<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662</id><updated>2009-10-31T10:31:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Story...</title><subtitle type='html'>from nothing to something and to nothing again...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-5005294940569462736</id><published>2008-12-13T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:12:55.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To date, I've attended more than 10 weddings of my friends. There was even one year when I attended 5 weedings during my christmas break. Yes, that many huh. Some that I was not able to attend,I still gave them wedding gift. And yes, most of the time I dont know what present to buy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very common items that I see people buy as presents ; photo frame, photo album, electrical goods, decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do need actually is just their presence and support during my day. To see them coming and celebrating with me is a pure joy. Yes, I am still cynical about relationships even as I am entering a new phase of my own life. I am not cynical of my new phase of life, rather I am excited and curious about it. But what I'm cynical about is the relationships that I have with some friends that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the many changing patterns in my relationships with them. Some may come,and some may go. But the true ones will always stay,no matter how far they can be. And some who are very near may not be the ones who will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 013 - good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..No.12: he loves mimik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-5005294940569462736?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5005294940569462736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=5005294940569462736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5005294940569462736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5005294940569462736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt14.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.14'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-2450639748630709415</id><published>2008-12-12T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:59:37.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be with my Bee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 012 - my tortoises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..No.11: he can cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-2450639748630709415?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2450639748630709415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=2450639748630709415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2450639748630709415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2450639748630709415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt13.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.13'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-309781915918684861</id><published>2008-12-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:56:40.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Gel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to be lazy today, I had to do quite a number of things around the house. I woke up quite late and after awhile, I started doing things around the house. 3 cycles for the washing machine. First for my ordinary clothes, second for the bed sheet,pillowcases and blanket,third was for the soiled linens such as the mat. An extra cycle was to clean the tub,if done once a month could keep the washing machine clean and healthy! Says the instruction booklet,sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the folding of the clothes. Then the vacuuming. Then the mopping. Then the defrosting of the fridge. I only finished doing those stuff at 730pm and by then I was soo hungry and tired. Mimik came though while I was mopping and I fed her  her biscuits. Oh by the way, mimik is my adopted cat. Yes, there is such a thing as an adopted cat. I just did it. We had marvellous time together. In fact, this year, I celebrated my birthday with her...huhuhu..it was only mimik and me...2 big candles..8 small ones..on a milo can..just me and my mimik...I blew the candles..mimik just loked at me...not from far but very near...I sang birthday song to myself..mimik just looked at me..yeah...thats my mimik...I love mimik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm so tired,I just wish someone would massage my body..especially my back..its aching..tired..need rest...so,until tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 011 - vacuuming,mopping,cleaning my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee.No.10: IT is his forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-309781915918684861?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/309781915918684861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=309781915918684861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/309781915918684861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/309781915918684861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt12.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.12'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-2043657910482813093</id><published>2008-12-10T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:03:05.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It rained cats and dogs today. Sooo coldd!!! I was not quite productive in the lab,as tomorrow is another public holiday for us in selangor,and I felt lazy to do anything. I took a late lunch and since I don't feel like having anything heavy, I went to my favourite place - mcD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the new place,the one with the drive-thru since I was so lazy to park and walk in to order my food. The moment I reached the place I saw that the menu had been changed. No more mcShaker fries!! No more happy meal with the madagascar toys!! Huahhh... Bee, you cant have mcShaker fries because they don't offer it anymore. Instead they are offering the prosperity meal. I dont eat prosperity meals. I had it once. I had enough with that one serving. Huhu..no more mcShaker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,I'm going to be lazy.I'm going to spend the whole day being lazy...uuuu,nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 010 - set meals with different themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..No.9: he wears specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-2043657910482813093?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2043657910482813093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=2043657910482813093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2043657910482813093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2043657910482813093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt11.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.11'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-8205594092782496759</id><published>2008-12-09T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:24:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT IF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could turn back time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go back in time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could sleep all day?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could pretend to be someone else?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could be somewhere else?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could be at two place at the same time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could speak faster than I could now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could fly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could have a credit card with no limit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could do whatever I want?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I WOULD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;...not change anything that I've done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...go to the times when I was with my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...wake up also,but not as early as 7am..I'm not a morning person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...not know how to pretend to be someone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...like to be with my loved one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...like to bring my loved one also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...talk rubbish,I think..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...fly to be with the one I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...stop and ponder..when will that time come ooh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...like to be with Bee where ever he is right now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things to miss 009 - waking up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About my Bee..No.8: he is not as tall as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-8205594092782496759?