. Coz it was very cloudy, couldnt even spot one star at nite. I was quite dissapointed. But i have a feeling tat this will not be my last time going there...so, HCC, see u again soon! Hahaha! Btw, i went back to T-Cafe. Still look the same as i remembered. But MAN! U jus cant get enuf of the scones! YUMMY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going back to ICF camp makes me feel old. I think i'm the oldest girl there...if i'm not mistaken. *sob sob* But i met some really cool ppl there and get to spend bonding time wit my old frens. All in all i had a good time. And believe me, camerons is still darn cold in the morning and nites. HAhaha...i love my group...er, reunion of the L.A.M.E.R.Z i think. We did a memorable sketch...it'll never forget wat u guys made me do...(Dont Cha!) HAhahaha! WOW! I'm still having body ache leh!! And i forgot how delicious strawberries can be when mixed wit honey and whip cream...quoted from a guy:"These taste like lil pieces of heaven." UHH HMM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193951462074537330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBSfVgWS1XI/AAAAAAAAABs/P2DMQL0psH4/s320/Cameron+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Er...wat is Nick and Iggy doing?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193952222283748738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBSgBwWS1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WaFS7sOTnhA/s320/Cameron+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OwwwWWwW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193953008262763922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBSgvgWS1ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zm5s5KcyWFo/s320/Cameron+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tat's My GRAPES!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My favourite LAME joke of the camp:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One nite, u and some frens decided to watch a scary movie together under a sheet in front of the TV...to add to the mood, the lights were off and then suddenly...the TV started to lift up all by itself into the air...wat would u say??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Answer: IGGY! PUT DOWN THE TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHahahahahhaa!!! Ok ok...only ppl who knows iggy will understand this joke. It's a real good one though! (To know Iggy, refer to the picture above and spot the difference!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S Sori Iggy! It's jus so darn funny~! U know we love u! Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-2669002074723652168?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2669002074723652168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=2669002074723652168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/2669002074723652168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/2669002074723652168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-mountains.html' title='Back from the Mountains'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SBSfVgWS1XI/AAAAAAAAABs/P2DMQL0psH4/s72-c/Cameron+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-8626453895395815792</id><published>2008-04-20T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:08:38.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality? Fantasy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi guys...u know? Sometimes i review my blog jus to see how does it look like...and MAN! How could u read all the things i write in there!? Hahaha...i mean...there's tonnes of words...and hardly any picture. I think by looking at it u al'd feel sleepy eh? Hahaha....when i read other ppl's blog, i see tat they use minimal of words. Cant believe i'm TAT cheong hei...sigh! okok...so i keep it short here ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess wat? The day tat i have been waiting for is finally HERE! I can finally sleep and eat peacefully! And dun need to feel all crammy becoz i need to study later! Yes!!! I've finished my finals yesterday! U know wat? the last paper nearly killed me...but i think it went ok. I mean...i have been sleep around 4-5 hours a day and it's killing me. I look at my face in the mirror...and i think Sadoka will be the one who get a shock. Hahaha! All the stress has got to me as i can see plenty of outbreak...NO NO NO!! And plus...my eyes are REALLY like black bean paus...even today when i went out wit my guy to take a break from it all...he met a fren and i caught the fren taking a peek at me...and immediately in my heart...i was thinking...tat guy probably thought tat his fren brought a ghost out. Hahahaa.....I NEED TO DO SOMETHING BOUT MY EYES!! If u have seen me recently, u know wat i mean. I'm jus waiting to get my concealer. Hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191266489078584050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAsVXgfrEvI/AAAAAAAAABk/7BJ0fYPwi10/s320/UPM+K17+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;~The Next Sadoka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'll be going to CF camp next week...woo hoo! Yea...even though they are jus heading to the camp site tat i've been for the 4th time...which is HCC...i'm still glad i'm going. Anything beats sitting at home becoz of exams! I miss tat place actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Told ya it'll be Short!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-8626453895395815792?