<?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-6633387442342462102</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:11:43.825-07:00</updated><category term='I wanna touch a cloud :)'/><category term='classy'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='cat or dog'/><category term='Feeling Blue'/><category term='Any Questions?'/><category term='not just another day'/><category term='Touch My Hand'/><category term='Dont Feel LIke Stalking No More..'/><category term='this silver will not tarnish'/><category term='Had a tan too'/><category term='Ballack was 80 feet away from me'/><category term='Dont watch movies with the word &apos;flick&apos;'/><category term='Abre'/><category term='More emo than usual'/><category term='scaremeonthemonthofmay'/><category term='randall better be happy now'/><category term='107'/><category term='SLAPPUNCHKICKSLEEP'/><category term='Falling in Love with Chocolates'/><category term='Muscle cramp'/><category term='2 Bowls Please'/><category term='Billy Genes'/><category term='I tag anyone who volunteers to do this'/><category term='The Over Stuffed Bear'/><category term='3 strikes and im out'/><category term='Should Have Bought Greek Instead of Blueberry'/><category term='Hoping'/><category term='Look up cuz you might see her'/><category term='a probably unfriendly neighbour'/><category term='You better do it too AVEENA'/><category term='Delegate of Ghana'/><category term='Plants need light intensity to grow'/><category term='still recovering'/><category term='nick carter was hot'/><category term='Ich Leibe Dich'/><category term='nothing more to say'/><category term='By michael buble'/><category term='My Lunch: BK Fish and a Bottle of Water'/><category term='i want a band 7.5 overall'/><category term='interesting and new experience'/><category term='grandparents rock'/><category term='When games mean reality'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='cant wait to go home though'/><category term='Heaven is our abode'/><category term='2 Essays and Counting...'/><category term='My Fav TV show'/><category term='Emo rant'/><category term='Walauwehh'/><category term='wanted by you'/><category term='Are you happy now ?'/><category term='Love to dream'/><category term='So much to do'/><category term='bad romance'/><category term='still 17'/><category term='But we know we gotta go our seperate ways'/><category term='Should Be Studying Now...'/><category term='thinking of it...'/><category term='now im bored'/><category term='Menopausal flea?'/><category term='a quote by charlie deplama'/><category term='i want you back'/><category term='last paper tomorrow'/><category term='Take me to 2007'/><category term='when reality bores you'/><category term='so little time'/><category term='contented'/><category term='phhhhh'/><category term='Praying for 10 A1&apos;s'/><category term='earings'/><category term='miss my tv'/><category term='YOUUUUUUUUU'/><category term='to be continued'/><category term='now u know 100 questions more about me'/><category term='Better than a chicken'/><category term='Sadly it aint chocolate'/><category term='sunday morning'/><category term='... Then the Storm'/><category term='Lovin you is cherry pie'/><category term='So I Blog'/><category term='entra note piera'/><category term='Im addicted to Choo'/><category term='Lalalala'/><category term='zzzzzzzz'/><category term='they stole it from us'/><category term='Juniors are Hot'/><category term='TEHEE'/><category term='the moral teacher is the worse of them all'/><title type='text'>i like my meat well done</title><subtitle type='html'>lamb, chicken , beef, you name it, i like them all well done.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5176645619867189959</id><published>2011-07-08T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:00:38.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booo!</title><content type='html'>Woah its been a looooong time. Hello! I don't know why but I just don't feel like using blogspot. Is tumblr or tabulas better than blogspot? One way to find out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5176645619867189959?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5176645619867189959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5176645619867189959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5176645619867189959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5176645619867189959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/booo.html' title='Booo!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1857287720962756947</id><published>2010-08-15T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T05:03:03.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovin you is cherry pie'/><title type='text'>Melbourne and Cousin</title><content type='html'>Wow, its been a looong time since I have posted something on my blog....like anymone reads it anyway :P&lt;br /&gt;But since my exams are finally over and I'm basically rotting on my couch, I guess I should make my time a lil more worth while :P&lt;br /&gt;Went to Melbourne recently to visit my relatives. Im terms of the environment, I didn't enjoy it very much. The weather was dreadfully cold and so were the toilet seats, the clothes were expensive, shops close so early in the afternoon, dfo (direct factory outlets) were a waste of time and there was nothing to see in the city. I guess thats because Aussie doesn't really have an identity of its own..its all rojak. Went to the Tim Burton exhibition and that was about it. The rest of my week was spent at home with my cousins. It made me realise how fast time has passed. From attempting to ride bikes in Singapore to petting deers in Lake Gardens and alas talking about relationships at the comfort of her heated room. Not gonna blog about what we talked about but who knew having a guy in your life could be that....challenging and time consuming :O &lt;br /&gt;My friend whom I met for dinner at Melbourne also recently had a dude so she fills me on the details about gross stuff (well not gross to her) like Frencies and Hickeys. And woahhh, i never really knew how hickeys were formed until now thanks to ... .... :P  Basically sounds like you're neck is making out with a vacuum cleaner. And having another person's saliva and tongue in your mouth doesn't sound so appealing either, with the teeth clashing and what not. But she assured me by saying "the first time was weird and then it gets better....just have to get used to it" And my reaction would be _____________________________________________urrrhuhhh...????....????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its the kinda thing that people have to experience to find it appealing. But wow, that was and interesting talk. Sigh they are all so experienced now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at Melbourne ended with my cousin and I singing loudly in the car to Kanye West's Gold Digger and Lady Gaga's Paparazzi. We had quite a laugh there while our mums were quitely listening. Good things had to come to an end when I hugged my cousin goodbye, tring to hold back the tears. As long as I can remember, even when she lived in Singapore, saying goodbye took a bucket full of tears as I was crying on the way back home. Friends may come and go but cousins are forever &lt;br /&gt;♥ ٩(~.~)۶ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1857287720962756947?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1857287720962756947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1857287720962756947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1857287720962756947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1857287720962756947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2010/08/melbourne-and-cousin.html' title='Melbourne and Cousin'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1785097013766195898</id><published>2010-04-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:48:49.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want a band 7.5 overall'/><title type='text'>English Test</title><content type='html'>IELTS is tomorrow. Haven't been writing essays for a year..I am so dead! Sooo, what do I do? Write on my bloggg!! At least by exercising my brain now, I would not be at a lost for words when writing the essay :P Smart cookieee...not!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what they usually ask to write are stuff that I am completely clueless about, like the governement, technology and all the topics that grown ups are supposed to know. These essay topics are literally meant for uni graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will now attempt to test my own knowledge about the world today. &lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about, the importance in training for work than just a broad based education (got it from my IELTS book)&lt;br /&gt;Ok............u need to train for workkk cuzzzzz..... it allows u to gain more experience on how to deal with people. Ummmm, people can be hard to deal with sometimes so training them to handle situations that involves customer service would allow them to build up their comunication skills and their people skills. (I hope that is a valid point)&lt;br /&gt;Training is also important in medicine as it would allow students to improve on their clinical skills. They will be able to handle real life situations and also express their sympathy towards patients.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crabby cakes..........i dont know what a broad based education really means -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next essay topic,&lt;br /&gt;Business education and training today must promote environmental awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Lets seee.....business education.....man i dunno what that is all about -.- Time to tembak.. The environment plays an important role in a balanced ecosystem...if the enviroment is polluted, there is a limited chance of survival in animals and even humans. For example, when managing a business that involves the usage of depleting resources like trees (are trees even a depleting resource?!?!), a business man should also plan to plant the trees that have been cut down. Business educations should emphasise on the importance of using renewable resources....ummmm...and how to manage waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i am gonna sleep now....I can't bare to do this anymore :( Besides, I have to wake up at 7 am ON A SATURDAY, just for the test......... =S Wish me luck! Although I am not much of a lucky person, but i am blessed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1785097013766195898?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1785097013766195898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1785097013766195898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1785097013766195898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1785097013766195898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2010/04/english-test.html' title='English Test'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6168985513089365991</id><published>2010-03-05T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:12:23.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLAPPUNCHKICKSLEEP'/><title type='text'>PUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>Went to an education fair cuz I wanted to find out more about dentistry and how to apply to the universities..Went there, enquired...and it was like someone had sucker punched me on my face. The representatives of the universities where so negative, discouraging me from persuing the course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"700 applicants and 5 places for international students, there are other things that you can do, u can work in the background and find cures to ailments instead of being the person that will administer the cure blablablablabla..."&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE ONE ADMINISTERING THE CURE DANGGIT!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so frustrating when someone discourages you to do something when you have already set your mind to it. Of course all they are tring to do is do their job, telling the fact of the matter is...that it is almost impossible to get a place for dentistry. sighhhhhh, i guess in the end, you can never plan where you will be heading, its not all up to me...its up to the interviewers and lecturers, whether they want me to be in their university, whether they want me to do dentistry.&lt;br /&gt;But in times of frustration, I thank God for helping me get this far, to get interviews for all the universities that I have applied to. In the end, God will make the final decision..if it was denstined that I didn't not get a place for dentistry, then so be it. If I did, I would be excedingly glad :) I guess its all about accepting it and moving on. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not be stressed over this, i shall not be stressed over this,  i shall not be stressed over this times 5...&lt;br /&gt;Im cool...Time to prepare for another interview..haizz :P I will end this with a bible verse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled neither let it be afraid~ John14:27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6168985513089365991?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6168985513089365991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6168985513089365991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6168985513089365991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6168985513089365991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2010/03/punchhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='PUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-103539823021504682</id><published>2010-02-09T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:00:15.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad romance'/><title type='text'>Lololololoveveveve</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be sleeping now but, tomorrow college starts at 12 soo :D I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;But the yucky thing is that I'm going for a blood test..have to piss in a cup -.- and yes, i have no shame in writing that for everyone to see since its a fact..I have to get used to this kind of stuff if I want to be a good doc :P Still, I'm not too excited about that..&lt;br /&gt;So valentines day is coming up, and I am being bugged with the same question profusely, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Who is your valentine?" "Got a valentine??"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer will be something sarcastic like...plentiful&lt;br /&gt;But whats with this day anyway...is it the only day out of 365 days that you would take the trouble to buy roses and chocolates? oh, other than birthdays and anniversaries of course :P Shouldn't everyday be valentines?? Come to think of it, if that were to happen, there would be built in pocket holes on men's trousers. I read an article about love awhile ago, and it definitely changed my perception on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Love ain't about showering people with flowers, love ain't about candlelight dinners, love is about sacrifice. sacrificial love, is what I learn in bible class, and it definitely applies to everyone. Love is about going through the hard times,  willing to do favors for your partner despite being absolutely reluctant to do so. And the smile of appreciation on the person's face just makes it all worth it. That is what I call love...from a person with the least experience in this topic :P&lt;br /&gt;But dont be all corny saying stuff like, I will swim the atlantic for you, I will protect you and care for you till the end of time =.= like people are not capable of taking care of themselves :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my bed is calling me now, time to cut this post short...bottom line is: love is blind and deaf&lt;br /&gt;happy early valentines :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-103539823021504682?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/103539823021504682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=103539823021504682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/103539823021504682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/103539823021504682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2010/02/lololololoveveveve.html' title='Lololololoveveveve'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-261244691075116366</id><published>2010-01-13T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:23:16.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walauwehh'/><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>I seem to have forgotten about my blog :P With so many things happening in my life, I just cant find the time to write them all..Can't even find time to write ONE event in my life, until today :P My cousins from Aussie came down recently and I SOOO ENJOYED THEIR PRESENCEEE!!! It was like a dose of sanity in a schizophrenic world.. But they could only stay for 5 days, and half the time, I had to stay at home to study for my exams.. unable to go shopping with them.. Sad wei...sad... :(&lt;br /&gt;And I had an interview recently from the university of my dreamssss!!! The interview was.....AIsudhsafkasdjldkfjsdkbfrkjbwelkjr&lt;br /&gt;Some parts were good, while other parts were pure awkward..and I said 'lah' twice =X I didn't intend to say it, but I'm Malaysian..what can I do?? &lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I'm gonna blog about..have to resume studying physics =S Shall blog more after exams :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-261244691075116366?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/261244691075116366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=261244691075116366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/261244691075116366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/261244691075116366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3916027292111536667</id><published>2009-11-05T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:10:13.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More emo than usual'/><title type='text'>Inhumane</title><content type='html'>I have neverrr everrrrr been treated so horribly in my entire life!!&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I went to this hawker joint near my college to have lunch with my friends. As we entered the place, this 'friendly' waiter who owns one of the food stalls helped us find a place to sit. Then he asked us what we wanted to drink, but we didn't feel like ordering any beverages.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was all, "If you don't wanna buy any drinks, you guys can't sit here since you profit me nothing".&lt;br /&gt;I WAS FLABBERGASTED!! (the bald dude said waaaat?!)&lt;br /&gt;One minute he acted all kind and nice, the next minute he dumped us like stray dogs! Well that's what it felt like..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why can't people be nice because they want to and not because they intend to gain something in return? What happened to people being human?! What happened to being courteous and morally good?!?! &lt;br /&gt;Did the love of money do this to him? Or is his ginormous head malfunctioning due to a lack of hair that fails to shield his head from UV radiation causing his brain cells to be working less effectively?! &lt;br /&gt;Even science can't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;I was mad when I went to sleep last night...&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to slap his bald head left right and center, like what they do to the naughty bald kid from My Wife and Kids...but harder.. =S&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER EAT AT THAT PLACE EVER AGAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3916027292111536667?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3916027292111536667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3916027292111536667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3916027292111536667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3916027292111536667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/11/inhumane.html' title='Inhumane'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1130546981180240901</id><published>2009-10-24T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:00:49.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo rant'/><title type='text'>Ultra Emo and Sleepy Post</title><content type='html'>I AM SUPER BORED.&lt;br /&gt;trying my best to study every single minute of my life,but it gets boring all the time(and no, i dont study every single minute of my life, i spend most of my minutes eating,sleeping,and watching tv). Sometimes I'll try imagining that reading about totipotency is like riding a horse out in the wild wild west, but no imagination can ever spice up this bland concoction of logic and science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPENT 3 HOURS IN THE LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;Instead of studying like a sane person should, I checked out some of the books at the library. Found this book about ettiquete for young ladies so I figured that I should read it since I behave more like an animal than a lady :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPER STRESSED&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna rant anymore about my studies, so you guys may fill in the blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY 8 HOURS OF SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;I sleep like a piglet :) I get cranky if I dont sleep for 8 hours at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to blog about now.. I just want to jump off a building and defy gravity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1130546981180240901?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1130546981180240901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1130546981180240901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1130546981180240901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1130546981180240901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultra-emo-and-sleepy-post.html' title='Ultra Emo and Sleepy Post'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8573534415915130587</id><published>2009-10-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:24:12.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna touch a cloud :)'/><title type='text'>Time Flies Like it or Not</title><content type='html'>Man, its Sunday already :( If only we have 3 weekends and 4 working days in a week..life would be so much easier :P&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel like my life is utterly boring and unexciting. College is so monotonous, we do the same thing day in and day out, like where is the excitement in life? Its all too monochromatic, having one wavelength and one frequency (oh no I'm illustrating my point with physics terms =S ) I wanna experience something fun, different and enjoyable once in awhile...like going bungee jumping, rock climbing, something that doesn't involve books for a change. Here is a beautiful day in front of us, and we are stuck indoors with our eyes locked onto our books.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn something interesting, something that wont be tested in exams, knowledge we can hold on to for the rest of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna take time to admire the flowers, the blue sky, the dew at the edge of a leaf, and the cool breeze on our faces on a humid cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna appreciate every single day I have, but somehow, my hectic and busy schedule is preventing me from doing so. But every chance I get, while walking to my class, I will look up past the concrete and glass buildings and smile at the blue sky, the puffy clouds and tell myself that &lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8573534415915130587?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8573534415915130587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8573534415915130587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8573534415915130587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8573534415915130587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies-like-it-or-not.html' title='Time Flies Like it or Not'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2511281143496203286</id><published>2009-10-07T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:06:37.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delegate of Ghana'/><title type='text'>Oi, Updated! :P</title><content type='html'>Man, its been a looong time since I blogged :P Sorry, but I was and still am suuuper busy with homework, studying, and applying to universities. Its seriously hectic, so much to do so little time. But thank goodness I'm done with applying to universities :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Model United Nations Conference and discussed about politics and gay rights. It was pretty intimidating at first witnessing how the fluent speakers spoke with such conviction and confidence. But I said to myself, aaah, just pretend to be as pro as them, they don't have to know that this is actually my first time doing this sort of thing.It was definitely a cool experience despite the fact that there was this sick weirdo doing something he shouldn't have done. Freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my bio teacher had a talk with the whole class. Here are some of the things she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Study hard, don't waste time, no leisure activities, even one minute is important, don't think because you aced the first test means that you would do well for the second, I'm very disappointed in you class...a levels determines your life, think of your children (?!?!?!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of my children?!?! Dangggg, not even married and I already have a responsibility to my future children?!? Now can you see how stressed I am? I have to think about my children and THEIR education :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I better hit the books now cuz I don't want my children to suffer poverty and die of hunger and starvation in the future.&lt;br /&gt;And just because I have a physics book with me everywhere I go doesn't mean that I'm a nerd. Nerds understand what they are reading, so calling me a nerd is definitely an understatement :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2511281143496203286?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2511281143496203286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2511281143496203286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2511281143496203286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2511281143496203286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/10/oi-updated-p.html' title='Oi, Updated! :P'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-4728622244664592894</id><published>2009-09-17T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:59:46.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='107'/><title type='text'>Pass</title><content type='html'>I passed piano grade 8...&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAATTTT?!?!?!! &lt;br /&gt;I passed piano grade 8...&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;After failing it twice and failed grade 7 three times, (i didn't pass grade 7)&lt;br /&gt;I passed piano grade 8&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot believe it, after 5 consecutive years of failing, I passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess the saying is true, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you fail to succeed the first time, try try again- my dad's mantra, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss, now I can get to play another musical instrument, like the ELECTRIC GUITARRRR!!! hehehe. But with all the college work piling up and all that studying, I think I should put my dreams of being a rock star on hold :P It is, after all a dream :P (nah, i don't really wanna be a rock star, they all die young :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two measly days of holidays before I have to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sit for UKCAT&lt;br /&gt;2. Ace a chemistry paper&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a UN speech about gays n politics :S&lt;br /&gt;4. Apply for Ucas&lt;br /&gt;5. Complete my personal statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not that kinda person who freaks out and gets stressed over the copious amounts of work piling up, I am probably going to watch more tv until I feel like looking at another chemical equation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-4728622244664592894?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4728622244664592894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=4728622244664592894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4728622244664592894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4728622244664592894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/09/pass.html' title='Pass'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6847474386241804591</id><published>2009-09-10T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:29:55.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By michael buble'/><title type='text'>Haven't Met You Yet</title><content type='html'>I'm Not Surprised&lt;br /&gt;Not Everything Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Have Broken My Heart So Many Times,&lt;br /&gt;I Stopped Keepin Track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk Myself In&lt;br /&gt;I Talk Myself Out&lt;br /&gt;I Get All Worked Up&lt;br /&gt;Then I Let Myself Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tried So Very Hard&lt;br /&gt;Not To Lose It&lt;br /&gt;I Came Up With A Million Excuses&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Now Someday&lt;br /&gt;That It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much&lt;br /&gt;More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Have To Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;I Guess It's Half Time&lt;br /&gt;And The Other Half's Luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever It's Right&lt;br /&gt;You Come Out Of Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That&lt;br /&gt;We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Baby Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Somehow I Know That Will All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Say All's Fair&lt;br /&gt;And In Love And War&lt;br /&gt;But I Won't Need To Fight It&lt;br /&gt;We'll Get It By It&lt;br /&gt;To Be United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Someday I Know&lt;br /&gt;It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;Promise You Kid&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh You Know It Will All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid&lt;br /&gt;To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6847474386241804591?