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8205594092782496759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=8205594092782496759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/8205594092782496759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/8205594092782496759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt10.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.10'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-5939939671816565775</id><published>2008-12-08T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:40:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.9</title><content type='html'>Today I can afford to be lazy. I woke up late. Yeah, it's a public holiday. Another public holiday for us in selangor is this thursday due to the sultan of selangor's birthday. So I can afford another day of kemalasan, hehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today....hmm...the major activity was cleaning my fridge. Yeah,serious...hari mencuci peti sejuk. Well, I did not defrost it,just cleared up the space inside. Huh,messy...who would have thought that I have been a penternak kulat-kulat in that small fridge that I have. Luckily the kandang kulat was confined in the unopened packages in the fridge. It never emitted any foul smell, so I think thats why it never occured to me to throw those things away. It just so happened that I saw a few strips of expired medicines,so I decided to go through the things in my fridge. So yalah..I threw away expired things such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;medicines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cencaluk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'kauk do-ot'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, only the sweets and medicines are expired. The food items were not expired. I just didn't want to keep them anymore,so I decided to throw them away. No point keeping them when I know I will not eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this thursday I will defrost it. Have to wake up early lah if I want to do that. It takes the whole morning for it to defrost completely. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained the whole day. My clothes are still outside..still wet..and not dry&amp;amp;crisp.Hmm..hope tomorrow it will not rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 008 - rainy days..as in it rains the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..No.7: he plays guitar too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-5939939671816565775?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5939939671816565775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=5939939671816565775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5939939671816565775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5939939671816565775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt9.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.9'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-5137968739624081198</id><published>2008-12-07T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:44:06.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's sunday and tomorrow being a public holiday due to hari raya haji, the road should be clear and lesser traffic jams on those normally busy roads. But, I dont think so. Because it's a public holiday,and it's also the school holidays, I doubt there will be any peace on the road. In fact I expect it to be a lot more chaotic than usual. It's not a nice feeling to be trapped in the car during a massive traffic jam. It's suffocating actually..even with your favourite tune or if your loved ones are in the same car. It's the feeling of being right in the middle of SOOO MANY CARS that makes me uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that uneasy feeling,being in a crowd..sort of an anxiety attack,whenever I'm in public. I have not always been like this. I think only just for the past 2 years that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I've had that kind of feeling. Something that I can't describe..even until now. I guess that's why I would rather stay at home on weekends or public holidays than going ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;t and face the crowd. Too many uncertainties. I need stability. At times I think I'm going crazy. But stability does not guarantee sanity. So howla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tomorrow, I think I'll just stay in...eat,drink,surf the net,watch astro...probably go out for lunch..or maybe not...the weather is unpredictable nowadays..always raining..drizzling..not too good to go out but very nice to stay indoors...ahh,life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STvtDDRpYsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oPjib8L_Xg0/s1600-h/DSCN3579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STvtDDRpYsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oPjib8L_Xg0/s320/DSCN3579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277072025069380290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;come,come,join me in my cosy box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Things to miss 007 - lots&amp;amp;lots of public holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; About my Bee.. No.6: he likes to tease me..sometimes its mean ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-5137968739624081198?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5137968739624081198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=5137968739624081198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5137968739624081198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5137968739624081198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt8.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.8'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STvtDDRpYsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oPjib8L_Xg0/s72-c/DSCN3579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-3646897816611684861</id><published>2008-12-06T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:40:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ahh..a long weekend..woke up late and did some stuff before I went out to have lunch and to catch up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Doreen. We had kolo mee! Yay! The place was at Pandan Indah and the taste of the kolo mee there is almost the same as the one at home.So okay la I think..melepaskan kerinduan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I received a gift from Doreen. Its for my Bee&amp;amp;I. The first person to give us a gift. Let me show what she gave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STqZM10VPrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yrhJEsrzLB0/s1600-h/PC060016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STqZM10VPrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yrhJEsrzLB0/s320/PC060016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276698359302012594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's pink&amp;amp;purplish. But since my mattress here is single, I have to bring it back to kuching lah, can't use it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tomorrow is sunday. And monday is a public holiday. Have to do some cleaning around the house. A lot of things to throw away. Huhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Things to miss 006 - kolo mee pandan indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;About my Bee..No.5: he plays drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-3646897816611684861?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3646897816611684861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=3646897816611684861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/3646897816611684861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/3646897816611684861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt7.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.7'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STqZM10VPrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yrhJEsrzLB0/s72-c/PC060016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-6116187300149707290</id><published>2008-12-05T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:52:56.