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/8626453895395815792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=8626453895395815792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/8626453895395815792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/8626453895395815792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/reality-fantasy.html' title='Reality? Fantasy?'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAsVXgfrEvI/AAAAAAAAABk/7BJ0fYPwi10/s72-c/UPM+K17+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-6157249952329102303</id><published>2008-04-17T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:51:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Sponge for the day...</title><content type='html'>Hello...funny how is it tat in my finals...i tend to write more blogs? Hmm....haha! Well, today has been quite a day for me...lately i have been feeling lke a sponge...though not yellow like spongebob...yet. Hahaha...em...i've been mainly soaking up a lot of info...jamming it into my brain cells...so tat i could reproduce it later in the paper tat i'm sitting for. Today i jus finished my Second last paper...no idea whether i could score or not...but past is past. And i have another paper to be lookng forward in 2 more days...sigh! Tat particular paper will be the one who would definately and utimately suck up all my brain juice. Ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today had been a bit different...i've been soaking up something else. Well, coincidently, today is the day tat my 'frens' decided they wanna share their portion of life's challenges with me. Some pretty shocking...some are old deeds...and some i need to pry out. HAhaha...if either one of u are reading this...which i doubt...dun worry...i wouldnt spill it out here. I'm bound by my code of silence! But if u r reading this, thanks for sharing it wit me. It makes me feel tat i could help out somehow. Though i did nth to change and turn the world around for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's almost 1.30am and i have 6 chapters of painful reading to do and to memorize...i'll make this a short one. Life...is weird. Life is...ups and downs...full of opposites. Funny huh? But only by embracing one you can only truly understand the other. Light can only shine bright in the darkness...joy can only be truly seen through tears. All sunshine and no rain=desert. (Quote from Daily Bread) Sometimes, we humans are so certain bout the things we plan, we get caught off guard when it flips. And suddenly, the world seems to be against u. Nth seems to go right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me today...where would she go if she dies. I said it's up to u to decide. She knows i believe in heaven. And i asked her wat's her opinion. She said tat after we die...we jus die. There's nth else. But isnt tat very sad? When we pull though all of life's hardship and difficulties. All our experience and knowledge gained....all that so we could...er...become nth? Then wat is life all about? I told her i do not believe we are just tat...tat we live for so much more. I do not believe life is only wat we see physically through our eyes right now. But how do i justify myself? I cant. Only when u truly look inside urself...u can see tat we are build for so much more. If God gave us a 100% brain, why do we use only a multiple fraction of it? About 3% if i'm not mistaken. So...the rest of the 97% is so tat we could become nth in the end? Imagine all the capabilities we have only by using 3% of our brain. Einstein was considered a genius becoz it was believed he used 1 extra percent of his brain than the rest of us. Wat could have happen when u could use 100% of it? Al'd blown ur mind away eh? Unimaginable...yes...exactly. There is only such things tat our brains can comprehand. Like we will never ever be able to understand how God works...or never to imagine how heaven looks like. So...do not jus trust wat ur eyes tell u. Even ur eyes can trick u in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189901503688502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAY765qebRI/AAAAAAAAABU/YmVywqQzu_4/s320/optical_illusion1.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning wheels...weee!! But it's not animated....if u dun believe me...try focusing on a black dot and all the other wheels will stop spinning. Nth is wat it seems...Life is a always spinnin' around ya...u jus need to focus to get the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-6157249952329102303?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6157249952329102303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=6157249952329102303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/6157249952329102303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/6157249952329102303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-sponge-for-day.html' title='Being a Sponge for the day...'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAY765qebRI/AAAAAAAAABU/YmVywqQzu_4/s72-c/optical_illusion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-2094119516944023771</id><published>2008-04-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:25:21.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana? Or Mango?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know i have al'd posted an entry today...but i jus feel like writin this down b4 it leaks away from my poor memory. Hehehe...having finals now...shud be studying...but as the chinese says:" Even when hanging urself by the neck you still need to take a breathe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Em...this could be said as a continuation of my first blog, 'thick blood'. I apologize tat my first blogs has al'd bored u to death and u probably dun understand wat i'm talking bout anyways. Hahaha...but er, i still feel like saying it out. So bear with me...i dun blame u for not finishing it either! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today...i went out for a normal family dinner at a coffee shop near where i stay with my parents and my lil niece. It was a familiar place where we frequented. First thing we do, is to find a good place to sit and ern ern, my niece in my father's arms pointed to her favourite place, a table right next to the aquarium tat contains a few fish. We were seated down and the waiter took our order. We ordered the famous taufu with pickled vege on top, a oil fried fish wit soya sauce and kangkung belacan for a nice dinner. Immediately, ern ern gestured towards the aquarium wanting my dad to carry her nearer to admire the fish swimming around in the rather murky water. The happy grandfather was more than willing. Then a restaurant staff excused my mother from sitting near the tank and took out a net. He caught 2 fishes in the tank and dumped them in a pail of water. b4 going away seeing tat my niece was still admiring the fish, he tilt the pail slightly so she could get a better view of it. Then he walked off with it. The murky water stood still in the aquarium...and my niece starts to look for the fish...Little does she knows tat she had jus bid the fish farewell...but she'll get to see it again very soon...on our table with soya sauce on it. Admittedly, i was taken aback by the reality of it all...of course i know they had to kill a fish b4 they cook it. But...i mean, isn;t it a bit crude? I JUS saw it swimming in there and now it's sitting on my plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Imagine how it will be like in China? Oh boy...! The cut and gut out fish right in front of ur eyes...ah...u might think," cheh...m'sia pasar oso the same wat" but instead of jus fish...there are whole lot of things they slaughter in front of u...(do believe it tat they hang slaughtered dogs and rats like how we hang slaughthered chickens here.) As chinese as i am, no doubt i will be amazed and shrink at the sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Therefore, it makes me think, how 'chinese' are we in m'sia? No doubt, we have been influenced by the various cultures here. (acculturation-where we accept other cultures into our own yet at the same time maintain our own cultures...it only gets altered a bit) And this might shock u as much as it shocked me. If u think u r no difference with China Chinese, think again. While studying for my management subject, i came across a topic bout multinational companies doing business around the world. And when Subway, the sandwich bar opened it's first franchise in China, the Americans there were very happy..one even kissed the floor. Yet, the chinese were having thier doubts bout this 'gui-lou' place. While eating there, they didnt believe tat the tuna they serve is actually fish. Why? Becoz they claim tat it doesnt have a tail and a head. Yup...believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;By the way i see my mom pick through the remains of the fish...especially the head, i think it would be enuf for the gui-lous to throw up. Mainly becoz usually they do not see the whole fish while eating it..(fish sticks, fillet), nor do they when they eat pork and chicken. they always cut out the head and the limbs...yet, chinese here states tat the best part of the fish is the head...we even hav curry fish head and steam fish head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, how 'chinese' or how 'american' u r? Becoz the trend in M'sia is to wat we call Westernization...simply jus copying wat the west are doing. So many of us unconsiously have been influenced by the West. If not why r we so different from the chinese in China...dun we all come from there? (Chinese i mean) And why so many chinese nowadays dun even know how to speak their mother tougue? Only english or BM? Are we yellow on the outside and white on the inside? Or are we yellow in and outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not suggesting tat we go back to China and learn our culture there...no, wat i mean is...look at how far we have become, yet, we hold principles and values a typical China chinese would teach their children...like...never to waste food if not ur future husband/wife's face will be the same as ur unclean plate, or never to tell lies if not your tougue will be pulled out...etc etc...sounds like old wives' tale ya? But if u look deeply, they all contain sensible morales. So, hold on to the valuable things tat only ur chinese parents could teach you...becoz i cant imagine wat will happen to the future generation...they might be jus like the Americans...never see a head or tail b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188780542994050306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAJAaZqebQI/AAAAAAAAABM/F6aeZgNLrb4/s320/DSCN1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~Try telling this face tat her fish jus became dinner~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obtained from Amy Tan's The Kitchen God's Wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my birthday morning, Grand Aunt asked me which chicken i like the best. I pointed to the one tat is my favourite. The one tat lets me feed her out of my hand. And later tat nite, Grand Aunt cooked a good dinner for my celebration...and to my horror...it was chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I recall this from memory, not her exact words ya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-2094119516944023771?