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6847474386241804591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6847474386241804591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6847474386241804591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6847474386241804591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/09/havent-met-you-yet.html' title='Haven&apos;t Met You Yet'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3570036375907461547</id><published>2009-08-31T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:11:26.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classy'/><title type='text'>I Will Miss You Oh Holidays!</title><content type='html'>So my 3 weeks of holidays are practically over. Have to embrace the fact that Im going to be concentrating more on my studies, and less on the computer and the tv... ahrgh, i feel disgusted just writing that. Sadly, we are not put here on earth to have a gala time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its my country's Independence day today. Celebrated irrelevantly by going to a church restoration seminar at Subang.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a loooong time since I have seen my childhood friends. Some grew taller than me making me feel like a dwarf :P (cough eunice cough!) Talking to her made me nostalgic about the old days where we ate together, saw each other frequently and shared stories... :) sigghh, sometimes I wish I could go back in time and make it stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I didn't get to catch up with the others. I guess both parties were shy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays were pretty much boring. Didn't watch any movies, didn't walk at malls. It was all about visits to the dentist, doing internships and all that. It was pretty interesting though, applying pain on people for their own good, kinda like a stress releaser :D But the downside of it was that I was standing there like a piece of wood for 3 bloody hours...talk about leg cramp. To top that off, I had to see the looks of the patients' faces when I was standing there observing. Those 'what a freak' expressions on their faces were classic :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3570036375907461547?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3570036375907461547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3570036375907461547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3570036375907461547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3570036375907461547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-miss-you-oh-holidays.html' title='I Will Miss You Oh Holidays!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5175322756360097460</id><published>2009-08-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:51:25.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont watch movies with the word &apos;flick&apos;'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Av!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Aveena!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Midvalley with Av on her birthday to watch a movie and have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I let her decide the movie we would be watching since it was her birthday, and that clearly was a mistake :P&lt;br /&gt;We decided on Dance Flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this movie was about REAL dancing, REAL moves, and a believable story line. Sadly, I was sooooo wrong!&lt;br /&gt;It was so terrible, horrible, mortifying, disgusting and sick that I wanted to wash my eyes off with antibacterial soap. Those of you who think of watching it, think again..its so not worth the RM10. Next time Av, I'll chose the movie :D hehe&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch with her n her sis. Your sis is cool la Av, she can be a really good stand up comedian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my piano exam.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: FAIL!!!!!!!! U SUCK AT PLAYING THE PIANO, STOP MAKING INNOCENT PEOPLE DEAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my A Levels results.&lt;br /&gt;The expression: Shocked and ecstatic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excuse to my mum who will probably read this:&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm good at something and bad at another cuz life is all about balance. In conclusion, I'm a balanced individual, having the ability to fail and score in this road called life :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5175322756360097460?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5175322756360097460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5175322756360097460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5175322756360097460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5175322756360097460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-av.html' title='Happy Birthday Av!!!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7233158837226194051</id><published>2009-08-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:28:47.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEHEE'/><title type='text'>Kevjumbaaaa!</title><content type='html'>So far, enjoying my holidays to the max, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOTTT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Piano exam&lt;br /&gt;2. Write my personal statement&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ukcat&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ielts&lt;/span&gt;, and get a good grade&lt;br /&gt;4. Look forward to the results for my 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt;, August 20&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sobsobsobsobsobsobsob&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;What a fun holiday.... :(&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I decided to forget momentarily about all the work load and went to have a fun time with my friends. Took an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lrt&lt;/span&gt; n monorail to Times Square to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GiJoe&lt;/span&gt;. You must be thinking, "you went to Times Square just to watch a movie??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Siaooo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that moment, we felt adventurous, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I can say :P&lt;br /&gt;Times Square...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WOAHH&lt;/span&gt;, it was huge, more than 5 storeys of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shop lots&lt;/span&gt;, most of them empty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not surprised. I felt so disorientated when I was there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; tell where the ground floor was, it was like a never ending maze of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shop lots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But the movie, I have to say was AWESOME. The effects, the stunts, totally hardcore. 100 times better than Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wasted my time, going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;, watching hilarious videos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kevjumba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nigahiga&lt;/span&gt;. Man they are funny, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kevjumba&lt;/span&gt; is the best. He knows how to be serious yet funny at the same time. You can say he's seriously funny :P He also acknowledges the existence of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really, but at least he knows who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocRSf9mgdT8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocRSf9mgdT8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hes an Arsenal fan.. :/ Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; ready to compromise :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7233158837226194051?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7233158837226194051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7233158837226194051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7233158837226194051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7233158837226194051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/08/kevjumbaaaa.html' title='Kevjumbaaaa!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2734555242657498355</id><published>2009-08-05T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:15:19.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When games mean reality'/><title type='text'>When Words Mean Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ASFHIAWOEROWEOUANrwERQ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wfgnbnpcdmoweaor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sighhhh&lt;/span&gt;, just had to blurt that out..&lt;br /&gt;Been keeping this inside me for the past week, and just blurting out words that don't make sense at all seems to be one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;only ways to relax my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awehsuifhadgubvadfuagvdfniovasdnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'computer shuts down'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot!! pressed the wrong button :S&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, not sure what I was saying or planning to say to be honest..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it will come to me any moment now.. (just have the urge press the keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yeaaa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;My friend brought his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; to college, and honestly I have never ever touched one before. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MAGICCC&lt;/span&gt;. It was like finding a long lost friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sighhh&lt;/span&gt;. I played Silent Hill, this horrific, thrilling game with zombies and mutated cows running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim: Banish them all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know I should not be so violent, stabbing zombies with wrenches and steel pipes :S But I have to improve on my manual dexterity if I wanna be a good dentist :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just an excuse... But a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;valid&lt;/span&gt; one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Heyyy&lt;/span&gt;, no wonder I have the urge to press buttons and keys :P&lt;br /&gt;Better head to the piano before I lose interest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2734555242657498355?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2734555242657498355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2734555242657498355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2734555242657498355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2734555242657498355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-words-mean-nothing.html' title='When Words Mean Nothing'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5870105120629769863</id><published>2009-07-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:35:30.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOUUUUUUUUU'/><title type='text'>I am Thankful for :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Having such a supportive, loving and amazing bunch of church buddies!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh, without them I think my life would be a train wreck, filled with sadness, anger, boredom you name it, I'll probably feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an absolutely annoying, painful and sick weekend, fever, cold, cough you name it, I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Sunday came, it was like at that moment, all the pain seemed to disappear. No, not literally, I just didn't feel sick when my church friends were around. They are like a breath of fresh air, a jump start caffeine shot, before having to face the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just today, after being disgusted by something a college mate said, I want my full shot of caffiene and a huge dose vitamin C right now! It still hasn't sank into my head what a ungodly world I live in, where people my age say and do things they aren't supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its killing meeee, I didn't know that there are such people around. I thought it was only in shows and movies. I'm such a naive fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I am thankful to have church buddies that I get to meet and look forward to every Fridays and Sundays. Not forgetting the church buddies who chat with me on msn, you guys really make my day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5870105120629769863?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5870105120629769863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5870105120629769863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5870105120629769863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5870105120629769863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful for :'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2704393282559702411</id><published>2009-07-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:41:49.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love to dream'/><title type='text'>Sleep to Dream a Never Ending Scene</title><content type='html'>I have been having weird dreams for the past 2 days.  Dreams that seem continuous, like a never ending story.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams about wedding bells, grandparents, and me being trapped in a computer game, seem to have a connection to my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding bells&lt;br /&gt;the dream: my grandparents were preparing to attend their relative's wedding&lt;br /&gt;the reality: my parents and I are invited to a friend's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;the dream:&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my maternal grandparents getting ready for a wedding and my paternal  grandparents driving a huge four wheel drive to help me escape from an evil dog napper&lt;br /&gt;the reality:&lt;br /&gt;was talking to my friend about me seeing his grandparents,&lt;br /&gt;been admiring four wheel drives at college,&lt;br /&gt;and i went to a pet shop yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being trapped in a game:&lt;br /&gt;the dream:&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a game where i was suppose to escape from an evil dog napper, i think was a dog in my dream, or else why would I want to escape from a dog napper?! But I think I eventually turned into a human being cuz I was conversing with my grandmother who was driving a four wheel drive :P&lt;br /&gt;the reality:&lt;br /&gt;been playing a game called Guitar Heroes on my friend's phone, soo addicted&lt;br /&gt;went to a pet shop, looking at dogs, saw a very cute golden retriever :)&lt;br /&gt;watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, that should explain the magic behind me turning into a dog, then back to a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some of my dreams kinda creep me out, its nice to have these little movies playing in my head while I'm sleeping. Keeps me entertained without having to lift my eye lids :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2704393282559702411?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2704393282559702411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2704393282559702411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2704393282559702411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2704393282559702411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-to-dream-never-ending-scene.html' title='Sleep to Dream a Never Ending Scene'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6290443397827414298</id><published>2009-07-05T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:21:22.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday morning'/><title type='text'>Last Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>Cant believe the one month holidays is ending tomorrow! It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even feel like a month more like 3 weeks! :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I want another month off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad, haven't gotten the chance to do the stuff on my check list like learn how to drive, and watch last house on the left...&lt;br /&gt;Went to P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enang&lt;/span&gt;  and Kulim for 5 days and I can assure you that I had gained weight just by eating in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; for a day. After church on Sunday, we went to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt;, probably the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; there is in the whole universe, then off to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;orchard&lt;/span&gt; and my dad ordered 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt; plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mangosteens&lt;/span&gt; (and no, a family of 3 wont eat 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt; all by themselves, we needed help from my cousin, uncle n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; :P) then it was off to the beach to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;udang&lt;/span&gt; rebus...5 huge prawns in one plate, RM25......siao....Oh and did I mention that this was all for lunch?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Then the week after that we went to M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alacca&lt;/span&gt; for a day trip and ate chicken rice balls...chicken rice wont taste this good if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; come in ball form :P then went around the town looking at antiques and visiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt; ho museum as well as an art gallery. Had tons of fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know Malaysia was that interesting..&lt;br /&gt;And now, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing this, today will be the last day of my holidays...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sobbbb&lt;/span&gt;! Its back to learning about things we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; apply in our daily life again! Joy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6290443397827414298?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6290443397827414298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6290443397827414298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6290443397827414298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6290443397827414298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-of-rest.html' title='Last Day of Rest'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7395810964429730907</id><published>2009-07-02T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:33:39.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><title type='text'>If I Were Mean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Objective: Are you mean and sarcastic? Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt;? If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are! If no, then you should try at least once in your life with this note.*oh you don't wanna know.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rule: Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.(YR stands for Your Response.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If an annoying person says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) I am cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: cute is usually used for animals and babies, n since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; not a baby......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) I am the most beautiful/handsome:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; you are, just please let me cover my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: and you are??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academic thingy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: and you have zero awards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5) You don’t know me? I am Bruneian artist; I have albums.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: sorry, still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; ring a bell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If an annoying hot woman/man says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) I know you like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; not talking to a mirror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;, i was looking at your friend....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: oh, so your type is not nice?? you're right, opposites &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; attract&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: If I were rich, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; let u sit on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lamborghini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5) Look, I am pretty/handsome; I can make people hate you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: yeah, when they see me with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If an annoying extremely ugly woman/man says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) I think you and I can make a good couple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) May I have your cell phone? please please please?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: sure, that will be 2000 bucks...tax and shipping, not included&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;, want me to call your mum to tuck you into bed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) What do you like about me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: is this a trick question?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i cant think of anything.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: sorry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not supposed to tell lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If your enemy says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1)Hi bitch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: ignores her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; shes talking to a dog again &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) You smell like shit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; toilette&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) What an ugly creature you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: takes one to know one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) I am going to kick your ass in this race for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: the only way you can kick my ass is to be at the back of me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If your annoying ex says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) I still love you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: i love you too brother!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) I know you still love me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know much either&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) Please, go back with me honey/hubby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: sorry, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go for used roses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) Please call me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: cant, just deleted your number&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5) The break up hurt me so much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: want me to call the doctor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If an annoying salesperson says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) Wow! You are so pretty/handsome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: so why do i need to buy your product then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) Seriously, I used this product and I've Changed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: in to a??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) We are giving a discount up to 50%!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: so, i still have to pay the other 50%..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) This one is good sir/madam. Buy sir/madam, buy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YR: if its that good, you would have bought it already..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I tag: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aveenaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ayesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daniel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eunice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Randall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7395810964429730907?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7395810964429730907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7395810964429730907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7395810964429730907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7395810964429730907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-mean.html' title='If I Were Mean...'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7522984989974568856</id><published>2009-06-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:25:37.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want you back'/><title type='text'>RIP MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was known as the King of Pop, and no one has ever taken his place. He broke down racial barriers after being the 1st African American to appear on MTV. He spoke his mind through his music, giving inspirational as well as peace and love related messages to the ears of listeners. I admire the wonderful messages he has shared through his songs, and best of all he has never disrespected women or treat women as mere objects of pleasure like some artists do in this era. I admire his one of a kind moonwalk, his brave sense of fashion ( white gloves n socks :P) and his 'I don't care what people say' attitude. Its a waste that my generation won't be able to see first hand what a good performer he was. Enough said, rest in peace mj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7522984989974568856?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7522984989974568856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7522984989974568856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7522984989974568856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7522984989974568856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html' title='RIP MJ'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-9131772790208562638</id><published>2009-06-16T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:46:55.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Bowls Please'/><title type='text'>The Holiday Diary</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; thinks that posting tags on my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; count as an update, I guess I will write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that 1 month of holidays is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; to short, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i know, crazy but time seems to fly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; fast! Am I the only one feeling this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did during the Holidays, so far :P&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to a Youth Enrichment Seminar after Eunice begged me to, she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; persuasive :P&lt;br /&gt;Kept on asking her bout the toilet conditions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; yea, I probably have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to toilets :P But I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;greeeaat&lt;/span&gt; time there, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reaally&lt;/span&gt; uplifting! What a good way to spend the holidays :) Sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hymns&lt;/span&gt;, learned about God's word and met great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went out with Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sann&lt;/span&gt;, who just came back from Singapore :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ASEAN&lt;/span&gt; scholarship, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haizz&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;Talked, ate sushi and walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;loaads&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; present for a friend :P Then we ate some doughnuts and I let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; have the bigger piece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I admit, Big Apple's doughnuts are pretty good, but will it kill them to put the nutrition facts?! :P I do wanna know how much saturated fats my gut is absorbing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; sisters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Goeh&lt;/span&gt; Soon and Sandra to have lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;. Cant believe they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; eaten there before :P Love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt; meat balls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; :) Then went to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ikea's&lt;/span&gt; ice cream with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sandiee&lt;/span&gt;, 1 buck only!! Intended on watching Drag me to Hell but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; sisters were too afraid and bailed on us! :P So Sandie and I watched Night at the Museum which is not as funny as the 1st one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the Curve with college friends, ate sushi again :P The food was awesome, but seriously expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;aakk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; dare order popcorn after that :P Watched 17 Again since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LOLAA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to watch Drag me to Hell :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Haizzzz&lt;/span&gt;. But despite having to look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Efrons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;blueek&lt;/span&gt; face (sorry, just hate him) the movie was pretty good, better than I had expected, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt; is a good actor...I will wash this keyboard later... Said bye to Juliana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; shes leaving HELP. S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt; gonna miss her random laughing and her match making business :P THANKS FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;EVERYTHINGG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;JUJU&lt;/span&gt;!