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear Gel, today is friday and its a good beginning to a long weekend. Yes, next monday is a public holiday. And next week, those in selangor will enjoy another day of public holiday on thursday because it is the sultan's birthday. Yippee!!! Only 3 working days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite lazy today. I didn't even go in the lab even though I told Bee that I'll be doing some cleaning in the lab. Hah! I went to klia instead,to pick up cards from Bee's dad. And the first person to receive the invitation card from me was kak nina! yay! yep,she was thrilled. Then to the other 2 ladies in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh...it was a lazy afternoon too. It rained heavily. It was cold outside. Even colder inside. It wasn't long until it was time to go home. When I reached home, the rain had stopped,the air was cool,mimik nowhere to be seen. But I don't mind. I just want to be home,sit,relax,eat,lay down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was too lazy to prepare anything in the kitchen, I ordered dominos. Yay! My favourite! I bought a large beef mania pizza with 2 boxes of cinnastix(MY FAVOURITE!!) with icing and a box of hot&amp;amp;spicy chicken. But the delivery guy came late..I was already so damn hungry...so when he finally came, it was such a joy to hear the knockings on the door with him loudly saying ' DOMINOS!'. When I opened the door, he handed me the boxes of food,and then he said..'sebab kami lambat...', and then he handed me a free regular pizza voucher. Okay. They admitted they were late,so,its okay,im okay with it,at least they say sorry. You can never go wrong by saying sorry. But must mean what you say la. If its done just because you were forced to say so,it would be very obvious and it will further offend the other person. Hmm,so yalah..that last line was a bit off from the pizza story..sorry ah Gel, a bit off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So full!! Still have 3 slices of pizza in the box. That will be my breakfast tomorrow. And the cinnastix too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for today. Until tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 005 - Dominos Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..No.4: he likes anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-6116187300149707290?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6116187300149707290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=6116187300149707290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/6116187300149707290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/6116187300149707290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt6.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.6'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-2006399216634634123</id><published>2008-12-04T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:10:51.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.5</title><content type='html'>Wahhhh!!!! Today I finally had the chance to eat Move It McFlurry!!! And McShaker Fries!!! After not being able to get those items when I went to the new McD drive-thru last Monday evening, I finally got it today!!! Yayy!!!  It was good!!! Marvellous!!! Sodap..sodap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to go to the old Bangi McD at Warta complex. No, the building is not old. But McD has been there for as long as I could remember..4,5 years maybe? The crowded space does not appeal to me. I have to park quite far just to go to McD. But with the new McD near PKNS building, they have a drive-thru,so it is soooo convenient to go there. However, because the establishment, the building and the crew are quite new,they always ran out of stock of stuff...like hashbrown for example. Adaka they can ran out of hashbrown for their breakfast meals last week when it was not even 11am? I think it was only 10-ish when we arrived there."Sorry kak, hashbrown dah abis..kite org ganti dengan fries yek?" Haih, I wouldn't go to McD for breakfast if it wasn't for the hashbrown. But since we were already there,apa boleh buat,just get lah! But ah,then ahh,half way eating and drinking and talking....a lalat bunuh diri in my cup of tea. Yes, it died in my cup. I remembered there were quite a number of lalats there...so,eee..donno lah...not clean? or not clean enough? But the lady at the counter gladly  got me a new cup of tea when I showed her the dead lalat in my cup. So it was okay..no big deal...but they have to do something with the rest of the lalat though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McD i went to this afternoon was very near to the place where I had to get some papers certified. Hmm, oh joy...the troubles I had to go through after meeting that lady...uuu...sunguh menyakitkan hati...I think she's like a clerk with a fancy title but earning big bucks. But the thought that she asked me to type the format of her declaration and put my own essay into the format really ticked me off. I was at her office. I had to go back to my office just to type the few lines. Go back to her office an hour later to submit the declaration for her to sign. But......she wasn't in the second time around. Arghhh!!! HAMPEH! BANGANG! ish ish ish...I had to ring her up and asked her what time will she be back...ayoooo....why cant she give me the soft copy of the format in the first place? I was holding my thumb drive. I asked for a softcopy so that I could work on it at some nearby cafe and print it from the kedai. Things that made me angry that time were: 1.Its not that I asked her to type the format for me. 2.I dont expect her to print it out. 3.I dont believe that she does not know how to operate a computer because I could see a big monitor on her table,in front of her. What monitor could that be? TV ka? Anyway, since then, I've found another place where people can go to see a pesuruhjaya sumpah. The one at that bangi place ahh...ermm...she had the masam face all 3 times I went to her..so yalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' sleepy..I'm tired..until tomorrow lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 004 - bangang people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..No.3: he likes to use the word 'per se'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-2006399216634634123?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2006399216634634123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=2006399216634634123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2006399216634634123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2006399216634634123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt5.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.5'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-2826244223750540698</id><published>2008-12-03T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:38:17.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.4</title><content type='html'>Today when I was driving to work, I saw a group of stray dogs. The mother and 3 juvenile kids. Sadly, one of the kid was berkurap and not in good shape. Not that the rest of them are healthy looking anyway but what caught my attention was when the kid with the kurap stopped to garu-garu its body. The mother stopped and so were the other 2 kids..they waited for the kurap one to stop scratching and when it finally did,it joined the rest of the clan and together they ran towards a semak samun. Hmm,sweet..the mother and the 2 kids waited for the one left behind. It happened twice..he stopped once,garu,walk for a bit,then stop again to garu the itch,done with the scratching and finally joined the mother and the siblings. Hmm...nice..the waiting part,not the garu-garu part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in the office, a colleague was informed that she just got the scholarship to pursue her masters. yippee!! 1 good news among the bad ones that I've heard for the past few days. At least someone is making a progess. At least a dream has been fulfilled. At least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gel, I ate chicken rice for lunch today. The sauce was nice. RM3.50. I dont remember when was the last time I ate chicken rice...maybe a few months back? Emm,dont remember...Then i bought cut fruits-pineapple,jambu,watermelon,banana...mmmm,not nice,except for the pineapple.It was juicy,sweet and sour at the same time. Havent had those for quite some time too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way home this evening, there was a very bad traffic jam,somewhere near sg.Tangkas approaching Hentian Kajang. It wasn't massive,but it was bad because I hate to be trapped in traffic jams! Apalagik la yg jem tok...ada lembu melintas kali...huhuhu...when I approached Hentian Kajang area,only then I saw a badly damaged mini van. And there was a guy stretched on the road. There were policemen,there was an ambulance too. But I wonder why wasn't the guy be brought to the hospital...what else to wait? The guy was injured,the ambulance was there,people started crowding around that area..looking..talking..whispering..a dark cloud approaching that place and then it drizzled. After the spot where the accident happened, the road was clear. It was the drivers who purposely slowed down to LOOK and STARE at those people who were involved. Poor them...these drivers only tolong one thing..TOLONG TENGOK ajak..dah la men-yelow-kan traffic..in the words of a fellow semenanjungian, hampeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhh...I'm sleepy..maybe I should stop for now...sleepy...tired..want to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 003 - stray dogs, chicken rice, drivers who slow down to stare at accidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee..no.2: I call him Bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-2826244223750540698?