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2094119516944023771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=2094119516944023771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/2094119516944023771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/2094119516944023771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/banana-or-mango.html' title='Banana? Or Mango?'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAJAaZqebQI/AAAAAAAAABM/F6aeZgNLrb4/s72-c/DSCN1852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-7083344234484810846</id><published>2008-04-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:29:19.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tAste of Uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heya...for some of u who STILL dun know...i'm in UPM now. Which is Universiti Putra Malaysia. Not Uni Perempuan or Pertanian...and after one semester in uni...honestly, i'm still not 100% used to tat place...especially when i need to stay in campus. (Maybe it has to do wit me coming home every wednesday till monday...which means i only spend two nites there every week). Hehehe... And i realized some ppl have different thoughts of wat uni is like. Some love it and some hates it...but most of the ppl my age will go..."wah...stay in campus very cham hor?" but the older age group (like parents and auntie and uncle) will go "WAH!! can go uni! So nice hor?" Ya....that shows how age gap plays it's role. So...i'm here to post up some pics in my campus to let u see...well...there's a bit of cham, and a bit of nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stay in K17 (Kolej 17) which is...er...the newest part of UPM...yet, the furthest away...where practically no one goes there except for ppl who stays there. UPM is generally HUGE. Basically broken into 3 parts. 2 big and one small. Largest is Main Campus...where all the faculties are. Then followed by an area opposite it which holds kolej 1-16. And the smallest and tiniest area holds kolej 17 and the medical faculty. Em...i take bus every morning to the main campus....and to show u how far i have to travel to get to main campus is like...u staying in INTI College Subang Jaya and your class is in Subang Parade. em...something like tat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIrYZqebII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fLqCFBEPTUo/s1600-h/UPM+K17+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188757418890128514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIrYZqebII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fLqCFBEPTUo/s320/UPM+K17+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...this is basically my room...which i share with another roomie...currently a sweet Indian Muslim girl named Nadiah. I sleep near the window btw if u dun realize...and coincidently, the same position of where i sleep at home...haha! Quite comfy...and furnished in my fav colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIsZJqebJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AauN8yU7IhQ/s1600-h/UPM+K17+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188758531286658194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIsZJqebJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AauN8yU7IhQ/s320/UPM+K17+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is where i study...er...on the top shelf is where all my junk food and essential survival food are placed. (Dun even know how am i to survive with the food i get around here....) I bet many dun know...i dun have a table in my room at home..i basically study on the floor...or on my bed...so having to study on a table...er...let's jus say it adjusted my composure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball underneath my table is my GOOD friend. Of course besides accompanying me to several basketball games....it also keeps my feet occupied while studying....hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIteJqebKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XTEBohZVsls/s1600-h/UPM+K17+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188759716697631906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIteJqebKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XTEBohZVsls/s320/UPM+K17+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is wat i see when i look out my window during the evenings...kinda nice eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i frequently hear the unmistaken voice of basketballs on the concrete floor...calling me to leave my books for a good game. Ahhh!! the temptations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIumpqebLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lydz3iwGRL4/s1600-h/UPM+K17+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760962238147762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIumpqebLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lydz3iwGRL4/s320/UPM+K17+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view during nite...since it's on a hill surrounded by nth but good ol' trees...it's darn cooling at times...especially if it rains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cool wind is most welcoming after several 'fights' wit the text book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...this is how the new campus looks like...pretty cool huh? I'm not complaining. But because of the lack of ppl here....they do not make very good food...er, to be real honest, it sucks. I do not know how ppl survive the food here...and i'm not the only one...ppl eat here to really...er, survive. Not becoz they wanna to eat. Above all...everything is a-ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me once tat she told one of her colleagues tat i get to study in a uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said:" She is so fortunate to get into a uni."