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Going off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; soon, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; is just 5 hours away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I have been doing, I know you envy me :P But after the holidays, its back to studying like a pig. So I will embrace and cherish this period of rest, thank you very much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-9131772790208562638?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/9131772790208562638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=9131772790208562638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/9131772790208562638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/9131772790208562638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-diary.html' title='The Holiday Diary'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1444202048390706024</id><published>2009-06-16T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:57:51.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanted by you'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Jolene on Fb :)</title><content type='html'>Instructions; do this quiz . Remove 1 question from the quiz . Replace it with your own question . Tag 9 people to do this quiz. Post this quiz in your blog . Have fun ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 )Who is the most important person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Family n friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What will you die without?&lt;br /&gt;Food (kinder buenos), water, clothing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What will you do if tomorrow is the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;Start praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you believe in angels or fairy tales?&lt;br /&gt;Angels! Is cinderella considered a fairy tale :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What did you eat this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What did you do, during 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from sleep/ still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What is your favourite Disney prinvess movie?&lt;br /&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Will you choose to live in an island alone or to live with an island full of annoying people?Why? Alone, i am already an only child :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)What was the last text in your inbox? who was it from?&lt;br /&gt;From daniel, 'yes i did'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;17 Again.. ok ok it was not bad..despite zac efron being in it.. :P better than night at the museum (aah, cant believe i just wrote that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Who was the last person you talked on the line?&lt;br /&gt;My mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Do you believe in fairytales in real life?&lt;br /&gt;Like cinderella?? :P mayyybe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;Abuhden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Whats your favorite cartoon?&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)What was the oldest message you received in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Who is your bff?&lt;br /&gt;Dont really believe in bffs, i know how emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Do you have any nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Siu mai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah! Just watched 17 Again! But nooo, cuz this was the last time I would ever get to see Juju :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)What are you proud of ?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.. thou shall not be proud :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Define the meaning of friends.&lt;br /&gt;People that are with u thru the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 )Differentiate what is love and what is like.&lt;br /&gt;what is this?! an  english test?! Love more emotion to it?? I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Are you bored now?&lt;br /&gt;If I wasnt bored I would not be doing this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Black or white?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Do you believe that dreams do come true?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 )What was the meanest thing you had done?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh, cant remember... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What annoys you most?&lt;br /&gt;The sound of mosquitoes ready to suck blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Who annoys you most?&lt;br /&gt;Barney..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Have you ever done crimes?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Whats the color of your room?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Noooo, thou shall not kill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;...what kinda question is this?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)Who was the last person you dreamt?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i cant remember.. I wish I could though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)Have you ever learnt any musical instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Lets seee, organ, piano, violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)Does the person you like knows that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)Do you play games often?&lt;br /&gt;Naah, I prefer watching tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39)If you have to choose between friends and love which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40)What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, why dont u guess????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41)Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;SKBB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42)Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;God, mum, dad, ballack :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43)Which month are you born?&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44)Where are you now ?&lt;br /&gt;in my study room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45)What was the worst incident in your life so far?&lt;br /&gt;Urrrr, hmmmmm, uhhrrrmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46)When was your last time you sat an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Bali, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47)Who are you missing now?&lt;br /&gt;Andieeee, Juju :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1444202048390706024?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1444202048390706024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1444202048390706024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1444202048390706024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1444202048390706024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-jolene-on-fb.html' title='Tagged by Jolene on Fb :)'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2750760636373928519</id><published>2009-06-11T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:04:00.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now u know 100 questions more about me'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Laura on Fb :)</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: mango smmothie. mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Aveena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Ego by Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: cant remember laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: No way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: Money wise yeah, dumb TMC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: Complicated question with a complicated answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: Thank goodness no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: NO, its holidayss man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. uhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: of ocurse laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: eh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: no laa, not like lola :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: YES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: my close frineds ARE my true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: YES :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list on fb do you know in real life: most of them except this one spanish girl, dont know why she add me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: well its not your ordinary pet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Naahh, although my name is quite unusual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: tgi, moviieeee, dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 11.30, hehehe. Didnt sleep at all the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: talked, played cards till 6 am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: road trip!!! night at the museum 2222222!! irinaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: a minute ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: nothin much to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now : homer simpson shouting oh my ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: nothinnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: facebook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: Sue May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: siu mai...yeos soya cincau..ballack.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Saggitarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School?: SKBB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?: SMKSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?: HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: brownish black with 4 strands of white hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 164 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: someoneS :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: hmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: ewwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: when i was delevered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: andieeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: ehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: i dont knowww, to the hospital?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: watch tv and publish this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: didnt u ask that just now?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting on: the world to change.. not likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? : ayoiiii, 2 laa, how many times nust tell u... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: Nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: Noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: i should have glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: ................ ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: hopefully not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: yeaaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: have ceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: YESSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: NOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: uhhhhh, depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?:  yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: Nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: last december, andiiiee should have stayed longer :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: when andiieee was here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?:  AFRAID?!?! siaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?:  This is torture laaaa lolaaaa :P i'll be rebelious this time, NO :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2750760636373928519?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2750760636373928519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2750760636373928519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2750760636373928519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2750760636373928519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-laura-on-fb.html' title='Tagged by Laura on Fb :)'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-4267262876531981119</id><published>2009-05-29T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:52:37.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Genes'/><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bio exams coming up on Monday. So of course i had to study my head off, revising about cystic fibrosis, albinism and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After studying about how one base in our gene can affect the whole functioning of the protein and the cell, I felt like woooaahhh! Imagine, me and most of us created perfect genetically. Who cares about how you look like physically, God made sure every base in our DNA, every protein in our body is functioning the way it should be. And just imagine ONE missing amino acid would result in cystic fibrosis, one additional chromosome will result in Downs Syndrome. Just one slip up could result in you being a non functional being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those of you who complain about how you look like physically, DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;Just be glad that you are born perfect genetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who aren't wish they were you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-4267262876531981119?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4267262876531981119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=4267262876531981119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4267262876531981119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4267262876531981119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3180006706110266210</id><published>2009-05-11T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:54:26.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scaremeonthemonthofmay'/><title type='text'>May Birthdays be in May!</title><content type='html'>There are 3 people in my class that have birthdays on the month of May. So we decided to have dinner together at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt; and watch a movie as well. The movie we watched was Coming Soon, a scary Thai horror movie that caused me to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt; the next day. But props to the director of the movie, it had a really well thought story line. My friend 'Lola' was complaining during the movie saying it was torture watching it on her 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday :P That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I insisted on watching it over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xmen&lt;/span&gt;. But every 18 year old has to build courage, no? :P So that was probably a good stepping stone :D&lt;br /&gt;After raising our blood pressure to the max, we went for dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate Juliana's, Laura's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zhin&lt;/span&gt;i's 18th birthday. The food was really good and so was the cake! But I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TGI&lt;/span&gt; Fridays mud cake I ate on my birthday (thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; :P) was way better. But in the end it wasn't about the movie, the frequent matchmaking of boys courtesy of Juliana or the delicious Cajun Club Sandwich I had for dinner, it was the time spent together, the screams the laughter and the joy of getting older together :P&lt;br /&gt;So once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIANA, LAURA &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ZHIN&lt;/span&gt;I!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3180006706110266210?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3180006706110266210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3180006706110266210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3180006706110266210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3180006706110266210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-birthdays-be-in-may.html' title='May Birthdays be in May!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3694151886356726133</id><published>2009-04-30T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:17:54.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touch My Hand'/><title type='text'>Eunice Hereeee :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heloo theree !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eunice hereee. The awesomest awesomest ever. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahah. I hacked into Susu's blog, yo ! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's soo lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's soo crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But she's still so awesome. ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GONNA WATCH AMERICAN IDOL, YO !&lt;br /&gt;We hate adam the gayyy !! :p&lt;br /&gt;Kaysh, shall spam another day. Cyaa'&lt;br /&gt;(PS, I did her new background, yo! awesome right ? :p Anyways, if u cant see it, just keep refreshing for about 3 times and wait. :p or be patient n just wait, no need to refresh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;muaahs,&lt;br /&gt;eunicequay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3694151886356726133?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3694151886356726133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3694151886356726133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3694151886356726133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3694151886356726133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice-hereeee-d.html' title='Eunice Hereeee :D'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-4250122782802915578</id><published>2009-04-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:35:53.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menopausal flea?'/><title type='text'>The Daphnia Project</title><content type='html'>This has to be one of the highlight experiments of the year! Looking into a RM3000 microscope and counting the number of heart beats per minute of the D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aphnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now that is what I call science :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had to take these D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aphnias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that is water fleas from this huge beaker filled with brown stuff and a plant. I could see from the side of the beaker that they were jumping up and down in the water, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We used a dropper to take a couple of them and placed it on a glass slide. Then we used some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cotton to&lt;/span&gt; keep them in place so that they wont move around :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then under the microscope they went! After that we had to put drops of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; on the water flee, and by then their hearts started beating like 200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beats per minute! Those of you who have never gotten a chance to see a flee up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; this is how it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Daphnia head" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Daphnia_fg02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/21/Daphnia_magna01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/21/Daphnia_magna01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this flea has eggs in her body so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not exactly what i saw under the microscope. Mine was egg free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Dapnia abdomen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Daphnia_fg03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-4250122782802915578?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4250122782802915578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=4250122782802915578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4250122782802915578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4250122782802915578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/daphnia-project.html' title='The Daphnia Project'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3855301723321778427</id><published>2009-04-09T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:19:01.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Alvin</title><content type='html'>1).Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt; hand :P im the queen!!&lt;br /&gt;2). How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;like i wanna go back to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;3). Who were the last people you took a photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;Urr, no one :P Aveena was taking candid pics of me :S&lt;br /&gt;4). Would you consider yourself spoiled ?&lt;br /&gt;maybeee&lt;br /&gt;5). Will you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;maybeee&lt;br /&gt;6). Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;i wont say best friends, close friends :)&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, me too, i look kinda weird :P&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;why alvin tagged me when he himself thinks that this is a weird quiz :P&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;while im blogging, noooooo. other times, can :D&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;11.30&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, of course!&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person(s) who text you ?&lt;br /&gt;Lauraaa :D&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky or maybe even UNlucky Person to do this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone whos free since the people i tag dont really do it anyway :P avveenaaacoughcough :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3855301723321778427?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3855301723321778427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3855301723321778427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3855301723321778427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3855301723321778427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-alvin.html' title='Tagged by Alvin'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5106931147238292743</id><published>2009-04-06T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:42:15.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muscle cramp'/><title type='text'>Race of Rights</title><content type='html'>My friends and I signed up for this race of rights thing organised by a club in my college. Its not the running till u pant kinda race, instead its something like the amazing race but more tiring since we only rely on public transport (taxis not included) to get to our destinations. We walked lots, all around KL finding for suspects and looking for clues. They made us do tasks before they gave us a clue to solve the mystery. There was one task where the dude, asked us to take a picture of the side of the high court and the centre of the high court, also known as Bangunan Sultan Abdul Samad. And when we completed it, the mean dude who gave the task told us that we had to be in the picture which he didn't mention before! We were so pissed that we started laughing hysterically cuz we were too tired to beat him up :P  So we had to walk there all over again, with the scorching hot sun beaming on our heads. To top that off, that wasn't the only task he required us to do and we were running short of time. So he adviced us not to continue cuz it would be impossible to finish the 2nd and 3rd tasks with the amount of time we had left to get back to the finish line. So Mr Meanie, we spent another 30 minutes repeating the task while having to walk in the scorching hot sun for nothing?!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we had lots of fun, we went from Bangsar to Kota Raya to Pasar Seni and then to Masjid Jamek. Kinda surprised that we didn't get lost :P Although we didn't have time to go to KLCC to look for a shoe or Times Square to look for Suspect 3, it was a really interesting experience, took a Rapid KL bus for the 1st time :P We even managed to drink the air mata kuching at Petaling Street which is the best eva! Well, that's what my dad said, and I agree :P But we had some scary moments as well, like when I was walking, this beggar holding a pack of cigarettes was coming up to me with a huge smile on his face expecting me to give him some money. I was really scared cuz he made some weird noises that forced me to get at the back of my guy friend who was like a shield to all of us since we were a 3 girl one guy team. Then the crazy beggar dude pretended like nothing happened and went off! My friend also saw this random guy ready to let down his pants next to her and so she quickly pulled my guy friend in front of her for protection :P Only in the city you can experience freaky stuff like these! Visit KL 2009 :D&lt;br /&gt;From all that walking ( 10 to 4, mind you) its no surprise that I suffered muscle cramps the next day :P I don't think we are gonna win the 800 bucks but it was definitely a priceless experience I'll never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5106931147238292743?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5106931147238292743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5106931147238292743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5106931147238292743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5106931147238292743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-of-rights.html' title='Race of Rights'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3980696858028835604</id><published>2009-04-03T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:24:27.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick carter was hot'/><title type='text'>I Want it That Way</title><content type='html'>Every time I listen to fly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fm&lt;/span&gt;, songs by the Backstreet Boys would never fail to come up... And every time they do, I'll be all nostalgic, thinking about the 90s and how unpolluted the lyrics were. Like seriously, the lyrics to the songs today are rubbish, mean nothing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unsoulful&lt;/span&gt;. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they are all about dancing in the club or looking at hot chicks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get me started on the music videos. On the other hand, songs by the Backstreet Boys, are so meaningful, although its mostly about love :P Their songs are melodious and so evergreen! My friend and I would  randomly sing 'I want it that way' whether we are in class or at the bus or just to annoy a certain someone :P If only song like these are played more frequently and if only the public favour songs that are meaningful rather than songs that are violent or imply women as mere objects of pleasure. Therefore, I have decided to add songs by the Backstreet Boys to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; to remind me of how songs of past were and will always be. Those who like the Backstreet Boys say I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3980696858028835604?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3980696858028835604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3980696858028835604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3980696858028835604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3980696858028835604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-it-that-way.html' title='I Want it That Way'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1645498288743570523</id><published>2009-03-31T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:10:36.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still 17'/><title type='text'>The Blood Donation Drive</title><content type='html'>Man, forgot to update on the blood donation drive :P Well surprisingly, there were 80 donors in total and there were more donors than there were blood bags :P It was an interesting experience, got to see how the nurses took out blood from the donor's veins, hehe. I like gruesome stuff so..&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : The nurse will poke your finger with a needle to withdraw two drops of blood. The nurse would test your blood with 2 solutions. So if your blood drop turns bright red when it is reacts with the solutions then its a green light for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: The nurse will then check your blood pressure and if its too low, they will ask you to walk first before you can donate and if your bp is high, you end your adventure here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: You will lie down on a bed, and that is when the action starts. Sadly, I forgot how it starts but all i know is that your blood will get transferred to a bag by a tube. You will have to endure this for 20 minutes so you have just enough time to reflect on your past mistakes in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ADVENTURE ENDS HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I probably wont be donating blood soon. Besides, I'm under aged till 2010 :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went to give out tracks again...haha, lets just say a 14 year old did better than me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1645498288743570523?