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2826244223750540698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=2826244223750540698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2826244223750540698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/2826244223750540698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt4.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.4'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-4205025877703948868</id><published>2008-12-02T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:03:24.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gel..Pt.3</title><content type='html'>Dear Gel.Yes, I've changed the title to 'Dear Gel' because I've given you that name yesterday. So from now on,it will be Gel. I know,I know..why 'Gel' right? hmm,it was something that came into my mind at that time,so yalah...now you're Gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on my way to work, I witnessed something very amusing. A colleague told me once of someone's peculiar behaviour on the road,but I never saw her in action. But I saw her this morning. She was right in front of me from Hentian Kajang. She is currently driving her brand new SUV. Very chic. Very sporty. But her attitude..hmm..very the not nice wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially she queued up. The queue was not extra ordinary. In fact it was the usual queue. But, yalah, after a while,she got impatient waiting. Seriously,it was only for a while,less than 30 seconds. Then she got out from the line,and drove straight to the front of the line,while intimidating the first car in the line. Kecian,kecian...dah la kreta kecik,kenak buli by a SUV. According to my colleague, even when she was still driving her old corolla, she did that a few times, at the same junction. Haah,so much for being educated to the highest level..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I bought a pack of choki-choki today. Have not eaten it though. Maybe tomorrow I will. Maybe I'll buy ding-dang or tora. Collect the free toys. Do they still have free toys inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gel, since I'll be with my significant other in due time, I think I'll tell you about him bit by bit. One trait at a time,until the day arrives. So I'll start with this post,okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until tomorrow,adios Gel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 002 - choki-choki, dumb but very intelligent drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Bee...no.1: he smirks quite often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-4205025877703948868?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4205025877703948868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=4205025877703948868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/4205025877703948868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/4205025877703948868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gelpt3.html' title='Dear Gel..Pt.3'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-9198207670264477225</id><published>2008-12-01T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:49:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog..Pt.2</title><content type='html'>Since I'll be updating you everyday (I hope!), I might as well give you a name so that it will be more mesra.Hmm..what name ah?mmm...I think I'll call you Gel. Don't know why, I just felt like calling you Gel...so from now on,it's Gel,okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gel..another day has passed. Nothing much to be written today. What did I do today? Nothing much. Where did I go today? Apart from office,it was just the post office. Other than that,nahh..What did I eat today? Beehoon soup, keropok,keropok and more keropoks. And for dinner I ate luncheon meat with rice and fried drumstick. Why is it called a luncheon meat?"Because the British used to eat it during lunch", a voice answered. Hmm,kay lah,kay lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a count down,or sort of a count down, I'm going to make a list of things that I will miss one day,starting from today..so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to miss 001 - beehoon soup, queueing up at the post office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - to a certain avid reader of Gel...bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-9198207670264477225?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9198207670264477225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=9198207670264477225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/9198207670264477225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/9198207670264477225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-blogpt2.html' title='Dear blog..Pt.2'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-4023992100197202082</id><published>2008-11-30T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:38:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog..Pt.1</title><content type='html'>Dear blog..I know I've not been updating you since my last post on the 7th July 08. It's not that I have nothing to talk about. I have a lot of things to say actually. Really. I'm not joking. Really, a lot of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that 1 month from this day,30th November 08, I will be somewhere different,yet exciting...somewhat glad,yet anxious..somehow happy,yet worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will (try!) blog everyday starting from today about myself, my journey, my excitement, my sadness, my fear, my anxiety, my everything, until the day when I enter into the unknown..the place feared by some..the place yearned by others..the place I hope to find eternal happiness with my significant other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STKW-btdnzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9oB_khgbZ1Y/s1600-h/2008-10-02-00.42.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STKW-btdnzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9oB_khgbZ1Y/s320/2008-10-02-00.42.17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274444112938770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-4023992100197202082?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4023992100197202082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=4023992100197202082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/4023992100197202082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/4023992100197202082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-blogpt1.html' title='Dear blog..Pt.1'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/STKW-btdnzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9oB_khgbZ1Y/s72-c/2008-10-02-00.42.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-6817637914950971528</id><published>2008-07-07T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:50:50.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday present</title><content type='html'>yeah,yeah! after so many years (well,ever since i came to work in malaya) of birthdays&amp;amp;no celebration&amp;amp;no present, this year i received a birthday present from doreena. though given belated, she actually told me about the present wayyy before my birthday. it's big. it's pink. it's,it's,it's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948793236889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SHD7xV6dH6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kgDqm_0euwo/s320/P7060205re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's a pink stuffed rectangular doll(??).hehe...but i love it!!!!! anyone who are fans of princess hours would definitely recognize the doll as the princess used the exact doll to lepas geram on.hahaha!!! can you see whose pic i've put in the face pocket???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;name : not yet decided&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;age : +- 2 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gender : male&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;location : kajang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so anyone has any ideas on what name should i call him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and to my friend who would like to remain unidentified (you know who you are...),susah lah ya kalik reflexology/massage less than 50/hour. kl standard,doik de less so 50,hehehe...tapi cadangan2 mu akan topat2 d kuching akan ku pertimbangkan.maybe ba ku ogik masa ku palik kch,oku akan nosak topat2 demunok. tapi kirieng keh de molas noh? pak nyaa keh / sinok nyaa? kadang2 ogik topat memang murah,tapi kebersihan/amalan2 molas noh...agak...kurafat..hahahahah.....botul keh perkataan de pakai ku onoh?? anyway,maksud ku,amalan2 yg melibatkan benda2 asing,hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tonight im online coz for some reason my laptop could detect someone with wireless connectivity.so in other words,im mencuri bandwith orang la tok,hahahah!!!apa2 pun, aku berterima kasih&amp;amp;bersyukur akan kelebihan tok...moga2 malam2 yang seterusnya akan ada lagik,ok??