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleague replied:" Yea! She is...it's so difficult to get into one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom responded:"I didnt got the chance to get into one...but at least i get to sleep on the bed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?! I didnt even get to sleep on one!" came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shows tat how our elders yearn to get into uni at their time...they practically love uni life though they have never ever experienced it b4. I wonder wat they would say of they did? Hahaha...(btw, my mom did slept on my bed for a while waiting for me to packup to get ready to go. -_-")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...i guess i better get use to it...i do still have 5 more years to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...for more pics, u can check it out at UPM's official website &lt;a href="http://www.upm.edu.my/"&gt;http://www.upm.edu.my/&lt;/a&gt; My finals are here...and i'm updating my blog...sigh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188766747559095506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIz3ZqebNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8gHqg_cqaP4/s320/UPM+K17+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Snoozeeee...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-7083344234484810846?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/7083344234484810846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=7083344234484810846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7083344234484810846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/7083344234484810846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/taste-of-uni.html' title='A tAste of Uni'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAIrYZqebII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fLqCFBEPTUo/s72-c/UPM+K17+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922701570562151312.post-6766996308362929744</id><published>2008-04-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:09:01.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thick Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HEYA! Yea...finally i'm able to move in to this place...i 'bought' this place for some while now...(meaning i registered here) yet it was under 'construction' (means i was still thinking wat would i post here) but now it has finally been done! Hehehe...thanks to those who keep urging me to update my blog...hehehe! Sori for having u guys wait so long...ur comments and encourage is wat gave me the strength to continue writing even though i feel ike i'm gonna doze off in my comfy bed anytime soon...hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've done some thinking and since i've not written for some times, i hav lots to say. Finally i decided on the title:Thick Blood...not a very 'sunny' title i know...but wat i hav to say here is nth close to being gorry and disgusting. You'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of u might know...i love to read. (though i'm no nerd) Hahaha! And one of my fav authors is Amy Tan. She's popular enough in the reader's world...together wit ppl like John Grisham and Micheal Crichton but not as popular as Stephen King and Dan Brown. Amy Tan wrote some of the most fascinating books i've ever read. And believe me...i've read (and re-read) all of her books and still not gettign bored of it. Some may say tat her books are very feminine...meaning they are for 'girls and women' to read. But my dad picked it up from my bookcase one day and he read all of the others i have. Deeply intrigued. Well...wat does she write about? Simple...Mothers, mother's mother, mother's daughter and China. Sounds boring? Wait till u read wat i hav to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This first blog entry is dedicated to my grandmothers, whom i've never learn their real names till after they hav bid farewell. Choo Choy Ying and Wong Nyuk Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know my mother's mother very well...she has passed on before my mother was married to my father. But as i grew...i've heard many stories bout her. Many of which leads me to think tat my mom inherited her wittiness and cheerfulness from her...as my grandfather was a kind man...but also a man of few words. Amy Tan has wonderfully written bout the bonds between a mother and her daughter. It mainly talks bout a mother who originates from China and a daughter who is born in America. And how different and difficult for them to understand each other. A mother who wants to teach a daughter the chinese ways yet she was pulled in the american way...so, she is not either, she is not both. Until her daughter, al'd full grown has discovered the stories her mother kept hidden behind her chinese ways...therefore...her books are not only for girls and women...but rather, for chinese who left their roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of u actually feel like..."oOooHhhhh....."in understanding when i mention the difference of mother and daughter since one is born in China and the other in America? Arent we? Arent we the daughters and the sons tat has been born in a native country? Yes...your moms might not originate from China. But your grandmothers are. If not, then ur great-grandmother is. Yes, it might not be a drastic change here in Malaysia since we are still bonded in many of the chinese cultures. But have u imagine if ur grandparents have not come