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1645498288743570523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1645498288743570523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1645498288743570523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1645498288743570523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-donation-drive.html' title='The Blood Donation Drive'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7714868621144109086</id><published>2009-03-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:04:23.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randall better be happy now'/><title type='text'>Have a Flyer</title><content type='html'>Thursday&lt;br /&gt;7.00 Got back from college.&lt;br /&gt;7.30 Rushed to eat and the doorbell rang, it was Sandra! Then one after another the rest of our church youths came.&lt;br /&gt;9.00 Headed to Tropicana City to distribute flyers about the blood donation drive that our church is having. I felt, so..so... REJECTED when people didn't want to take the flyers I tried handing out :( I only manage to give tracks to like what, 5 people!?! Ohhh, was my spirit dampen! To top that off, I saw some of the flyers on the floor! For goodness gracious, fellow Malaysians, please do not litter and at least respect the flyer by throwing it into a proper place, hmmm, i think its called a RUBBISH BIN! Sometimes I get the feeling that Malaysians think that trash cans are for decorative purposes only...Now I have learned my lesson: Happily accept flyers from workers/ sales people.&lt;br /&gt;11.00 Was at Goeh Soon's car listening to songs, and that is when he started to show off his vocals, hehe. He claimed that he could sing My Immortal by Evenesence (those of you who don't know, the song is verrrry high pitched, normally sung by girls :P) And Sandra and I were WOWed by his vocals, a lil creepy but man, he can hit the high notes better than me! Sandra and I were speechless but we were laughing lots :D&lt;br /&gt;11.30 Went to a housing area to distribute tracks in the middle of the night. People would probably think we are crazy or somethin... We broke off into teams and went to distribute the tracks. Some of the houses had scary dogs barking as if they sensed danger so I didn't dare put the flyers into the mailbox. I made Goeh Soon do it :D Then there was this creepy house filled with plants and creepers. The gate was covered by a huge bush. The bedroom windows were covered with vines, man, talk about privacy. It wont be surprising if they have plants inside the house as well.&lt;br /&gt;12.00 Said bye to Michelle, Chi Leong and King Sien (not sure how to spell his name :P) and Goeh Soon, Sandra and I headed to a mamak restaurant and talked about life. Goeh Soon the love guru advised us on relationship matters and we had an interesting chat. I guess its not easy dating people outside the church.&lt;br /&gt;Went back at 12.30 and slept like a pig. I had fun and fellowship so its all good. Hopefully the blood donation drive would be a success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7714868621144109086?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7714868621144109086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7714868621144109086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7714868621144109086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7714868621144109086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-flyer.html' title='Have a Flyer'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5512860279557752911</id><published>2009-03-16T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:18:29.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Eunice, Again!</title><content type='html'>Mark the stupid things you've done, then add up the number of questions you marked. Then multiply by two and you get your stupidness over 100.&lt;br /&gt;1. [ ] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [ ] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;br /&gt;3. [ ] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;br /&gt;4. [ ]Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [ ]Choked on your own saliva while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [x]Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x]Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;br /&gt;10. [x]Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love-potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [x]Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;br /&gt;13. [x ]Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [ ]Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [ ] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;br /&gt;17. [ ]Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [x] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;19. [x]Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [ ] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [ ] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on.&lt;br /&gt;22. [ ] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;23. [ ]Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;no 24?? oh well. bonus :P&lt;br /&gt;25. [x]Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [x]It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [x] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [ ]Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;br /&gt;29. [ ]Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [ ] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Running total:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [ ]After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;32. [ ]Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x]Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x]Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot&lt;br /&gt;36. [ ]Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on.&lt;br /&gt;37. [x]Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [ ]Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;39. [x]Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [ ] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someones shoes by accident.&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [ ] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;br /&gt;44. [ ] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it!&lt;br /&gt;47. [ ] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 20&lt;br /&gt;Total: 40%&lt;br /&gt;Awww, man! Eunice beat my score :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5512860279557752911?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5512860279557752911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5512860279557752911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5512860279557752911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5512860279557752911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-eunice-again.html' title='Tagged by Eunice, Again!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2878790038306911088</id><published>2009-03-15T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T04:58:17.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when reality bores you'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Eunice</title><content type='html'>Rules: Write your ten wishes, then tag more than 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish:&lt;br /&gt;1. I could go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;2. My family, relatives and everyone that I care about could go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;3. I could have a good husband, I know, corny :P&lt;br /&gt;4. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get picked for NS :(&lt;br /&gt;5. I have dog that poos in the toilet, so I wont have to pick up its droppings :D&lt;br /&gt;6. I could make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; dessert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eva&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;7. For an electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;8. People wont say the F word or hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; hell is real to me&lt;br /&gt;9. I could see Andrea more often and not just once a year&lt;br /&gt;10.I had 10 more wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ayesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Randall&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lyn&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2878790038306911088?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2878790038306911088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2878790038306911088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2878790038306911088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2878790038306911088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-eunice.html' title='Tagged by Eunice'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2263239989308031985</id><published>2009-03-12T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:41:24.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now im bored'/><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>Got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; results, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAPPPPYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Cant believe my results, its like living in a dream world or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;. Till, now I still cant believe it! My heart was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pounding&lt;/span&gt; so hard like it was ready to burst out. My history teacher gave me that 'I cant hide it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; longer smile'. And when I saw my results I wanted to break down in tears. Fortunately for the camera man, my mouth was open as wide as a cow when I saw the white piece of paper with my grades on it, all subjects having the same grade! I was so happy!!! Oh thank you God!! My grandma even told me she prayed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; that I might be able to pass with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; and I headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;out to&lt;/span&gt; the foyer, and there comes this news reporter and a camera man wanting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; people who got good results. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; and her BIG MOUTH (:P) told them my results, and then the reporter INSISTED that she interview me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ahhhrrrrrrggghhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; is gonna get it!!! Man, I probably looked like some sweating emotional pig trying to think of what to say to the camera lens.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I was pretty happy, a still cant believe it and never will experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2263239989308031985?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2263239989308031985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2263239989308031985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2263239989308031985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2263239989308031985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1555730502808291362</id><published>2009-03-11T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:31:28.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zzzzzzzz'/><title type='text'>The Sun Before the Storm</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day before I get my SPM results... And honestly, I didn't realise it until today when my friend reminded me about it, hehehe. Well I'm not gonna be emo and sad, in fact, I'm actually pretty emotionless now. Maybe that's cuz I had the funnest day ever today before I have to face my worst nightmare. Hmm, lets see what I did...&lt;br /&gt;1. Went for lunch, then ice cream at McDs&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to this cyber cafe and played pool and fuzzball there. I don't recommend anyone to go there unless you wanna experience second hand smoking or darkness or the smell of cigarettes on your clothes :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Took pictures with my friends, posing with the pool stick :P&lt;br /&gt;4. Went back to college to played more fuzzball and ping pong&lt;br /&gt;5. We were late for class cuz our class was supposed to be at another block, so we had to walk in the rain with raindrops falling on our heads&lt;br /&gt;6. Felt a huge gush of wind blowing at us, thought that I was gonna be Mary Poppin's umbrella :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with all that excitement, I'm hoping that it would take my mind off a certain something, and thankfully, its successfully working, for now. Uh, just hope that I can sleep tonight :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1555730502808291362?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1555730502808291362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1555730502808291362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1555730502808291362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1555730502808291362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun-before-storm.html' title='The Sun Before the Storm'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2909926566397694354</id><published>2009-03-04T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:06:58.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Fav TV show'/><title type='text'>Lesson Learned from Ugly Betty</title><content type='html'>Last week, I watched this episode of Ugly Betty and the message of the show really got to me. Betty, the four eyed, braces wearing, geeky looking girl is kinda the innocent girl in her work place. The people around her are... well,...drunkards, sex addicts, meanies, gays and basically any other person you can find on the face of the earth, all in one work place. Although, Betty doesn't agree with Daniel's (her boss) actions of sleeping with women frequently, she doesn't look down on him nor treat him differently. On the contrary, she treats him as a friend and a human being. And this is something that I find hard to instill in myself. When i don't agree with a person's actions, for example.. dressing up as if a girl was about to hit the hooker club or smoking, I tend to stay away from them to kinda protect myself from temptation. But in Matthew 9:12, Christ said, "Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick."&lt;br /&gt;Instead of condemning people because of their actions that I don't agree on, I should well, maybe be an example to others, and in order to do that, I guess I have to be more open and understanding. Which for me, is a hard thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2909926566397694354?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2909926566397694354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2909926566397694354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2909926566397694354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2909926566397694354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/03/lesson-learned-from-ugly-betty.html' title='Lesson Learned from Ugly Betty'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-298654552385054841</id><published>2009-02-21T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:43:40.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a quote by charlie deplama'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christ is my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is my reason for living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And my hope for dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-298654552385054841?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/298654552385054841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=298654552385054841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/298654552385054841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/298654552385054841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6484422461762548457</id><published>2009-02-19T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:19:08.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Randall</title><content type='html'>Copy and paste and put your own answers in. The purpose of this is to get to know your friends better and it's so much fun!Here are the rules - post this list on your profile (in Notes) replacing my answers with yours. (You can add the notes tab to your profile page!Tag 25 people to do the same thingIf I tagged YOU, it's because I want to know more about YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Dont think there are many people by the name of sue may in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIed?&lt;br /&gt;if randall dont tell then i dont tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Its one of a kind. Most guys have better handwriting than i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAL?&lt;br /&gt;Mc Value meal!! naaaaaah! Whatever my mum cooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if you converse with me 1st, cuz im not the brave one. I think im a decent person :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;When someone starts or when i have nothing better to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Huh? I know its somethin you take out of your mouth... the only thing taken out of my mouth is teeth so, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why not? Sounds fun, if my life is secured or course :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Honey stars!! but lazy to put the cereal and milk into a bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world does that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Macha ice cream (green tea) n strawberries n cream from baskin robbins, mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;Face, its the 1st thing you should see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be taller!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Andrea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;If they wanna live :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Pattern pants, not wearing shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, where is no 20?! Randall!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Boyzone- Love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Blue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;chanel no 5, ahaha, thats what u hear in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Someone asking for my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea football!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;brown black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;No, but i think i need glasses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;Sushi and chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;scary movies, somethimes happy endings can be cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Urrr.....Bedtime Stories, so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR OF SHIRT DO YOU LIKE TO WEAR?&lt;br /&gt;As long as its not rainbow colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;both laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO?&lt;br /&gt;food and entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;teachers, put my blur face on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Bible, reading a chapter a day b4 i go to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;Some calculator thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;The Nanny, Unfabulous.. wanna watch the new season of csi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE SOUND(S)?&lt;br /&gt;Sound of guitar strummings, indie rock (an aquired taste only), sound of something being fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;New york, new york!! I miss that place :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;i can eat bitter gourds and brinjals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 WHERE WHERE WERE U BORN?&lt;br /&gt;KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to anyones' , hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the tv, and there he was, kicking a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Aveena&lt;br /&gt;Ayesha&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;Joshie&lt;br /&gt;Sue Hsien&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6484422461762548457?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6484422461762548457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6484422461762548457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6484422461762548457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6484422461762548457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-randall.html' title='Tagged by Randall'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1776124203364106147</id><published>2009-02-14T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:30:40.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing more to say'/><title type='text'>-ve vs +ve</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been into a room where every one was filled with positive energy except one person?&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel that because of that someone, all your positive energy has been sucked out of you making you feel nothing but angry?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that negativity experienced by someone can be passed to another in just a matter of seconds?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that this negative aura can be so overpowering and infectious?&lt;br /&gt;How can positive energy be so easily defeated?&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; that someone get that what he/she does affects the person who is caught in the middle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1776124203364106147?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1776124203364106147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1776124203364106147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1776124203364106147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1776124203364106147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/02/ve-vs-ve.html' title='-ve vs +ve'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1180612427195560295</id><published>2009-02-06T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:34:06.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moral teacher is the worse of them all'/><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Its really surprising that the weather in KL nowadays is pretty cold (22 degrees Celsius at night). Normally, the sun would be glaring and the weather would be humid this time of the year. But of course I'm not complaining, just find it a lil weird.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the weather, u know those dark thunder clouds that cartoonists draw above heads of people who feel moody and angry? i feel like my moral and physics teacher should have one of those above their heads. Why, u might ask?&lt;br /&gt;1. The are annoyed most of the time&lt;br /&gt;2. They are freakishly egoistic&lt;br /&gt;3. He doesn't seem to have much moral ethics ( yes, its the moral teacher who doesn't practice what he preaches)&lt;br /&gt;4. He is so childish ( the physics teacher that said WHATEVA to me when I corrected him during an experiment. Someone might be suffering from a mid age crisis...)&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how they turned out that way.... Maybe its the subjects they teach that made them like this, and that is no surprise to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1180612427195560295?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1180612427195560295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1180612427195560295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1180612427195560295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1180612427195560295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/02/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5571909829270662865</id><published>2009-01-28T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:20:36.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents rock'/><title type='text'>It's 2009... again</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I haven't been updating for a looooooong time but that's cuz I have nothing THAT interesting to write, yes college is great yeahdayeahda, then what?&lt;br /&gt;Although...there is one point I would like to make to justify that school is better than college. The school gets 1 WEEK off but we only get 2 days!! Isn't it sad and disgusting to spend CNY in college when we could have gotten ang pows and food instead?? Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Penang, Kulim and Ipoh as usual. I got really pissed during the 2nd day of CNY when my cousin told me that he wants to stay at my house for 1 and a half years, going to the same college as I do!! And I'm not even that close to HIM cuz he has some serious issues (he told me that if he stays at my house, at least he would get to see my 'beautiful' face when he wakes up in the morning... SICK!! Hes my cousin doh!) Uhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, this CNY was good, got to see both my grandparents from Kulim and Ipoh. I have to say that I'm really thankful to have 2 sets of grandparents (sets, can I say that?) who are still alive. They bring cheer, laughter and copious amounts of food! For that, I am thankful to God that I can experience the joy that they bring into my life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5571909829270662865?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5571909829270662865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5571909829270662865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5571909829270662865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5571909829270662865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009-again.html' title='It&apos;s 2009... again'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7656356729063705950</id><published>2009-01-10T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:52:10.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting and new experience'/><title type='text'>One of the Boys</title><content type='html'>This was the plan:&lt;br /&gt;Have a get together with Ming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nazran&lt;/span&gt; who came back from Aussie and UK respectively for the holidays. Called 4 girls and 2 guys join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turnout:&lt;br /&gt;Ming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;, Jonathan and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction:&lt;br /&gt;At 1st I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; anxious, scared that it would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;akward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event:&lt;br /&gt;It was fun! We did guys stuff, and surprisingly I enjoyed this new experience :P We went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cafe next to the cinema to play, u guessed it, Counter Strike! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, at 1st, I was shot dead a lot in the blizzard, but when I got the hang of it...... Nah, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really get the hang of it! But, but... i did manage to kill some people. And my friends were pretty supportive despite the frequent deaths of yours truly :P&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AnW&lt;/span&gt; and chatted a lot about life and computer games :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a computer gamer junkie but i like to hear about them, and anything that interest my friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, memories of the times that they were part of my school life filled my head :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, those good old days.......&lt;br /&gt;Went to play another round of Counter Strike and then headed to the arcade to play House of the Dead 4. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; fun, but it was kinda tiring holding the plastic gun and shaking it for it to reload :P&lt;br /&gt;Then played f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;oosball&lt;/span&gt; and pool and Max Payne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I really enjoyed myself! Moral of the story, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter what we do with our friends, we will have fun anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7656356729063705950?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7656356729063705950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7656356729063705950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7656356729063705950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7656356729063705950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-boys.html' title='One of the Boys'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7511675735756028972</id><published>2009-01-07T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:08:27.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contented'/><title type='text'>College Life</title><content type='html'>I was pretty scared going to college for the 1st time as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know what to expect. Called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times, contemplated on what to wear for minutes, tried to figure out what to bring....stuff like that. I made a promise to myself to be more sociable, truth is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; one of the most antisocial people you can find on the face of the earth. Surprisingly, I talked to some of the seniors who were part of the student council and I must say that they are really friendly. All along, I believed that most seniors were snobby and we as juniors are unworthy to be in their presence. Guess I was wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; nice!&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I was in a different class compared to my schoolmates. How I felt?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, lets see, I was sad, annoyed and pissed (duh!) But because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a big believer in fate, I accepted what was given to me with a half hearted smile :\&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 3rd day of college and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; proud to say that I have made new friends, surprise, surprise! And of course, stick to the friends that I have known since secondary school. Despite the fact that the class is as cold as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Antarctica&lt;/span&gt;, I really enjoy college. 100 times better than school! No uniforms, we can walk where ever we like, a 2 hour break, a game room, cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caucasians&lt;/span&gt;, what more could I ask for??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7511675735756028972?