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmmm,anyone knows where i can get second hand plastic dining table,the square one,whatever colour will do...i'm having guests coming over in august &amp;amp; i really need a bigger dining table than what i have now...so anyone knows of anybody who wants to sell off their table according to my specifications / any kedai that can offer good deal on dining table,do msg me. would appreciate it very much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;till my next posting,cheers!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-6817637914950971528?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6817637914950971528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=6817637914950971528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/6817637914950971528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/6817637914950971528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-present.html' title='birthday present'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SHD7xV6dH6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kgDqm_0euwo/s72-c/P7060205re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-6619314830605267608</id><published>2008-07-04T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:57:44.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after...</title><content type='html'>right now i'm at starbucks kajang,online while eating sandwich&amp;having choc cream frap. my colleague&amp;i checked ouT from the hotel at around 1030 and i reached kajang at 11++. so what i did was i came to metropoint,went up to the 1st floor and went straight to reborn reflexology. yeah,i need to wind down&amp;destress myself after 4 days of mental&amp;spiritual torture...not forgetting yesterday's verbal torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the promotion package of foot reflexolgy+whole body massage.only 100.1 hour for the foot and 1 hour for the body.kena picit,kena pukul,kena tarik,kena tekan,kena cubit....still in cloud 9.it was intoxicating,i may want more!!!hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-6619314830605267608?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6619314830605267608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=6619314830605267608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/6619314830605267608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/6619314830605267608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-after.html' title='the day after...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-3947166243081857525</id><published>2008-07-03T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:19:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week...</title><content type='html'>idoh la kamal...students noh nai practical de topat koih,noh sobab eh oku ogik students,bukannya oku cikgu,hehehe.suka lagik ku balas msg mu daang blog tih,hehehe..bah,kan sudi ngin bih komen dang tih geh;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole of this week i've been staying at melia as i was the secretariat for some meeting. hence the constant update because broadband is everywhere!! just wish kajang town is like this..easy connectivity to the internet. then i wouldn't have to go to the kedai kopi mahal just to be online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though times square is just opposite,bukit bintang&amp;amp;sg.wang are just behind,i didn't have the feeling to buy anything. maybe i've lost the interest..or maybe because of the recession..or maybe i just wasn't into it! i am so dead tired..physically,mentally and spiritualy. to make matters worse,my colleague&amp;amp;i were given some tongue lashing during the last session during the meeting. u see, both of us were the rapporteur,so as i know,during meeting such as this,our job is to take note of questions&amp;amp;answers being raised after progress report presentation or discussion. anyway, this was not my first time doing rapporteuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if u've read one of my posting not so long ago, i mentioned of someone who drives me crazy at times and this week could be summarized as those times when i just wish i could ask some divine intervention to make him CEASE from this world!!! the remark he gave was...'what have u been doing these few days?'... like, HELLO!! who have been running around,accomodating requests from the participants,get this,bring that,take this,type that,open this,ask that,and god knows what else!!and after all these things that we did, he still could not digest the fact that he is so blessed with a team that are so capable of doing odd jobs at the most oddest or weirdest moments??pasya, time certificate presentation to secretariat, ada hati mok shake hand ngan aku!!!binaka!!!ku hulur jak tangan.sikda pun niat mok berjabat tangan.senyum pun sik.pandang apa gik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panas jak hati....even though the air-con was below 25C,i felt my inner self boiling almost to the brim.f**k him la,m not going to work tomorrow.anyway, we only need to check out tomorrow so don't expect me to go to the office&amp;amp;be in the same building as him after what he had said today!i really don't know how else i could be patient with him,or,for how long i could stand his insults before one day i will raise my hand and throw something in his direction.oh God,please hear my plea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy&amp;amp;very tired right now.i'll post some pictures taken during my stay at melia some other time.i miss my mimik&amp;amp;kura2...wonder what they're up to now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-3947166243081857525?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3947166243081857525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=3947166243081857525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/3947166243081857525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/3947166243081857525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-week.html' title='what a week...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-6695211737170012590</id><published>2008-07-02T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:29:04.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another entry...</title><content type='html'>ever since i got back from my gawai holidays, i've been here&amp;amp;there. it seems after gawai is the time when my schedule is in full swing. my first day at work after my gawai break i was told to go to penang for a promotion assignment,the following day. i have yet to unpack my things from kch&amp;amp;i had to pack to go to penang! what a week!! it was exhausting! what can i say about penang during that trip? i stayed at the same hotel as i did 2 years ago. i went to the ever famous street with all the hawker stylefood...what is it called again??ahh,can't remember,m quite sleepy while typing this...hehehe..maybe tomorow morning i'll remember the name of the street,but for the time being i'll just call the street the ever famous street;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i bought some asam,tau sa pia and what else to buy from penang ah?? couldn't think of any that time as whatever brand you have in selangor,u can find it in penang also. except for the tau sa pia mabe,but the rest are more or less the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i got back from the penang trip, i was busy handling my 2 students. luckily they are the obedient ones this time around. such sweet kids;) to leave them for a long period of time is not a good example,hehehe..but, what to do, my schedule is already filled with prior engagements,and, actually i was sort of forced to take them to be under my supervision. so i did my best to accomodate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ah, last tuesday i was assigned for parliament duty. it was a last minute thing as the guy who were supposed to be on duty couldn't make it. but,when i got back i found out the story behind his supposedly 'tak dapat bertugas' matter.hampeh case! anyway, i had fun,i guess?? but i reached a bit too early,730 mahh...the sitting only started at 10.so can imagine ah how early i was...even earlier than the tukang cleaner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...sleepy oredi....need my rest....early morning tomorrow...will update again tomorrow nite....