to malaysia? Then wat will become of u? Have u set foot on China and wonder which paths your ancestors have trotted on? Given the chance, i would love to go back to where my grandparents came from. We still have a house there. somewhere on a mountain in China. I will get the name from my dad one day. The last time my grandmother was there, the neighbours were still keeping their pots and pans for safe-keeping. ( I realized later tat pots and pans are considered a valuable property during the olden days.) I wonder wat was her life when she was growing up? Born in a typical family. She's the first born. Was she despised and a disappointment becoz she was a girl? Becoz female infants are considered a lost last time. But then she had a baby brother. And weirdly enuf, tat was the only children they had. When she grew up...did she wonder bout the life she will hav in front of her? Did she imagine her future, her marriage? Never getting to decide whom she wants to marry...but tat was the norm and they accept this. Yet my great-grandparents are not so narrowminded. Somehow, when she was around 18, she was given a stack of pictures...finding a suitor. And through all the men tat came and ask her hand in marriage, she picked one tat she will soon spend her whole life with. And only his name and tat picture as her guide. Sorting through it, she found it and immediately, she picked this one. Of all the black and white pictures she went through...a coloured one stood out. And i mean literally coloured. My grandfather, an artist himself has coloured himself in his picture wit a kungfu kick. So, they married...yet, i do not know the story how they came to Malaysia. But i knew it was before World War 2 broke out. As my Eldest uncle was born in Malaysia. Wat havoc it must have been...i've heard tat my granduncle was a intelligent man. He was a chinese doctor and he joined some war thing and was forced to fled when the war came. He was hiding in forests and jungles. And finally, he really did flew to America. (Now he is a Chinese doctor there with his daughter a medical doctor). So, i believe my grandmother came from quite a well-off family. Becoz she also married my grandfather who is not only an artist at heart, but a dentist in profession. In those days, u can only marry to the same standards. But since she came to Malaysia...i do not think they are wealthy anymore. They had 9 kids to take care off and my grandparents smoked opium...so there was where most of the money went i think. My grandmother had to work hard to earn money by selling noodles and my grandfather made great bird cages and tanglungs to sell besides opening his dental clinic which doubles up as their home. I could not imagine wat happened when the war came. My grandfather was walking wit my eldest uncle in is arms on day on the peaceful streets of Taiping when suddenly, loud noises came from the sky and the alarms went off. Everyone panicked and starts to run. Screams drowned by the alarms and the crumbling of buildings hit. Bombs were falling from the sky, my grandfather quickly held his son close and jumped. He leaped into a huge drain by the side and seek refuge in hastily moving in the drain. I heard tat if he was not to do tat..they would not have survived that bombing. Which means bad news since my dad was not born yet. He was the 7th child. How did they survive through all the torment i have no ideas. My grandfather loved animals...especially birds. He would train birds to sing in competitions. I guess there is where i inherited my love for animals and art, jus like how my dad has inherited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I do not know many stories from my grandmother...and i regretted tat i didnt asked her. I woud hav heard so many things about her life in China. All i can hear now are the stories she told my mom and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i hav no idea how am i going to write this blog...honestly, despite wat i have written, it has not spoken wat is in my mind. Maybe u will understand more when u read one of her books. I highly recommend those who like to read to not hesitate to grab one of amy tan's book. i recommend the older ones...not the newer ones. Em...sad to say, the last two books i've read is not tat appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So...their lives might not interest u, but they are all u hav. Their stories are all u could find. Becoz the girl tat once dreamt about her future will soon not be able to dream anymore as her life is nearing the end...yet remember you are tat dream, you are her dream, you are her future. Blood tat once throb in her vitality is now the same blood tat throbs in ur veins. Chinese has a saying :"huet nong yu shui". Meaning...blood is thicker than water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922701570562151312-6766996308362929744?l=3vesanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6766996308362929744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922701570562151312&amp;postID=6766996308362929744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/6766996308362929744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922701570562151312/posts/default/6766996308362929744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3vesanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/04/thick-blood.html' title='Thick Blood'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04676195759128578034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4Eu5_fvU48/SAI2d5qebPI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZoPHSI8eS8/S220/Pictures+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