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7511675735756028972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7511675735756028972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7511675735756028972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7511675735756028972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-life.html' title='College Life'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2662621502211973189</id><published>2008-12-31T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:50:09.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not just another day'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, looks like 2009 has started with a bang, by bang, I mean the fireworks that exploded with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt; colours of brilliance.. okay forget the sentiment now, I am so freakishly sad, depressed and sleepy. After all the hard work and the countless amount of challenges that I have faced since 2008, its like i have to start all over again, another year, another 365 days of labour and strive. If only 2009 wouldn't come, if only December consisted of 50 days, if only if only.&lt;br /&gt;As I gazed up to the sky, looking at the fireworks that displayed such happiness and optimism, I felt nothing. The wonderful display was a contrast as to what i felt deep inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of toil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another day of misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I should be thankful for another day that God has provided for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day of thankfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day of prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day of redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another day to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2009 will bring me more joy instead of sorrow, to everyone who reads my blog, may you all have a blessed year ahead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2662621502211973189?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2662621502211973189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2662621502211973189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2662621502211973189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2662621502211973189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-4262070378343519350</id><published>2008-12-24T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:21:45.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be continued'/><title type='text'>DU COC Church Camp- Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep well, woke up at 4 in the morning. Disturbed by coughing sounds in the room next to mine. Recharged myself by playing badminton and ping pong (my 1st time playing ping pong), then went to my friend's room to watch some Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks, the fat little chipmunk was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute! Didn't follow the adults that were going jungle trekking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; there are leeches in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt; :P Instead, Zach, Sandra, Beverly and I went exploring on our own, along the road, were no leeches were to be found. There were some steep stairs that were leading up to a small hill so we decided to be all adventurous and went to see what was at the top of the hill. Turns out, it was some kind of praying site. There was a red looking pitch fork in the middle of the site and a can of beer next to it :P&lt;br /&gt;Walked near the golf course and took some pictures of us and the scenery. When there were cars coming our way, Zach would take on the role as a traffic police, conducting traffic by whistling waving his hands like a pro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, you should see the look of the drivers' faces, they probably thought that we were mentally retarded kids :P Then Zach decided to do that to a real police officer that was driving towards us. The policeman stopped. Oh no :P&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he was friendly man, and asked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;matsalleh&lt;/span&gt; friend where he was going and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;. Went back, for lunch and went out again to see a waterfall. Wanted to have scones at the Ye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Olde&lt;/span&gt; Smokehouse but they were all full, wanted to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pisang&lt;/span&gt; at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; store but they ran out of bananas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mannn&lt;/span&gt;! Was contented with the cookies that I bought, ate them all. Had steamboat for dinner, then had devotion and singing. The devotion was about Daniel and his friends who stood up for what they believe in and were willing to be martyrs for they trusted in the Lord. Then we played charades and my team won! After that the youth stayed back to sing some songs. I learned this song, (the lyrics might not be 100% accurate)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one another for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is of God&lt;br /&gt;He who &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;s is born of God and knows God&lt;br /&gt;Hes who does not &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not know God, for God is &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And there were different lyrics for the sopranos, tenors and bases but when we sang it together, it felt so complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;END OF DAY2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-4262070378343519350?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4262070378343519350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=4262070378343519350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4262070378343519350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4262070378343519350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/du-coc-church-camp-day-2.html' title='DU COC Church Camp- Day 2'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5777811145921495680</id><published>2008-12-23T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:45:43.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be continued'/><title type='text'>DU COC Church Camp- Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Date: 22nd-24th of December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Venue: Pine resort, Frasers Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 hour journey up to the hill was long, winding and nauseating, and the fact that my dad drove as fast he could didn't help either. Didnt reach the Gap on time (only 5 minutes late) so we had to wait for an hour before we could drive up to the resort. While I was waiting, I saw a group of youth hanging around and they started singing some church songs that were pretty familiar to me. On the back of a dude's shirt wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PADANG PASIR CHURCH OF CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds :P&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy to arrive at the resort, that was until I saw the lunch provided by the resort... mmm, unappetising. Took a break and then went out to play badminton. Headed to the tennis court too for the telematch hosted by the resort staff. The games that they made up were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*given 3 blocks of wood step on them without stepping on the ground and use them in a way that we can reach the finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;* fill the bottle with water using a sponge ( how wet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;* dig out sweets from a bowl full of flour using our mouth (i was white for a day, and flour on your mouth doesn't taste good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;* two people facing each other need to carry the balloon to the finish line with their hands on their backs (my team won that challenge :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a break and played Counter Strike with my friend. I somehow had a hard time killing the terrorists, but they didn't have a hard time killing me :P Dinner was not as bad as lunch, but&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat much. Had devotion and singing, then played pictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;END OF DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5777811145921495680?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5777811145921495680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5777811145921495680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5777811145921495680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5777811145921495680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/du-coc-church-camp-day-1.html' title='DU COC Church Camp- Day 1'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8211041277240282634</id><published>2008-12-16T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:24:51.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still recovering'/><title type='text'>Just Rocky</title><content type='html'>Went to Hard Rock to have a birthday dinner with my parents. Never been to Hard Rock before but there wasn't anything special about the food there, just burgers (eww), sandwiches, meat, more meat, and different types of meat :P That place is crazy, a burger there costs RM30! 30 bucks for a freakin burger???! Now, I've seen everything!&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked to find two males in their late 50s and three teenagers ( judging from their looks) ages between 15 to 18 were drinking beer! Seriously, they let their kids drink beer?! What in the world is wrong with them?? Were the two elderly men drunk even before they started drinking or did the effects of alcohol in the long run damaged the function of their brain? Seriously, the world is becoming a twisted place, much worse than Sodom and Gomorrah?? Yes, wayyyy worse. I had to look at them in disgust, couldn't help it. Its like a picture of a disaster just waiting to happen. You know what, I'll take that back, NOW, I've seen everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8211041277240282634?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8211041277240282634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8211041277240282634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8211041277240282634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8211041277240282634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-rocky.html' title='Just Rocky'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3560831298473207970</id><published>2008-12-12T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:05:40.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phhhhh'/><title type='text'>Surprise Surprise</title><content type='html'>Planned to go out with Megan and Aveena yesterday to celebrate my birthday and Megan's belated birthday. At the last minute, Aveena called and said that Megan couldn't come! I was soooo annoyed :P Then I smsed Megan and she said she had the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chicken pox&lt;/span&gt;, so I felt kinda guilty for expecting her to be there. When we reached 1U Aveena called her '&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;' (it was actually Ayesha :P) saying that we had arrived. Decided to go to TGI Fridays (never eaten there:P). Wanted to use the outside entrance but Aveena wanted to see &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'some earrings&lt;/span&gt;' and insisted in using the entrance inside 1U. Went in and Aveena started walking further and further into the restaurant. I was like wondering, hey there's a table over here why must we go to the back??? And to my surprise, Megan and Ayesha were waiting in the restaurant and calling out, "SURPRISE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" I was like calling Megan an ass so many times for pranking me! I cant believe I'm soooo gullible!! Chicken pox?? I thought she had them when she was young!&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Aveena and Megan went to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'get the bill&lt;/span&gt;' I was really suspicious as the bill was taking such a long time to come. Then this waiter walked in with a piece of birthday cake with an ice cream on top and before I knew it, I was standing on the chair making a mini speech to my friends with a ketcup bottle as a microphone. That waiter made me do it!!! Then he and his waiter friends started cheering some words that I couldn't seem to catch. I was trying to smile, but I was so embarrassed! I wanted to kill Aveena :P&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the movies to watch Bolt in 3D. The movie wasn't that nice but the 3D thing was so cool. My nose hurt from those heavy 3D glasses that we had to wear, too bad we couldn't get to keep them :P Then went to the photo booth to get sticky pictures, hate those machines that have instructions in Japanese, like who can read them here??&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a great time. I'm actually kinda impressed, it was such an elaborate scheme almost enough to give me a heart attack due to too much surprises. All the lies that they have concocted (that is, the words that I highlighted with colours = 4 lies) just to surprise me, awwww you shouldn't have! That was the best birthday celebration I have ever had! Thanks to my friends and their highly planned scheme that made this event possible :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3560831298473207970?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3560831298473207970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3560831298473207970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3560831298473207970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3560831298473207970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise Surprise'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8387599082154846003</id><published>2008-12-08T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:12:15.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant wait to go home though'/><title type='text'>Second Trip</title><content type='html'>Went to Penang again yesterday, this time, only my dad and I went to see the historical sites that the island has to offer. Went to the Yeoh Kongsi where my ancestors once lived, its like a few rows of houses with a huge temple in the middle, i think they lived prosperously if you ask me. Couldnt go in to see it though cuz its being refurbished. Then, I went to the Yeoh Jetty where my ancestors first landed on the island. Its kinda cool to see that my ancestors had made a mark on Penang, wonder if i could do that, that is, make a mark on the world, not just Penang :P They must have been really courageous to leave behind their past in China and come to a foreign island to start over a new life.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the Cheah and Lee Kongsi but it was closed, Hari Raya and all. Then, explored Fort Convorlis where Francis Light (uh, History again :P) signed an agreement with the people of Penang so that he could have control over the island. There were a few cute guys there, the Brits and the Chinese, not bad :P After that, I insisted my dad to take me to Queensbay Mall cuz I like window shopping :) All in all, I had loads of fun, never knew Penang was that interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8387599082154846003?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8387599082154846003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8387599082154846003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8387599082154846003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8387599082154846003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-trip.html' title='Second Trip'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5978833839434745476</id><published>2008-12-07T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:30:23.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss my tv'/><title type='text'>The Feeling that Something is Missing</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kulim&lt;/span&gt; now visiting my grandparents. Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; yesterday for church and then for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt;. Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; is like the best in the whole wide universe, so authentic, so heaven sent. Had two bowls of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the serving is kinda small :P I can never get tired of eating that RM2.5o bowl of noodles to die for. I just love going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; somehow being on a small island where the wind blows on the palm trees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of a phenomenon called sea breeze (physics is still stuck in my head :P)makes the world seem more peaceful and tranquil. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; any A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stro&lt;/span&gt; at my parents house so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dead bored. Tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; friends to get rid of my boredom but they failed me miserably :P Cant wait to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; and learn how to drive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really excited like most people, I see it as more of a phase that i have to go through.  Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bored.........i really cant live without TV!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5978833839434745476?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5978833839434745476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5978833839434745476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5978833839434745476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5978833839434745476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-that-something-is-missing.html' title='The Feeling that Something is Missing'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-147623048951414648</id><published>2008-12-01T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:07:08.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Had a tan too'/><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the end of SPM, my friends and I went to play futsal at Bangsar. The scorching hot sun beamed onto our sun block protected skin. Our competitive spirit against the opponent ignited like the flames of fury from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, how dramatic, but the sun was really scorching hot. Seven people were divided into two teams, my team had one teammate more that the opponent's team. How fair:) Half time, our team were leading 3-2 all thanks to goals from Sook Han and Kavita. I helped by passing the ball to them, cuz I am so not a scorer. I cant score a goal to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun even though we didn't really make full use of the time given to us to rent the court. Too tired, too hot, not used to playing futsal outdoors ;) Went to my friend's house to find shelter from the sun and played a PS2 game called Guitar Heroes (sounds somethin like that, cant remember) Sook Han and I were playing against Asfarina's brother. And even that, he still managed to beat us. I guess two heads aren't always better than one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-147623048951414648?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/147623048951414648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=147623048951414648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/147623048951414648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/147623048951414648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8824512162059963104</id><published>2008-11-28T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:07:08.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>SPM is over!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, i wanted to blog about this earlier but after spm, i went shopping the whole day :P But the main message that Im trying to stress here is that Im &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FREEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; I have been waiting for this wonderful day since the beginning of Form 5. And now its &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OVERRRR!!&lt;/span&gt; All in all, I think that the Bio paper was the toughest, 2nd Add Maths (dang, didn't finish on time!) I celebrated my freedom by going to BSC, it was sooooo boring! Looks totally different on the outside but almost the same on the inside, what a scam! Felt soo bored so I went to the Gardens! Didn't buy anything though, just like looking and walking in malls :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cant wait for my cousin to come! The best thing about the end of the year is my cousin coming to town :) She lives all the way in Melbourne so I hardly get the chance to see her. Uh, gonna have so much fun!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aveena!! Faster finish your Accounts already! Wanna watch a movie! Twilight?? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8824512162059963104?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8824512162059963104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8824512162059963104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8824512162059963104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8824512162059963104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-is-over.html' title='SPM is over!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6349162834168692496</id><published>2008-11-26T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:44:37.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last paper tomorrow'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Aveena</title><content type='html'>Write down all the happy memories and items and stuff we leave our friends. you'll get the point as you read mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SENIOR WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt;:women rule, girls kick ass, not environmentally friendly, the pincher, dog lover, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pudica&lt;/span&gt;, a bad dream, badminton duo, fish balls from the canteen, shoe taker, mimosa, add maths questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ayesha&lt;/span&gt;: man united, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cristiano&lt;/span&gt; R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onaldo&lt;/span&gt;, sing-a-long, football talk, best smile, future singer, organic cake, better in time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt; from wizards of oz, nice shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irina: Holland=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sexland&lt;/span&gt;, space cake, purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; hat , Holland accent, pork and beans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lampard&lt;/span&gt;, low immunity, stole your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; card and gave it to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FGM&lt;/span&gt;, hung up, Liverpool, God is judge, guitarist, worm game, FLIRT, u misunderstood me, flirt pose, just "friendly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt;: model in training, boys boys boys, bad words, cam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whorer&lt;/span&gt;, athlete, future Nicol David, Burger King, poking green worms, emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentino: cars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;under aged&lt;/span&gt; driving, future Donald Trump, NYC, business card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lyn: artist, birthday party, happy go lucky, classmates since primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;under aged&lt;/span&gt; driving, curly hair, Angelina Jolie's lips, Mary Kate and Ashley lip gloss, Megan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jename&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jenama&lt;/span&gt;, Archie Digest, pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;: the diva, winner, stalking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;under aged&lt;/span&gt; boys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wenworth&lt;/span&gt; miller, banana, big eyes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jacky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;, sailor, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;alvin&lt;/span&gt;", March 29&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6349162834168692496?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6349162834168692496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6349162834168692496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6349162834168692496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6349162834168692496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-aveena.html' title='Tagged By Aveena'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3098627864682372922</id><published>2008-11-25T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:26:47.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadly it aint chocolate'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahahahahaahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is almost over! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;, I have been waiting for this day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; long. By Thursday, I will be absolutely free from the bondage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Yet its kind of a bittersweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;part of this is that I will no longer have to wear school uniforms and wake up at 6.40 in the morning, I will no longer have to write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;loong&lt;/span&gt; essays in BM using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;peribahasas&lt;/span&gt; and what not and I will get to drive to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;part of this is that I will probably lose contact with my friends that I have come to know for the past 5 years, I wont be able to play badminton or football with them during PE, I wont be able to skip class and stalk guys with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;, I wont be able to play cards or the coin game with the poker gang at the back of my class, I will have to start over from scratch in a new environment where strangers are my closest friends, and I will no longer get to walk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aveena's&lt;/span&gt; house after school and play with Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; realise this at first but there are way more bitter parts to this than the sweet. Oh great, guess I have to get used to it from now on :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3098627864682372922?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3098627864682372922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3098627864682372922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3098627864682372922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3098627864682372922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5875394821799500267</id><published>2008-11-13T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:21.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tag anyone who volunteers to do this'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Randall</title><content type='html'>The Rules of Play:&lt;br /&gt;1) link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2) share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;3) tag 7 people at the end of your post (link or not, up to you)&lt;br /&gt;4) let them know they are tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 common Facts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Random and the Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im a little blur sometimes. Like there was one time when I was in the Chemistry lab and my teacher was teaching somethin boring. So my friend asked me, " Are you paying attention?" I responded, " Huh, must pay ah?"&lt;br /&gt;I thought she asked me whether I was going to pay her ten cents :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna get msn after chatting with Aveena using my cbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Haha, Im a lil dumb too. Once, i called my friend up to ask him if he was coming for a party. He told me that he was in the middle of sms-ing me the answer, so I hung up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think Mc Egg from McDonalds is the tastiest unhealthy thing i have ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a pet bird like chicken like peacock like turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate egoistic guys! If you're wrong just say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I go for the chicken wings everytime :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5875394821799500267?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5875394821799500267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5875394821799500267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5875394821799500267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5875394821799500267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-randall.html' title='Tagged By Randall'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6285181364499651493</id><published>2008-11-13T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:53:34.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Better than a chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat or dog'/><title type='text'>Just For Aveena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/81163916__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 522px" alt="" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/81163916__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/81163916__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is what I call cute! By cute I mean William Moseley not the other dude Av! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6285181364499651493?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6285181364499651493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6285181364499651493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6285181364499651493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6285181364499651493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-aveena.html' title='Just For Aveena'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6011346018156889309</id><published>2008-11-13T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:12:33.