&lt;div 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entry...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-307951719072677289</id><published>2008-06-30T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:50:50.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last...</title><content type='html'>i've been wanting to update my blog but ever since i came back from kch,i've been swamped with many things to think about&amp;amp;many more things to do both at home&amp;amp;at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'll start with my gawai. well, i can't compare it with last year's celebration as i wasn't around last year. so just a few photos taken during this year's celebration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217702978896925826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SGkBNvimFII/AAAAAAAAAF8/a_gItxpVnlU/s320/DSCN3472re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so this picture was taken at my aunt's house,all the way on top of one of the hill in the kampung.yes,nang banyak bukit di kampung ya,tapi sik la tinggi gilak. anyway, look at the happy faces who were doing the toast...huge smile...from ear to ear...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704297572879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SGkCaf_cSwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nOfMuJaXwYo/s320/DSCN3507re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is another toasting session at my house.not on top of any hill,hehe,just the normal/usual terrace house.but the atmosphere...superb!!i can't remember the last time i had so much fun taking pictures of my relatives:)oh,they are from my mum's side of the family &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217702994836734418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SGkBOq68QdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TeV8oXlZH04/s320/P6030134re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this little girl??one of the many things in my wishful list is to have my mini-me to be somewhat like her;) she is sooo adorable&amp;amp;she wouldn't resist any offer to take picture with me!!she will just leave whatever she was doing at that time&amp;amp;pose with me in an instant!!ahh,one of my favourite anak buah..we call her shamin,or,meeeeen. chit chatting with her is soo much fun!she'll be talking non-stop,without the annoying factor; her lively giggles; her sweet smile...see how she puts her hand over mine??i felt soooo loved&amp;amp;needed,hahaha!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;since i'll be staying at melia for the rest of the week,with easy internet access,i'll update again tomorrow on what else i've been doing.till then,adios!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-307951719072677289?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/307951719072677289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=307951719072677289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/307951719072677289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/307951719072677289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-last.html' title='at last...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SGkBNvimFII/AAAAAAAAAF8/a_gItxpVnlU/s72-c/DSCN3472re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-5775453708752293430</id><published>2008-06-04T22:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:50:53.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pot luck dinner at blessed sacrament...</title><content type='html'>in my previous post i mentioned a pot luck dinner in conjunction with corpus christi &amp;amp; gawai celebration. so i'm posting some pictures taken during the dinner...enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208040716338734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEatcCkkJgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j07VOwCUM9U/s320/P5250077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;side view of BSC &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208042353533095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEau7VmHjvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/I4N6E1Xm1fo/s320/P5250078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's my mum...and the one in the blue shirt is my dad. my bro was in front,no where to be seen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047480368508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEazlwi7rPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JE_C-OnG3Xs/s320/P5250079re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me! with my mum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047489862902146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEazmT6koYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5a3QGbyAGeo/s320/P5250080re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see,so many people!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047496980194258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEazmubd49I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jf_3E9bud7E/s320/P5250083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the parish priest...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047503731373042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEaznHlEs_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2G-Jur4rfI/s320/P5250087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first round of this meat was quite masin...after that i was HEAVEN!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208047512138090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEaznm5ZByI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YcfVrMmqwK0/s320/P5250091re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me &amp;amp; my mummy again! this time we were already seated &amp;amp; was waiting for the blessing of food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208053785182412786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEa5UvztH_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RKjWD8Tqzkk/s320/P5250104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heated discussion,sampe the camera pun gegar2...my cousins &amp;amp; their parents were there also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208053790979660434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEa5VFZ4GpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QW8DVLbdmfY/s320/P5250102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bah,ki sok mija tok tik eh?? moh bogok tiak kuban pinguman de mija demutik,moh dik tok piruh tiak mija tok...mummy!!daddy!!find us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208053798148978834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEa5VgHLOJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UEQmlg6vE6A/s320/P5250115re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see the next table? already set for tapau-ing,hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208053808911918514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEa5WINQpbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qRcopjQMxNE/s320/P5250117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our table pun lebih kurang jak....hehehe..aihh,don't waste food!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208053815178623346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEa5WfjW-XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ORypEa5OXbo/s320/P5250130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of us after the dinner...ok jak,sikda rupa kenyang,hehehe...was the taste to my liking??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;err...lets just say,when we bought the tickets,it was for charity,so,sik pat komen lebey2...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;next post : gawai activities!!! tune in again!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-5775453708752293430?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5775453708752293430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=5775453708752293430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5775453708752293430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/5775453708752293430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/pot-luck-dinner-at-blessed-sacrament.html' title='pot luck dinner at blessed sacrament...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SEatcCkkJgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j07VOwCUM9U/s72-c/P5250077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-346232972860193468</id><published>2008-05-29T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:34:19.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mirc--more interesting relay chat??