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praying for 10 A1&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Its History!</title><content type='html'>Cant believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still blogging, but whatever. Only 5 more days of exams to sit. The worst is over, and now I can go burn my History books! Now if only I have a fireplace... I know, how patriotic of me, but these are the only words I can think of to describe and express how &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREE!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I feel. Also, I wont be using BM anymore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe I chose to write about my perfect future husband for my English essay paper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;, I probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day was good, took loads of pictures shook hands with teachers and witnessed many people crying, even guys. I didn't cry though, okay maybe there was A TEAR in my eyes and maybe I blew my nose a little but that was it! Anyways, I better hit the books, have Add Maths on TUESday :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6011346018156889309?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6011346018156889309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6011346018156889309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6011346018156889309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6011346018156889309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-history.html' title='Its History!'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1049732239950212373</id><published>2008-11-04T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:29:49.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But we know we gotta go our seperate ways'/><title type='text'>Its Never the Right Time to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Unless I'm asking for trouble, this will be the last post that I would be writing in a VERY LONG time, well, till my exams finish, that is on the 27th of November. Uh, cant wait for that day.&lt;br /&gt;Got a letter from HELP telling me that I got some merit scholarship. Oh joy, yet why do I feel anything but joyful? Maybe its cuz I might be missing my friends that I have gotten to know for the past 4 years (some even longer than that) as most of them will be going to Talyors. On the other hand, if I go to Talyors instead of HELP, I wont be seeing Aveena anymore. And she is one of my closest friends in school. UHHHHHHH, so hard to decide!&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have no clue which of these two is the better college, so I have to do some research before I make my decision. My dad said that its a lot harder to score straight A's for A-Levels if I go to Taylors. You see, my dad thinks I'm not smart enough so he suggested that I should take the 'easier' route and go to HELP. Cow lah....&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the ED Board dinner was pretty fun, took lots of pictures with friends in their Halloween costumes, performed a song with Ayesha and Daniel (although I have to say that I sucked big time, stupid mike was too soft) and cam-whored in the girl's bathroom with friends (though I normally don't do that, trust me). Yeah, those are the memories worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is graduation day, and Im bringing my camera to store, keep and cherish the memories that come my way. I'm gonna miss my friends, teachers, my desk, the guys I stalk and the poker gang at the back of my class. Uh, sometimes I wish that time could stop for the unprepared soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1049732239950212373?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1049732239950212373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1049732239950212373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1049732239950212373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1049732239950212373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-never-right-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Its Never the Right Time to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2792966322118654678</id><published>2008-10-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:33:26.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lalalala'/><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>Argh! I hate Liverpool! Cant believe Chelsea lost to them! This was the 1st EPL match I had watched this year and they HAD to lose. To top that off, Im feeling sick for the past two days probably due to food poisoning and SPM is just two weeks away!&lt;br /&gt;Ayesha and I are supposed to perform for ED Board dinner and we're singing Bottle It Up by Sara Bareilles. We havent practice the song with the guitarist and Im kinda freakin out cuz I have never sang on stage before. Man, I'll probably choke on stage but not to worry, Ayesha is a professional.&lt;br /&gt;I have been borrowing DVDs from Aveena and I recently watched 'The Other Boyeln Girl'. The movie is pertty good but the king is such an evil, obsessed-in-getting-a-male-heir sex addict. And to think that this person once existed in this world and used the name of God to justify his acts, is just appalling. I have read about king Edward the 8th before and he was much worse than he is in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least he got what he deserved in the end, a female heir to the throne. ( his only son died at 15, boo hoo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2792966322118654678?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2792966322118654678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2792966322118654678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2792966322118654678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2792966322118654678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5796394326848173412</id><published>2008-10-22T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:50:17.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they stole it from us'/><title type='text'>Shocking</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, in the newspapers I saw the most shocking picture in my life, Manchester United players wearing &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! What in the world? They have blue jerseys now? Why must they steal Chelsea's signature colour that doesnt even look good on them? Ugh! I guess red is not their winning colour :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5796394326848173412?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5796394326848173412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5796394326848173412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5796394326848173412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5796394326848173412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/shocking.html' title='Shocking'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6428056360331032235</id><published>2008-10-17T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:04:41.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so little time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So much to do'/><title type='text'>Got Me Thinking</title><content type='html'>The other day, my friend asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Have you been thinking of what to do after SPM?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Not really..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"What?! When my exams were one month away, I already thought of what to do after that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that got me thinking, so I decided to make a list of what to do after SPM. Hopefully, I would be able to fulfill every one of my wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THINGS TO DO AFTER SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get MSN, i know, sad...&lt;br /&gt;2. Get facebook and delete friendster account&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to play the electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy a Nancy Drew computer game :P I hardy play games so this will be interesting. Eyeing on The Phantom of Venice.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hopefully, go to the Church Youth Camp. Interested in the camp at Perth. The brochure was so appealing,..... rock climbing, abseiling, beach side fun overlooking the Indian Ocean..... sigh, how relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe get a job? Wanna experience the working life.&lt;br /&gt;7. Choose between Taylors and HELP college&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn how to drive :P&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a car? If my dad is generous.... :) Planning on buying a second hand car.&lt;br /&gt;Too many cars out there already, must they produce some more?&lt;br /&gt;10. Go on a holiday! Don't care, just wanna get away from this place! How bout Turkey? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can think of, for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6428056360331032235?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6428056360331032235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6428056360331032235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6428056360331032235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6428056360331032235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-me-thinking.html' title='Got Me Thinking'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7976720876113124855</id><published>2008-10-17T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:56:08.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look up cuz you might see her'/><title type='text'>The Star</title><content type='html'>As I looked up to the sky last night,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a glimmer of light.&lt;br /&gt;I searched among the blankets of clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Not one star was to be found.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, a sparkle that caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;One miserable star was in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pitied the star that had to fight the night&lt;br /&gt;She cried for help but no one was in sight&lt;br /&gt;She looked down to find that no one noticed her plight&lt;br /&gt;Alone she carried the burden of shining her light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7976720876113124855?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7976720876113124855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7976720876113124855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7976720876113124855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7976720876113124855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/star.html' title='The Star'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8672205284000492418</id><published>2008-10-12T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:30:23.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So I Blog'/><title type='text'>Boredom Strikes</title><content type='html'>Sigh....... So bored, nothing to do but study.....a month more to 8 days of hell! And yup, I'm not at school because its even more boring there, well not really, I would probably be playing cards in front of my teacher again. I just cant study in school, too noisy and too many temptations keeping me away from my books. So I have decided to play truant as long as I can so that I wont feel so guilty for not studying in school.&lt;br /&gt;So I've got some of my trial marks, and so far so good. The marks that I'm most proud of is Add Maths. I got a 78, an A1 for Add Maths! That I did not expect. This is the highest I have ever gotten for the subject in Form 5 and I thought that this paper was the hardest Add Maths paper I have ever set for in my entire life! So happy :) but I'm sure that my History, Physics and Chemistry marks would dampen my spirit. I'll just have to wait and see....&lt;br /&gt;My astro decoder is busted so I cant watch anything except DVDs. Currently watching the Lord of The Rings, and yes I have never watched not even one of the three movies made until two weeks ago. How 'ketinggalan zaman' of me. Just don't fancy those type of movies but I have to admit that the trilogy is pretty good. Uh, Elijah Wood has such piercing blue eyes. He look pretty cute in the movie but not so in reality :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8672205284000492418?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8672205284000492418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8672205284000492418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8672205284000492418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8672205284000492418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/boredom-strikes.html' title='Boredom Strikes'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1477053446348398455</id><published>2008-10-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:05:39.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Should Be Studying Now...'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Eunice</title><content type='html'>RULE :Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things / habits / little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits /things / little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No TAG backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I mostly eat organic food. People might say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a hippie of something, I even eat organic peanut butter for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;2. I like stalking guys. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tisk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tisk&lt;/span&gt; of me but a girl needs some entertainment once in awhile! Besides, its not that I like the guys I stalk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;otherwise&lt;/span&gt; I wont make myself look so silly now would I? So my fellow victims, no hard feelings?!&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; taste in music. I like Indie Rock for some reason. Bands such as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arctic&lt;/span&gt; Monkeys and our local band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hujan&lt;/span&gt; have such insanely nice songs, with the electric guitars and all. And Tokio Hotel rocks! Their German:)&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a pet bird called Mr Sunny. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really look like a bird though, its like a chicken/bird. My friend thought it was a turkey for some reason. Uh, why cant I just have a dog like everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;5. I watch football. N I support Chelsea! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ManU&lt;/span&gt; (too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; and rough, sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ayesha&lt;/span&gt;!), Liverpool is okay, but a friend of mine supports that club so I just say that they suck to spite him :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt; is okay too.&lt;br /&gt;6. I think Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hot! Ditto to William Moseley!&lt;br /&gt;7. I love dogs, hate cats. Cats just keep on defecating on my garden! Maybe its because my dad accidentally drove over two kittens before :( Vindictive cats..&lt;br /&gt;8. My birth date is so cool! 12/12 This I can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me was cleaning up my desk in school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I puked on it. I owe him.&lt;br /&gt;10. I cant live without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. I watch: The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;, Scrubs, The Nanny, Oprah and Ugly Betty. Cant stand shows with too much sexual activities on it! Like be realistic man! Think of the young minds that you're polluting! Ooh, and I think White Chicks is the funniest movie of all time!&lt;br /&gt;11. I plan on taking up the electric guitar after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12. Ah, my favourite number&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ballack's&lt;/span&gt; jersey number!&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm really close with my cousin Andrea. Shes the best, like my long lost twin or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;. But shes all the way in Aussie. Might I add that shes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;reaaaallllyy&lt;/span&gt; pretty!&lt;br /&gt;15. I used to believe bad things people say about someone else. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;taggg&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;* Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt; (revenge is sweet :))&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Aveena&lt;/span&gt; (You're the victim again :P)&lt;br /&gt;* Irina (get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1477053446348398455?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1477053446348398455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1477053446348398455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1477053446348398455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1477053446348398455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-eunice.html' title='Tagged By Eunice'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3248679108156684016</id><published>2008-10-03T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:32:11.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='... Then the Storm'/><title type='text'>A Short Breeze..</title><content type='html'>Man does the holidays pass by like a breeze. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel like a holiday to me since I was basically studying my head off everyday. And its not like I volunteered to do so, my dad was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pestering&lt;/span&gt; me frequently and it got on my nerves. So I gave in. Oh no, here he comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(2 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How predictable... He told me that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; studying...Wrong place and wrong time dad!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;' but because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is around the corner, I decided that I'd better not go. I was kinda sad, really wanted to see my grandma. So I called her to tell her the news and she said that its okay, and of course reminding me to study hard. So I am, just for grandma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia though, and it was pretty good. Frankly, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind watching it again, Just have a thing for musicals. I was humming Abba songs for the next two days because of that movie. I was so surprised that Pierce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brosnan&lt;/span&gt; was able to sing..well, for an actor. He sounded Hispanic when he was singing though. During the movie, my dad was singing along to the songs and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.... and annoying :P Hes kinda tone deaf so you could hear the wrong notes he was singing. I felt kinda sorry for the poor girl who was sitting next to him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dancing queen young and sweet only seventeen.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3248679108156684016?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3248679108156684016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3248679108156684016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3248679108156684016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3248679108156684016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-breeze.html' title='A Short Breeze..'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5304480152296433920</id><published>2008-09-26T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:37:37.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Should Have Bought Greek Instead of Blueberry'/><title type='text'>Free..... for 2 Days</title><content type='html'>Eating a tub of organic yoghurt in front of the computer..now thats life. I feel so utterly relaxed after two weeks of non stop exams. Nw Im freee! To do nothing much. My tv is busted so I have nothing to watch except Mr Sunny running around in his cage. But Im gonna hit the books again on Sunday, I promise! Just couldnt understand the physics test, it was soooo hard, the hardest paper of all the subjects. I dont think Im gonna get straight As this time. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to go for futsal on Sunday. Just have the desire to kick balls! Nothin much to write... gonna end with Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5304480152296433920?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5304480152296433920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5304480152296433920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5304480152296433920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5304480152296433920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-for-2-days.html' title='Free..... for 2 Days'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-4098630862977629805</id><published>2008-09-23T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:46:47.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You better do it too AVEENA'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Sue Hsien</title><content type='html'>[01] Real name: Sue May&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt;, Chelsea (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what people call me)&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: Somewhere in KL&lt;br /&gt;[08] College: Even I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know that&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: 5'4 there about&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: 43kg&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: No, I love myself&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: My ears but it closed up :(&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: Both&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak : Eh, why not&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: brown with 2 strands of whites&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Elastic&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: Eating fruits, listening to music and typing&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you doing 1hour later: Studying Bio&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you be doing 10 years later: who knows, the future is unpredictable, i might be selling char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kuey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;teow&lt;/span&gt; for all you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: Parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(included you): None&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: Me&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: Me&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: Huh, u mean a dude, no&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: If only I knew&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: A Christian dude who is smart, funny n likes football&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: Nil&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): What is woo?&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): Its not in the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: Enough of halves already!&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: ?&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: 1- 1/2 = 1/2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: I was born normal thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/gay: straight&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; is part of me?!&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: In the I-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;-have-a-half-stage&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: Okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starting to think that 'woo' is a sick thing&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: Sure, sure&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: Lisa Mary, ah, good times, good times&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: No enemies just obstacles&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most(1only): Andrea!&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1only): Barney?&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: Andrea, guys say '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;weh&lt;/span&gt;' when she walks past them&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome boy friend: eh...&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: The two faced snake type&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: Egoistic ones&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: No&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: No&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend is backstabbing you: She will look like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betrays you: Ditto&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: what the?&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend falls in love with you: Eh, I'd pass&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: Is he a Christian who is smart, funny and likes football. If yes, that why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: Yes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always do your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;/assignments: most times&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Loh&lt;/span&gt;, but she retired :(&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: Is boring&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a senior&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: UH, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know!&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: Its balanced with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt; good and bad, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; and Yang or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sann&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Asfarina&lt;/span&gt;! Super smart!&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Cant think of any&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; in the smart class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;, 40&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: none&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: Uh, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: No one&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;, some guys&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: Eh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: Only God knows&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Marrisa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Asfarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;[75] What kind of person are you: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; swear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; gossip, sometimes quiet, laugh when I cant take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PREFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: Uh, I want both!&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: Both&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: Taller!&lt;br /&gt;[79] hesitant or spontaneous: A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit of both&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: Both!&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: Both! Man, am I picky&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Romantic but I like funny romantic&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good wife or good mother: Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get married: Eh, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; the better!&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 2 max&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: Dentist and part time fashion designer? ;)&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: If God is generous....&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: See first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: Lots of properties, lots of investment&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: I wish that the world would be more conservative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-4098630862977629805?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4098630862977629805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=4098630862977629805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4098630862977629805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4098630862977629805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/09/01-real-name-sue-may-02-nickname.html' title='Tagged By Sue Hsien'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7494776062367725877</id><published>2008-09-21T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:03:00.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Any Questions?'/><title type='text'>What Shall We Ask Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Good morning," I wished them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, please take a seat."&lt;br /&gt;(i grabbed a chair to sit)&lt;br /&gt;"So it says here that you wanna be a dentist. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, its a very fulfilling job being able to help people with their physical appearance and their oral health. I'm a science person and artistic at the same time. So things like scaling the teeth and realigning the teeth..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she started laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"...utilizes the artist's touch," I said with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why dentistry? Having to look into people's teeth and all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" Well, i go to this really good dentist..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have a really good dentist too, who is your dentist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" Her name is ********** from Sri Hartamas, and she always tells me how nice her job is and all "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh I think I've heard of her, so shes really good with child psychology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yeah" I smiled again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;" So do you keep your teeth cleaned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" Yeah, i brush and floss everyday, " :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets be honest here, you probably are looking into other colleges right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" No, I only applied for a scholarship at ************."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But why *******?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" Because I have friends who study here and they tell me that the A-Levels here is really good," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I had to go through today. My very first interview, well my first important one at least. I was pretty scared, had butterflies in my stomach. But they were pretty nice, although they seem to think that being a dentist is a crappy job or somethin. They asked lots of questions but I'm too lazy to type. But I think I made this one mistake when I left, I forgot to put back the chair that I was sitting on to its original position. Ah well, at least now I would remember it for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7494776062367725877?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7494776062367725877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7494776062367725877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7494776062367725877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7494776062367725877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-shall-we-ask-her.html' title='What Shall We Ask Her?'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1752866768877637507</id><published>2008-08-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:52:54.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this silver will not tarnish'/><title type='text'>Silver</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt; Wei, Malaysia's representative for the men's badminton singles for winning the silver medal at the Beijing Olympics. Its like the 1st time in 12 years that Malaysia has won a silver medal. We have never gotten gold before. So I just wanna say screw to the people who think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt; Wei's lost was a disgrace to the country. Screw to the people who do not appreciate his gallant effort and brag of his loss. He not only had to face his opponent, he had to face the roaring crowd of more than a thousand that was not on his side as well. All in all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; happy that he has gotten this far and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure that we'll be seeing him play like a World number 2  player should in matches to come.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so patriotic all of a sudden, first the football match &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; Chelsea and now this?? Man, am i ready for National Service..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1752866768877637507?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1752866768877637507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1752866768877637507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1752866768877637507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1752866768877637507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/08/silver.html' title='Silver'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-4117231650019475549</id><published>2008-08-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:08:55.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 strikes and im out'/><title type='text'>2 Strikes of Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>Turns out that life isnt going the way I had planned. Cuz&lt;br /&gt;1. I got picked for National Service. Stuck in the wilderness for 3 months with no tv, not good. I had planned to get out of Malaysia as soon as im done with my A-Levels. Looks like I have to wait for a few months to start college.&lt;br /&gt;2. I failed my Grade 8 piano again. I dont know whats wrong with the examiner. All the accusations he made about my pieces, dont even remember making those mistakes. Now I have to start all over with new pieces as the songs that I am playing now would not be valid next year..&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to enjoy the futsal match my church is organising on Sunday. May that put my soul at ease! My dad is practically travelling the world right now. Going to Spain, Portugal and London, without me! Hope he gets me something therapeutic to cure my broken spirit! And to those who have not listen to David Archuleta's new song, Crush, I suggest you listen to it immediately! This song is definitely something I can relate to :)&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever think, when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away"&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-4117231650019475549?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4117231650019475549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=4117231650019475549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4117231650019475549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/4117231650019475549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-strikes-of-bad-luck.html' title='2 Strikes of Bad Luck'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3560120876927519144</id><published>2008-07-30T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:15:53.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballack was 80 feet away from me'/><title type='text'>Chelsea vs Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeSlSuJh5jY/SIvu7dGc8VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YvXzyC1zVUY/s400/ballack2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeSlSuJh5jY/SIvu7dGc8VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YvXzyC1zVUY/s400/ballack2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night's air was still and humid at Stadium Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt;. Yet, not even the weather could stop the fans from cheering themselves silly. I arrived at the match a little late due to traffic. As many as 60000 football fans, congregated at the stadium witnessing the once in a lifetime match, and I am proud to say that I was one of them. I was really surprised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it turns out that the Malaysian team was not so bad after all. The goalkeeper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Helmi&lt;/span&gt; was fast and accurate in saving the ball. Although I was there to support Chelsea, I cheered for the Malaysian team too as the patriotic side in me was ignited by the supporters around me. I got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lampard&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley Cole and Terry probably about 40 feet away from where I was sitting. Thank goodness for the big screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; that magnified their hot faces! I was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even play for a second during the match. He looked like he was ready to go on the pitch as he was warming up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shevchenko&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shevchenko&lt;/span&gt; played and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; did not. Dang! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hot on the big screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; that most of the female Chelsea supporters shouted his name, me included. There were four German guys holding German flags and signs written in their mother tongue. I think they wanted to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; in action too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Balllack's&lt;/span&gt; name was written on those signs. They sang some song hoping to get his attention. Sadly, they did not succeed. There were plenty of cute Caucasian and Chinese guys near where I was sitting. But no guy can compete with the tall, fair and handsome Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt;. A standing ovation was given to the Chelsea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; team for the exciting match. I really enjoyed the game despite the fact that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; doing his thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; crossing my fingers hoping that Chelsea will make a second trip to Malaysia in the near future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3560120876927519144?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3560120876927519144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3560120876927519144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3560120876927519144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3560120876927519144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/07/chelsea-vs-malaysia.html' title='Chelsea vs Malaysia'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeSlSuJh5jY/SIvu7dGc8VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YvXzyC1zVUY/s72-c/ballack2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-361185832585556458</id><published>2008-07-25T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:07:29.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entra note piera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abre'/><title type='text'>Te Quiero</title><content type='html'>Just remembered another highlight of my Form 3 years:&lt;br /&gt;11. Had a thing for Spanish shows thanks to Megan. She introduced me to a Spanish show that was showing on Astro Ceria called Chiquititas. Its about orphans of ages 7-15 living in a huge castle-like orphange, having adventures together, hoping to find their parents. Its filled with lots of drama, love (kinda young to start though) and a few imaginary friends here and there! Man, those Argentinian guys were soo hot especially Phillipe although he was probably about 15 years old! He could pass for a 17 year old though. He and Ballack have similar traits, the eyes, the bone structure....drool :)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-361185832585556458?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/361185832585556458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=361185832585556458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/361185832585556458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/361185832585556458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/07/te-quiero.html' title='Te Quiero'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3461364842400442212</id><published>2008-07-24T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:20:25.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im addicted to Choo'/><title type='text'>Green Worms, Symbol of Curiosity</title><content type='html'>This year has been a touch and go for me. The saying that time flies when you are having fun is not true. I am so not having fun and yet time still flies. The thought of going to college just worries me because all of my senior friends agreed that the Form 5 years were the best. I beg to differ, I think Form 5 is the worst year of all my secondary school years. If I'm not having the time of my life now, just imagine what I'm gonna experience later. I miss those Form 3 years where everyone studied hard and had fun as well. I miss being a kid, running around the corridor stalking guys. I miss the friends I was close to, namely Megan and lots others. It was like the perfect class and everyone got along well. Form 5 is the opposite of this. I abhor my class as it is lifeless and the people there are so indifferent. Looking at my friend's post on his Form 5 years where he and his classmates were having fun raping each other and locking up their friends in a miniature prison made me think of the good times I used to had with my once close friends. I had to experience 7 friends saying their goodbyes as they went to study overseas. And I miss everyone of them! These were some of the highlights of my Form 3 years:&lt;br /&gt;1. Going out to the movies with Megan, Aveena and Nazran. We felt a little awkward as he was the only dude!&lt;br /&gt;2. Stalking a few guys with my entourage. My identity was revealed thanks to them!&lt;br /&gt;3. There was a bug's nest at the corridor of our class. My friend, Sue Hsien poked it with a stick and green worms came out from it:S&lt;br /&gt;4. Composing a fake love letter to George with my friends. The letter was anonymous and he actually believed it!&lt;br /&gt;5. Singing 'Choo Pencil' with Ming Yu which was a remake of the song, Addicted by Simple Plan. It was part of our English play.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ming Yu with his magic tricks being all David Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;7. The football crazy times with the FIFA World Cup. Told everyone I knew that Ballack was hot. And he still is!&lt;br /&gt;8. Geography. Miss the subject and the teacher that taught me, Pn Khoo!&lt;br /&gt;9. The times when I was not talking to Sham because he said he loved me. He was just being sarcastic of course. And that was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;10. And of course, not to forget, getting the highest in class for History! hehe, oh&lt;br /&gt;and the straight A's for PMR!&lt;br /&gt;I need an anti-depressant pill now, tomorrow and until I'm done with SPM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3461364842400442212?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3461364842400442212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3461364842400442212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3461364842400442212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3461364842400442212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-worms-symbol-of-curiosity.html' title='Green Worms, Symbol of Curiosity'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5876172544388894680</id><published>2008-07-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:45:35.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Lunch: BK Fish and a Bottle of Water'/><title type='text'>A Day with 5 Girls &amp; a Guy</title><content type='html'>My ex classmate, currently living in Aussie came back to Malaysia for the holidays. So we planned to go to lunch together with a few of her closest friends. We invited a few girls and guys but in the end, only 5 girls and a guy turned up. Felt bad for the dude though, having to stand six girls looking at guys as they pass through the Burger King drive-thru. Its not our fault, its just so happen that we sat next to the glass wall near the drive-thru counter! And some of the dudes were pretty cute, and no one should ignore that! Sigh, some guys just dont understand....For the guy's reputation sake, I shall not disclose his identity! It was the first burger I had eaten in 6 months. I know, wierd, but I dont find burgers that great. Besides, do you know how much saturated fats are there in a burger? I didnt even order a cup of Coke cuz who knows what its gonna do to my health. And Im not over reacting, there are plenty of experiments proving that  carbonated drinks are unhealthy. Next, we went to my friends house and took some pictures. All in all, it was definitely a fun day and I bet that that guy enjoyed it too!  &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so phyched that Im gonna watch Chelsea live in front of my very own eyes. Bought the tickets on Sunday. There's a picture of Ballack's face on the ticket.. sigh, sooo hot! And so what if Germany got 2nd? At least they made it to the finals! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5876172544388894680?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5876172544388894680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5876172544388894680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5876172544388894680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5876172544388894680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-with-5-girls-guy.html' title='A Day with 5 Girls &amp; a Guy'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2340626652413748240</id><published>2008-06-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:10:42.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoping'/><title type='text'>Grade 8</title><content type='html'>Ahh, sat for my piano exam yesterday...oh I hope I pass this time as Im beginning to abhor playing the same songs day and night for the past 2 years! All in all, I played satisfactory, definitely better than last year. FYI: I failed last year. Sadly, I practically killed my sight reading test. My heart was beating so fast that it showed when I was playing my 1st song. I probably played it as fast as the speed of light. Dang! I dont want to go through this torture again and again, so Mr Examiner, please pass me!&lt;br /&gt;At least I dont have to worry about piano for awhile therefore I can start concentrating on my studies. A sigh of relief there. So &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;that Germany made it to the finals. Michael Ballack is such a hot and great captain. Some people just dont have good taste in guys!&lt;br /&gt;Having another exam next week, and I havent been studying diligently so I better get to it now. Hope Germany wins the Euros, hope I pass my Grade 8 exam, hope I get an A1 for Add Maths, hope I sleep well tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2340626652413748240?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2340626652413748240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2340626652413748240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2340626652413748240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2340626652413748240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/06/grade-8.html' title='Grade 8'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2694414302418190766</id><published>2008-06-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:38:30.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you happy now ?'/><title type='text'>An Unsatisfied Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.m7dc.de/blck/c/bld/galerieschooting/i1141057951_0modelballack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.m7dc.de/blck/c/bld/galerieschooting/i1141057951_0modelballack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Aveena was not impressed with the picture of Michael Ballack that I had posted recently, I have decided to upload another picture that would prove fussy Aveena wrong. He is soooo not 'not hot' (I refuse to type the word ugly cuz Michael Ballack and ugly does not go hand in hand unless your sentence is 'Michael Ballack is not ugly') Uh, some people can be so fussy! Oh well, I should please the reader's eyes too! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2694414302418190766?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2694414302418190766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2694414302418190766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2694414302418190766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2694414302418190766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/06/unsatisfied-blogger.html' title='An Unsatisfied Blogger'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7498359438575666973</id><published>2008-06-20T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:03:32.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ich Leibe Dich'/><title type='text'>The Germans</title><content type='html'>The Barclays have pased, time for the Euros. And the team Im supporting is none other than GERMANY!! Heres a few of my favourite players that would definitely make an impact on the squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/sp/lequipe/20080620/02/1898655319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/sp/lequipe/20080620/02/1898655319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lukas Podolski&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/sp/lequipe/20080620/02/1247429089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/sp/lequipe/20080620/02/1247429089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miroslav Klose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/design05/i/players/worldcup/27015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/design05/i/players/worldcup/27015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Lahm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/design05/i/players/worldcup/27014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bastian Schweinsteiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but not least, the insanely hot captain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.m7dc.de/blck/c/bld/galerienationalmannschaft/26072007/ic55U1PUO_0natio18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.m7dc.de/blck/c/bld/galerienationalmannschaft/26072007/ic55U1PUO_0natio18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Ballack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross my fingers and hope that they would win!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7498359438575666973?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7498359438575666973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7498359438575666973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7498359438575666973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7498359438575666973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/06/germans.html' title='The Germans'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-487606628435253199</id><published>2008-06-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:56:13.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a probably unfriendly neighbour'/><title type='text'>One and a Half Bowls and Counting</title><content type='html'>I cant believe the school holidays are almost over! I had the time of my life, finally got to sleep and wake up late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woooh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what I call the time of my life...sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, missed the extra classes at school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was on holiday visiting my grandparents both maternal and paternal ( blessed I am) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kulim&lt;/span&gt;. Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; too to visit my relatives who call the island their abode. Although I missed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;udang&lt;/span&gt; that a local used to sell at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kulim&lt;/span&gt;, I found the next best thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;authentic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. We had to drive up and down hills for about 2o minutes before we could savour the bowl of noodles to die for. But it, thank goodness was all worth it! Dang, it is the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; Ive ever tasted, had one and a half bowls of it. We also visited a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; heritage, a place called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kongsi&lt;/span&gt;. It had rows of beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;shop houses&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt; family, who were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;immigrants&lt;/span&gt; from China lived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time ago. There were also a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; temple with carvings all over the place, including the ceiling, and a opera house with lion figures glued with colourful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; pieces on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;arches&lt;/span&gt; of the roof. Man, those were simply amazing, proves how jobless yet creative people were during the olden times. All these modern gadgets and what not are garbage compared to the creativity people had during those days. Yet, I still cant live without them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; glad that this piece of history is preserved and kept for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; people like me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;witness&lt;/span&gt; and marvel. Looking at how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt; family lived which was in a peaceful and neighbourly environment makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; jealous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; lacking a lot of that now. Man, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know the neighbours living next to me. Kinda wish I could experience that... Wonder how it feels like..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-487606628435253199?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/487606628435253199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=487606628435253199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/487606628435253199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/487606628435253199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-and-half-bowls-and-counting.html' title='One and a Half Bowls and Counting'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6245620824489473447</id><published>2008-05-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:36:25.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven is our abode'/><title type='text'>When Disaster Strikes</title><content type='html'>I needed to blog about the recent earthquake in China that had an unbearable aftermath. My mum and I were watching the victims of the tragedy trapped under piles and piles of heavy concrete. They were stuck like rats in a trap. Sometimes its just the humane thing to ask why? Why must disasters like this happen? Well, on Sunday, this preacher from my church gave a very good answer from the book of Revelations. The answer: Its Gods will for this to occur. This is because He wants all of us to realise that this earth is not ours and the world is not our true abode. Our home is in heaven and the place we live now is just temporary. Whatever challenges that come our way, remember that this is the will of God. Even if it might seem hard at first, every cloud has its silver lining. May the Lord keep them safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6245620824489473447?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6245620824489473447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6245620824489473447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6245620824489473447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6245620824489473447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-disaster-strikes.html' title='When Disaster Strikes'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-894266457749157808</id><published>2008-05-22T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:31:31.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plants need light intensity to grow'/><title type='text'>Wet Fake Grass</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a miserable day&lt;strong&gt; because&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chelsea lost the UEFA cup cuz of some penalty kicks againts ManU. Sooo  unfair! Terry slipped cuz of the dumb wet weather and those lousy fake grass!  Why in the world did they have the final match at a country where grass cant be grown because it is too cold?! I blame the grass...&lt;br /&gt;2. The guys at my school were teasing and mocking me cuz Chelsea lost! They were mocking me like crazy! They even clapped sarcastically at me as I made my way up the school stairs! Eh, ManU supporters, expected that out of them!&lt;br /&gt;3. Heard the news that David Cook won American Idol. Hes okay but I wanted Archuleta to win cuz of the last perfomance he did that showed that he wanted the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodnes the exams are over and the holidays have begun. Dont get your hopes up you ManU people, Chelsea is sooo gonna win next year and Germany will win the EURO cup, enough said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-894266457749157808?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/894266457749157808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=894266457749157808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/894266457749157808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/894266457749157808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/05/wet-fake-grass.html' title='Wet Fake Grass'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1100221975932191129</id><published>2008-04-27T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:15:53.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling Blue'/><title type='text'>The Ballack Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsOF6VS3r4Y/SBRb1n7fQ0I/AAAAAAAAABU/ie8YXYrXIMQ/s1600-h/MB13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193877247074714434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsOF6VS3r4Y/SBRb1n7fQ0I/AAAAAAAAABU/ie8YXYrXIMQ/s320/MB13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, thats what I'm talking about! Ballack has finally proven himself to unbelievers such as the guys in my school that he is superb after scoring two goals againts Manchester United! Oh man, I was pratically screaming when he managed to score the first goal, my neighbours were probably asking me to shut up or something. Eh, they only had to bare with me for a few minutes. Well, lets hope that Chelsea can win the EPL as well as the Champions League.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, I so wanna see Chelsea live before my very own eyes when they come to KL. The problem is, I have no clue where to get those tickets, and whose gonna take me there? My dad can't go cuz he would be at London when they come. Man, I so wanted to follow my dad to the land of fish and chips ..and football. But he would'nt let me cuz of SPM, I hate you SPM! If you were a person, I would give you a piece of my mind. But its kinda wierd though, its like fate is trying to tell me that I should'nt go to see Chelsea cuz Chelsea would be coming to me. I hope Michael Ballack comes to see muah (eh perasaaaaan), soo wannna give him a big hug, take a picture with him, would like a signature, his jersey, and some hair...Whoops, did I say too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1100221975932191129?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1100221975932191129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1100221975932191129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1100221975932191129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1100221975932191129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/04/ballack-shots.html' title='The Ballack Shots'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsOF6VS3r4Y/SBRb1n7fQ0I/AAAAAAAAABU/ie8YXYrXIMQ/s72-c/MB13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3524567317201426624</id><published>2008-04-08T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:50:38.