</title><content type='html'>ahhh...finally i'm home. m back for my annual mid-year break cum gawai holidays. this time, i'm off for 11 working days,so 2 weeks holidays lah. so lamak u say? no lah...holidays can never be too long,but always never enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a friend's wedding last saturday. morning was church blessing at st. thomas and the reception was that evening at hilton. it was alright. food was great. makan-makan ended around 10++,but of course the karaoke @ mejeng session didn't end until midnight (or wayyy past mid night sometimes!). but i went home after the last course,didn't want to wait any longer as i didn't drive that night. u see, my mum's wira is still not out from the workshop,so the only car we have at home is my dad's car. so have to kongsi2 &amp;amp; plan our trip if anyone wants to go out. hmm,so susah la if there's no extra car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on sunday, there was a pot luck dinner at blessed sacrament church. corpus christi cum gawai celebration. but...sikda feel gawai pun!! muka2 yg sik celebrate gawai jak yg rami. in the words of rizal af6,..ape ke hal nyer yop!...seriously, people went there just to eat. even the priest wasn't interested in mingling around with the parishioners.which is so typical of him. i know, i know...i'm meng-umpat-ing a priest. but the attitude demonstrated how it defeats the purpose &amp;amp; the way of life of priests...to love &amp;amp; care about their parishioners...well, that was what i was taught last time...i took pictures,but since the pc i'm using is not so convenient for me to upload pictures,i'll post the pics in my future post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,my sis is not around as she has gone to labuan for matriculation programme. so it's me all alone in the room. although i have more space for myself, but it's not the same without her. i tried sabotaging the position of her patung2 in the room,which used to be fun because she would sabotage me back,now it's no more fun...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i log into mirc after many years. wow...very different from what i was used to. it's quieter. but scarier. how scary? well, lets just put it this way...kids nowadays are more bolder in telling other people of their sexual preferences...and their wishes of...getting..laid...not scary enough u say? the kid was only 20 &amp;amp; just been dumped by the gf, or ex-gf, or maybe it was mutual separation, or maybe he initiated,or what ever lah! anyways, the question posed to me was...am i open minded...that got me off guard. &amp;amp; i knew something was not the usual...i tried not to sound or be judgemental. i knew very little of him to pass judgement,right?but i didn't try to lecture him,or, be patronising.after all, maybe mirc nowadays is meant for normal and paranormal conversations,hehehee...and the guy said he met many gays tried to chat him up..sheeshh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was also another guy who said he's married &amp;amp; was just into irc to 'look for some fun before his wife finish watching some dumb korean (or was it mandarin?) dvd'.ehh? and then he said he was 'hot here'--&gt;i think 'here' means in irc,or,at the position in front of his pc??so i told him to just go &amp;amp; kacau his wife la,dont wait till the dvd ends to get 'anything' over with.i dont want him to raise the hot issue then..or any other matter that could be raised*wink*wink*hahahaha!!! that was it lah...i just logged off after that. like,irc could be that...low nowadays ka,or, just i was at the wrong time,&amp;amp;, at the wrong channel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway people,i'm glad that i'm back for gawai as last year i wasn't here to celebrate. so hopefully gawai this year would bring interesting memories for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post, here's wishing all A SELAMAT GAWAI DAYAK!! GAYU GURU GERAI NYAMAI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;TARA, TARA, TARA!!! UUUHHAAAAAA!!!!!!!&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/1390578175737023662-346232972860193468?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/346232972860193468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=346232972860193468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/346232972860193468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/346232972860193468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhh.html' title='mirc--more interesting relay chat??'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-1389698410811462345</id><published>2008-05-21T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:32:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to genting?i may never want to go there anymore...</title><content type='html'>a long weekend had passed. saturday,sunday and monday off. so last week, i was hoping to use these 3 days to do some last minute shopping before i'm off for my gawai break. but, it did not turn out that way as i was 'forced' to go for a workshop over the weekend,up there in awana genting. anyone knows what's in store for a workshop that dishes out title such as 'penerapan budaya inovasi'? let me do the honour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was the day. i arrived early so as to nab a good parking spot.why? i'll be leaving my car to use the designated transportation.the janji was at 730.it was 8 when we started our journey. biasalah, jam indonesia,always half hour later than expected time. because there were only 10 of us (1 was already up there,he drove), so we were ferried up there in pajeros. ah,better than i expected. initially they told us we would be using the bus. i had some apprehension because the bus could never be able to scale the bukit!!! we'll be stranded half way up lah if use the bus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we arrived there at about 1030.okla.but the people from sirim were not there yet. so we were invited to makan&amp;amp;minum (again!at our last stop i took mi goreng at genting sempah R&amp;amp;R). after mkn minum,we waited.it was only about 1130 or so that the folks from sirim arrived.then they say,'makan&amp;amp;minum dulu lah!". again??apparently, their buses were not endowed with the ability to panjat the bukit. lucky we use the pajero.otherwise,the same fate would happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we started late, the activities lasted till almost midnight. letih you know. generate new ideas. be innovative. be creative. as if we can be creative as easy as abc. i need to do something repetitive &amp;amp; ,some would say, sort of meng-khayal-kan, in order for me to be at least imaginative. when the mind is being soothed, ideas will flow easily i would say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday morning, we had aktiviti senaman. well, at least them,NOT me,hehehe. i.., err.., overslept..hehehe. i was soo tired. monday till thursday in the office,faced the uni kids,then friday go to awana&amp;amp;the activity only ended almost midnight. so i was soo tired taht i found it hard to wake up. my room mate had decided to NOT attend the morning exercise. lagik best! coz she oredi decided,hehehe. but the next session only started at 830,so we managed to arrived on time. but our group kenak deduct markah. apparently, not only the 2 of us,there were quite a number of people not able to attend the morning exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was presentation time. what can i say..i can't wait to go home. there was nothing else to do up there, except,think,think,think...and i was bored to think anything anymore up there. i might have a very different feeling the next time i go up there..or i may never will go up there again...bengkel at awana &amp;amp; conference at first world 2 years back...i will never be able to look at genting the way i used to look at it many many years ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-1389698410811462345?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1389698410811462345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=1389698410811462345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/1389698410811462345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/1389698410811462345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-gentingi-may-never-want-to-go.html' title='a trip to genting?i may never want to go there anymore...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-8787414638909749020</id><published>2008-05-08T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:19:15.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to hear me complaining??</title><content type='html'>How do you work with someone who has an ego as gigantic as the pre-historic dinosaur?&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle someone who has an attitude that surpasses even the world known diva?&lt;br /&gt;How do you communicate with someone that treats other people badly?&lt;br /&gt;How do you negotiate with someone who adopts the 'holier-than-thee' act?