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juniors are Hot'/><title type='text'>Flash</title><content type='html'>Cameras, cameras, smile, smile, click, click, picture..thats what I was involved in at school for the whole day.. the big Picture Day finally came and my job was to bring the students to the photo shoot and ask them to button up their baju kurung, straighten their ties and blahblahblah! Oh, and did I mention that I accidentally stepped on barf as I was too engrossed with my duty..yeah, thank goodness I didnt smell like other people's puke cuz puke and sweat will equal to more madness! Well, it was pretty fun doing that, being in charge and telling juniors what to do..though the screams of teachers stressed me out a bit.. The best thing was, I got to see some cute guys at the same time! No, they are not from my form and I'm a senior so sorry to say that I'm checking out younger guys.. I know, tisk tisk of me but I cant help it! There aren't any cute guys in my form so I'm forced to do this.. Come on, a girl needs eye candy sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3524567317201426624?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3524567317201426624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3524567317201426624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3524567317201426624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3524567317201426624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/04/flash.html' title='Flash'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-5381844437790314458</id><published>2008-03-27T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:53:44.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take me to 2007'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Man, after the exams were over, I felt like jumping up and down thinking that Mr Stress Pants, this imaginary character I made up was finally out of my sight...man was I wrong..turns out that we have another test on the second week of April! Aahhh, only the Arctic Monkeys can save me now with their Brit accents and their electric guitar strummings...I was practically dying when I found out about my add maths marks...it is the lowest I've ever gotten and I feel so stuuupid! One thing for sure is my parents wont be too happy about my results... And the worst thing was, I studied the hardest for that subject...Aaaaah! i am sooo gonna make myself get an A this time so that I won't feel this bad for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;I went for the SLAD meeting today at 4Utarid which was my previous class last year.A pang of nostalgia hit me as I found my long forgotten class table where I used to doodle all kinds of nonsence on it. To my surprise, most of the doodles I drew were still there.. such as the Chelsea logo, the perfume bottle and the man with a hot body. Although the Chelsea Logo had sucks written on top if it, the new owner of my long forgotten table really took care of my sketches and drawings ...props to him for that..also, the words 'ManU is much 10000 times better than Chelsea' written by a friend who used to sit in front of me were still beaming on the table...ahhhh, those good old days seem so distant now since everyones moving forward....don't I wish I had a time machine right about now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-5381844437790314458?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5381844437790314458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=5381844437790314458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5381844437790314458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/5381844437790314458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3020443805211482315</id><published>2008-02-29T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:05:56.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Over Stuffed Bear'/><title type='text'>Running In Circles</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly in circles.. more like rectangles around the housing area at Desa Sri Hartamas..yup, my school had Merentas Desa as well as Hari Kantin today. The 4km route was pretty tiring considering the fact that I have not been exercising ever since I climbed up Penang Hill..and that was during last years school holidays. I got the 26th place which was pretty satisfying as the whole Form 4 and 5 girls were competing as well. As usual, I felt like barfing immediately after I finished the race. But the best part of the day was Hari Kantin..yes, food is the heart to the soul, well to my soul at least. There were loads of food served at the basketball court which was the first cuz normally this joyous occasion is held at the school canteen...duh, hari canteen?? I bought a slice of pizza which costed a mind boggling RM3.50!! Crazy freak!! That miserable slice did not do me any good as I bought a stick of nuggets, cookies and rojak..&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I eat, but I sold food for the English Club as well. We sold cookies, brownies with ice-cream and cupcakes and made a profit of RM350! How sweet is that?!  Well, I definitely enjoyed myself and thank goodness I did cuz it is the last Merentas Desa and Hari Kantin that I will ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-3020443805211482315?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3020443805211482315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=3020443805211482315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3020443805211482315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/3020443805211482315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-in-circles.html' title='Running In Circles'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6610706343396245905</id><published>2008-02-14T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:56:49.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling in Love with Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>Yes ,Valentines Day...what an ingenious way to spend all your money by buying all the flowers you can get and giving them to your love ones. Though I believe that the bigger the flower, the larger the quantity of pesticides sprayed, most people dont really bother or even realize as they are too engrossed in smelling the 'sweet' aroma it gives off.. eww, just imagine smelling pesticides on Valentines...Hmmm, how about chocolates, you might ask..well, giving your gal a box of chocolates clearly means that you want her to finish it all by herself and in result, make her FAT the rest of the year..Have no fear, you can make your love ones happy without practically injecting pesticides and saturated fats into her system. All you have to do is pay 50 cents to the ED board and you would leave your love ones awwwing till they cant awe anymore..terms and conditions apply...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this Valentines left Fatin and I so alone... sure we got some chocolates from our fellow friends but its just not the same without Sue Hsien and the guy I like who is definitely not in my school...oh well Im a saggitarius, I was meant to throw bows and arrows to make people fall in love...and I did, well I tried! I managed to convince some of my friends to do something big as it is going to be their last year in the school.. some of them did and it all turned out perfecto! Well sort of... I guess I was born to be a saggitarius so lets hope that I can hit my own target soon.. Of course, after SPM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6610706343396245905?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6610706343396245905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6610706343396245905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6610706343396245905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6610706343396245905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2551826119378331285</id><published>2008-02-08T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:21:03.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of it...'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Mee Udang</title><content type='html'>Cant believe the Chinese New Year holidays are almost over! As usual, I went to visit my grandparents at Kulim, and now Im stopping by at Ipoh. I got to skip school on Tuesday to go balik kampung and it was too bad i didnt get to see those Japanese students who visited our school! Oh maannn!! Aveena told me some of the Jap guys were pretty good looking and when I mean PRETTY good looking Im saying that thier practically girly looking.. well thats whay my friend told be and honestly Im not that surprised. Its not that their born girly, they made themselves that way...hey, thats fashion and beauty for you, Japanese stlye..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to have lunch at this Malay kampung house that sells the best mee udang Ive ever eaten. Sadly, the owner told us that he stopped selling the dish as the price of fresh prawns has increased to the extent that their usual customers couldnt afford it. To them RM 5 for a bowl of noodles is pretty expensive. It might be cheap for a city person but it aint cheap for them..&lt;br /&gt;I am totally dissapointed! Now Im never gonna experience what I believe is a bowl of noodles to die for!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Penang to visit my cousins and relatives and we stopped by at Queansbay Mall to have lunch. We had Sushi King and tried out their Yee Sang. I thought it was pretty good but my mum beg to differ. I then stopped by some shops and ended up buying a jacket blouse that was on sale.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I didnt get to eat that yum mee udang, my aunt gave me some of her homemade kuih bang kek to eat at home. Let me tell you, her kuih bang keks are absolutely fantastic! The special thing about her paistry is that it has an undescribable texture in its center, almost crunchy yet soft, what a contrast!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to get back home to finish all the homework that has been piling up ever since I went on holiday. All in all, CNY was pretty nice and i cant wait to count the money Ive recieved from my relatives, hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2551826119378331285?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2551826119378331285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2551826119378331285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2551826119378331285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2551826119378331285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-memory-of-mee-udang.html' title='In Memory of Mee Udang'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-484666155148866098</id><published>2008-01-28T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:24:48.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont Feel LIke Stalking No More..'/><title type='text'>The Stalker Is Revealed</title><content type='html'>Wohooooo! Guess what, you are never gonna believe it, I have sooo made it !I have gotten a post in ED Board!! Although it wasnt the job I was aiming for, I am so satistfied with what I got... I got to be in techniques, which has to do with typing and figuring out people's messy handwriting. I got that description from Aveena.&lt;br /&gt;Such a wierd thing happened today... as I was congratulating my friend, who is a guy as he made the cut in ED Board too, My BM teacher suddenly pulled me aside and we had a little walk and talk. Do you know what she said?? This was how my conversation with my overprotective teacher went:&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATED VERSION&lt;br /&gt;Tea: Is that your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT!? NOOOO! Thats my friend and we were just talking&lt;br /&gt;Tea: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES!!&lt;br /&gt;Tea: Nowadays in class, I always find you daydreaming, are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES IM OK!&lt;br /&gt;Tea: Really? Cuz you look like you are stalking Form 1 and Form 3 guys&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Shocked) No, Im good!&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goodness!!How in the world does she know that I stalk guys during my free time? Well hes not Form1 or Form3 but still! And thats just for fun, I seriously dont like him! Ahhhhh, I feel like everyone knows my hobby now...Hmm, I wonder if she reads my blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-484666155148866098?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/484666155148866098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=484666155148866098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/484666155148866098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/484666155148866098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/01/stalker-is-revealed.html' title='The Stalker Is Revealed'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6807161350270344573</id><published>2008-01-18T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:04:39.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Essays and Counting...'/><title type='text'>If You Were A Blackboard I Would Chalk You??</title><content type='html'>So sorry blog, havent had time to write to you.... and yet I was diligently watching American Idol although Im clearly not American. If I had a picture, I would show you...Haha, speaking of the show, it was pretty entertaining especially when that dude sang his very own stalkerish song to Paula Abdul...hmmm, that song actually relates to me..and my friend Fatin. Yup we are stalkers too. Well, beginners... No, we dont go around braking into houses and trying out undergarments.. Nice song though, huh, the dude who thought of 'if you were a blackboard i would chalk you'must be either very creative or very sick..yeah and the other dude who hasnt kissed a gal yet..awww i think that is soooooo sweet! Saving it for that special someone, and he aint bad looking either. Dude,if your reading this (sorry I forgot your name) good luck finding that lucky gal.Yeah, Fatin and I were laughing hysterically about some of the auditions that were too funny to handle. And we also gushed about some of the cute guys there too..sigh, America has many, many hot guys...&lt;br /&gt;This week, I went for an interview myself..ED board interview....i was practically petrified when they asked me to have a seat. I thought I wasnt supposed to sit or something but I sat anyways...and they told me I had to learn computer graphics ..and lets say I have NO IDEA how in the world it actually functions. Dont tell me to ask my parents, they are even greater dinosaurs when it comes to technology. My dad doesnt even know how to sms people and he asks me to do it FOR him. Good thing I had Photoshop in my comp, or I would have been in great distress. Oh how dramatic! Gotta ciao now, have 2 essays to finish. Joy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6807161350270344573?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6807161350270344573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6807161350270344573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6807161350270344573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6807161350270344573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-were-blackboard-i-would-chalk.html' title='If You Were A Blackboard I Would Chalk You??'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8808032531104393026</id><published>2008-01-08T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:30:04.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bed and I</title><content type='html'>Sigh, since school started, I somehow would wake up in the morning with eyebags and a sleepy face. I probably have to get a larger dose of sleep intead of my daily 11.30 pm slumber. Aww, but i like sleeping late cause I get to study a little bit more, and if Im lucky, watch the Oprah Winfrey Show. I guess I have to sleep earlier otherwise I would be late for school again.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, got our school books ...all of them look thick to me, especially add maths. My mum has been pestering me to go for Add Maths tuition but I keep inisting cuz I believe I can study it myself, thank you very much. But of course she forced me to go for BM tuition cuz yes its true, I suck at BM.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna write more but mum is asking me to go sleep. Its 10.30 now...hmm, maybe I can watch some Oprah before bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8808032531104393026?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8808032531104393026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8808032531104393026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8808032531104393026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8808032531104393026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-bed-and-i.html' title='My Bed and I'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-2041046127002622327</id><published>2008-01-02T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:18:50.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Goal</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Ballack scored the winning goal againts Fulham! What a great way for Chelsea to start the new year. And what in the world is Teves doing with a dummy in his mouth? ManU people, sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-2041046127002622327?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2041046127002622327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=2041046127002622327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2041046127002622327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/2041046127002622327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-goal.html' title='New Year Goal'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-274353392657229999</id><published>2008-01-02T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T03:39:59.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>2008, wow, i have to remember that when I start writing dates on my exercise books. What would i probably do this year... hmm maybe work my butt of studying for SPM, pass Grade 8 piano this time.. blah blah blah, long story short, I expect 2008 to be 90% stress and 10% fun. What joy! With Sue Hsien and Taira gone, school wouldnt be as fun as when they were there.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Sue Hsien with all her boy problems, listening to them does make me kinda bored but at least she tells me all her experiences with the opposite sex. Haha, I probably would stay single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And Taira with her German dictionary, let me tell you, speaking German aint all that easy. Besides, she lives on the same country as Michael Ballack. How cool is that? Probably not to you..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I promise to start studying daily from now on and stop after SPM, hmm only 11 months of studying out of 12? What Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-274353392657229999?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/274353392657229999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=274353392657229999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/274353392657229999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/274353392657229999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-352635585997741718</id><published>2007-12-31T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:07:10.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Benjamin</title><content type='html'>Oh my, after seeing a few pictures, I knew him after all. I never talked to him, but I saw him before, at the wedding choir.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Benjamin,&lt;br /&gt;Though we barely knew each other, may you rest in peace with the Lord Almighty by your side. May we praise the Lord with joy together in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;             Love, Sue May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-352635585997741718?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/352635585997741718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=352635585997741718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/352635585997741718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/352635585997741718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-memory-of-benjamin.html' title='In Memory of Benjamin'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6941524063954277532</id><published>2007-12-29T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:13:27.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I have been waiting for the day, and it finally came. Yes ManU lost to West Ham on Saturday. Of course I wasnt watching the match, cuz I had to cheer for Chelsea who of course, won. Quite disappointed with Ballack though, he kinda sucked. I expect him to do better next week... Haha, my cousin Paul was watching it with me and he was also supporting Chelsea, thanks to me! I influence people real easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6941524063954277532?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6941524063954277532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6941524063954277532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6941524063954277532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6941524063954277532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2007/12/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-6045878117288005294</id><published>2007-12-28T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:13:47.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Not A Movie Or Is It....</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, did everything in my checklist with my cousin Andrea. We&lt;br /&gt;1. Watched Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;2. Baked fudge brownies&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty interesting though I thought it should have been funnier. I guess happy ever after endings arent for me. Im more of a to be continued kinda person and I love comedy more than anything. For example, White Chicks. Yup two male FBI agents dressing up as rich girls is a movie I would enjoy. Oh, and I didnt think that Patrick Demblah guy was cute, I think the prince looks way better.&lt;br /&gt;Our brownies, haha lets just say that only real sweet tooths would enjoy it. They were VERY sweet probably because we added too much white chocolate in the brownie mix. Oh well, you cant really blame me because it was the first time I made a dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing I heard today, one of the youth that attended the youth camp passed away after drowning in a pool. Thank God I wasnt there or I would have been crying like nobodys business. I almost shed a tear listening to the story so you can probably imagine how much a mess I would be if I saw the tragedy. I dont think I know the boy but I pray for him and his family. Its funny how I can take the blood and gore in a horror movie but when it comes to real life, I freak out and get all emotional. Hah, thats human emotions for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-6045878117288005294?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6045878117288005294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=6045878117288005294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6045878117288005294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/6045878117288005294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifes-not-movie-or-is-it.html' title='Lifes Not A Movie Or Is It....'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-1935899215089594837</id><published>2007-12-25T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:09:04.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Probably Brown</title><content type='html'>Back safe at home, haha brought my cousin Andrea along with me. My balik kampung trip was pretty interesting, went up Penang Hill with my relatives. It took us about 5 hours to reach the top. Poor Paul and Brian, two of my younger cousins were lost somewhere in the forest. We had to look high and low for them! Thank goodness Brian asked a hiker who was passing by, for help or we would have been really worried!&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of Christmas Eve, my family and I went to the Queensbay Mall to buy a cake for my grandmother's birthday. Let me tell you, the mall was one of the longest I've ever seen! First my dad ordered the black forest cake from Secret Recipe but then changed it to Tiramisu cuz it just looked better. And it actually tasted great too!&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow,hmmm maybe my cousin and I will watch Enchanted...and bake some brownies..fudge brownies of course, not the soft ones from Secret Recipe..bluek! They have truely spoiled the good name of brownies. Hard brownies are the way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-1935899215089594837?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1935899215089594837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=1935899215089594837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1935899215089594837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/1935899215089594837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-probably-brown.html' title='Its Probably Brown'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-7293002929594463480</id><published>2007-12-20T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:24:37.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Ball</title><content type='html'>Im in Kulim now...stopped at Ipoh for a while to visit my grandparents before going to my other grandparents house in, you guessed it, Kulim. In Ipoh, I hung out with my cousin, who was what, 5 years old, and played 'football' with him! Haha, lets just say ball was not a football! I have to admit that  my cousin was pretty good although I let him win most of the time! He would say," Eh, never eat rice is it?" to me when I kicked the ball! Man, what a cheeky dude! Haha, it runs in the family!&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Andrea and her family will be arriving at the Penang Airport in the morning. Following my dad to pick her up despite me being sick and all. Just cant wait to see her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-7293002929594463480?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7293002929594463480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=7293002929594463480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7293002929594463480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/7293002929594463480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2007/12/kick-ball.html' title='Kick Ball'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-8601685414514372422</id><published>2007-12-17T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:36:27.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Santa</title><content type='html'>Man, I should have watched the match between Chelsea and Arseblah..cuz you know what, everytime I watch a match with Chelsea playing, they ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS win! I watched the Manblah vs Liverwhat match hoping to give Manblah some bad luck..and it worked. But just when I took my eyes of the tv, they scored a goal!ahaaha freak!&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my family and I are gonna 'balik kampung'  to Ipoh, Kulim and Penang! Meeting my cousins in Kulim..wooh so excited ahahah..I even bought so many different kinds of chocolates for them...hmmm theres the Kinder Bueno, Peanut Butter MNMs (finally they have it here), Reese and some Santa Claus caramel filling chocolate...hhhh..sadly I have eaten half of the MNMs but I wont allow myself to be tempted by Mr Santa Claus..that fat caramel filling Santa.....&lt;br /&gt;Hope my flu and cough goes away before I visit them...otherwise it would probably spoil my whole week having to blow my nose and cough like a grandma while watching Enchanted or climbing Penang Hill...so far, it hasnt been improving.. God, please heal me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633387442342462102-8601685414514372422?l=suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8601685414514372422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633387442342462102&amp;postID=8601685414514372422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8601685414514372422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633387442342462102/posts/default/8601685414514372422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeonthemonthofmay.blogspot.com/2007/12/fat-santa.html' title='Fat Santa'/><author><name>sue may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587962319350677414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633387442342462102.post-3588700148313449363</id><published>2007-12-16T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:55:32.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect 3</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to admit that Aveena was right! I did have some fun at camp. Here's some reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;1. I managed to go across this swinging log that supposed to represent my life, on my birthday! Hey it was not that easy because there were people kicking the log, trying to make me fall! It was pretty fun, the best birthday present I could ever give myself!&lt;br /&gt;2. I was cheered up by the sms-es sent to my from my great friends, Aveena, Eunice, Asfarina, Sook Han, Megan and cousin Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;3. I played this crazy game where by I had to spin my body 10 times before runnig to tag my team mate. I ended up bumping a trainer, and made him fall! Man am I strong!&lt;br /&gt;4. Made some new friends, and some old ones at my school. Annora was one of my room mates!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Learnt a lot of useful stuff ..after all studying should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;Im soooo excited cuz my cousin is coming to visit me from Austrailia! Too bad Im sick now..I think someone passed me a fever when I was at camp..well, thats what the doctor said! Andrea, I sooo cant wait to see you! You see, I have this mission: To introduce my cousin Andrea to my other cousin Aaron! Hope they get along well! Then we can be the Three Musketeers, or the Tree Blind Mice, which ever comes first!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, to everyone: thanks for the birthday comments and birthday wishes ! I was smiling while reading them! 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