&lt;br /&gt;How do you survive in an environment fiercer than any battle in the animal kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i do have to go through each and every how-dos that i've mentioned. In fact,every day. For the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do I feel after being subjected to those treatments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes wishing some divine intervention to remove him from his current position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be picked upon. Scapegoat. You know, the environment that I'm in is not a very conducive one. I know, I may be complaining too much. Must always remember,to be thankful for the things I have. But if I'm being dragged into something I know is/are wrong,&amp;amp; not being able to do anything to stop the debacle,should I just say..let's just surrender everything to the Lord?... or ...it's in HIS plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fate. I know that. But by not doing anything to at least lessen the extremity of the chaos, is being too complacent. I can't change anything by talking. The word change is a verb that requires some action to be done in order to accomplish its meaning. So what shall I do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not regret the actions that I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I believe in the thing called sexist. Especially the term misogyny - hatred of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I have to face the reality of my boss being one. Yeah, I know,I sedang mengumpat.Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to understand the inner-workings of his mind,the more I loath him. Being understanding is not easy,especially if it concerns someone who has no respect towards the other sex. I can never understand his sexual preferences. Nor can I ever accept his holier-than-thee attitude. This kind of hypocrisy should not be tolerated. It should be stopped. Please la...any divine intervention will do..God,please hear my prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being emotional today. This is not induced by any chemical/physical factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just me,complaining...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-8787414638909749020?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8787414638909749020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=8787414638909749020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/8787414638909749020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/8787414638909749020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-want-to-hear-me-complaining.html' title='Do you want to hear me complaining??'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-3637761652739741010</id><published>2008-04-28T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:59:46.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ini jawapku...</title><content type='html'>aiya...oku palik gawai tih tiak.mowah ngabus asongku d topat odop ku geh.kowok nyam ku roo datik.kan dik tungang nyam asong ku kadang2 roo katik,skia bogok koyuh d negatif sai ku datik,hehehe.lagipun, ogik dingan ku de ya kawen 24th may.perasan mu keh doh,tiap kali ku palik mesti ogik jak bersempena dingan ku yang akan kawen?hehehe.siniek lagik turn oku?hahaha.topak pun doik tijuk oran de oku,so susah geh ku ya nyaot soalan noh.kan adin semakin selalu aunty2 ku sikien siniek ku ya ogik lowang-boon odopku.watki,topak aruo so ngin oran de jawak de oku.slalu jak oran de mopung,hehehe.ogik lagik dingan ku de ya kawen 29th jun,pak idoh ku jadi odi neh,sobab ogik hal de ya nai ku the week after weekend noh,sotok nyam masaku mok ku ya palik,hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,that was actually a bidayuh language..my mother tongue.the native language of those originating from the bau-jagoi area of sarawak.some words may differ from one kampung to another.but we understand each other nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask why i wrote that just now.well,it's actually a reply to another blog post by a dear someone...want to know her more...click &lt;a href="http://alissara78.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an avid blogger,she is someone whom i regard to as a big sister.it's very rare that i can consider someone a big sister,&amp;amp;she is one of the very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered once another friend told me...unlike relatives/family members,to whom you're born into,friends you can choose...yes!now i believe that.and i would like to add...blood ties does not guarantee love in a family.but if you have love in you,even those who are not related to you will be your closest relatives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390578175737023662-3637761652739741010?l=thisislinsstory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3637761652739741010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390578175737023662&amp;postID=3637761652739741010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/3637761652739741010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390578175737023662/posts/default/3637761652739741010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisislinsstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/ini-jawapku.html' title='ini jawapku...'/><author><name>alvinaLIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032756388119971529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14976392240283787660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390578175737023662.post-5216203159126270282</id><published>2008-04-24T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:50:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;REMEMBER me when I am gone away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gone far away into the silent land; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When you can no more hold me by the hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Remember me when no more day by day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You tell me of our future that you plann'd: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Only remember me; you understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It will be late to counsel then or pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yet if you should forget me for a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And afterwards remember, do not grieve: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For if the darkness and corruption leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Better by far you should forget and smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Than that you should remember and be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at 3.30am, 24th april 2008,my dear friend's mum,passed away after battling her illness for many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my thoughts&amp;amp;prayers are with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i pray that aunty's soul will rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;condolences from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When I'm Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Mrs. Lyman Hancock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When I come to the end of my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And I travel my last weary mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And remember only the smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Forget unkind words I have spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Remember some good I have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Forget that I ever had heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And remember I've had lots of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Forget that I've stumbled and blundered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And sometimes fell by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Remember I have fought some hard battles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And won, ere close the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then forget to grieve for my going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I would not have you sad for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But in summer just gather some flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And remember the place where I lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And come in the shade of evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When the sun paints the sky in the west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Stand for a few moments beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And remember only my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvFp5v3fZqg/SBAnw6SiGCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wdexYgLxxio/s1600-h/P058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192694091592374306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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