<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:27:34.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InsideOut</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7321914905999863933</id><published>2009-08-27T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:28:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIme flies...</title><content type='html'>At first, I had 4 months left...I think to myself, that's still a loooong way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had 3 months... no big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had 2 months... and I'm like whoa! Ok, this is getting scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'm left with a month... panic rushes in... heart starts beating faster... tears start welling up in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 2 and a half weeks to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying my heart out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me pull through these difficult times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7321914905999863933?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7321914905999863933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7321914905999863933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7321914905999863933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7321914905999863933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-flies.html' title='TIme flies...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-316953903994020113</id><published>2009-08-18T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:12:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Hi, my little blog. It's about time I started posting up something about myself again here. I'm supposed to sleep now cos I feel sleepy but I thought of doing something I have not done in awhile first, that is blogging. I'm sitting in front of my laptop now wondering what on earth should I talk about here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings. What do I ramble about then? My life isn't all that interesting for one. Everyday, I wake up, do my devotion, read the newspapers, eat my breakfast, bla bla and bla. I basically do the same things almost everyday. Not to forget playing CS is most of my time waster. I can't seem to get over shooting and killing people, terrorists for that matter. Maybe I'm patriotic after all. Lol. I'm a sadist. I like killing people and the joy of seeing my funds go up with each person being killed. Not a very good example of a Christian. Then again all boys who play CS and the likes are not good examples either. Whatever. Gamers. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My application for the UK visa is done and I can collect it anytime. I was worried at first till I had to go to the toilet. It sounds stupid but it wasn't for me. I really thought it wouldn't go through. And I really have to thank God it did. It was like getting an A for a subject. That kind of feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about feelings. I'm really having some mixed feelings about leaving for the UK in about 3-4 weeks time? Wow. Time really flies. Doing the same mundane work everday can even make me feel that time is flying at top speed. Imagine that. Soon, I'll be waving to my parents and friends good bye at the KLIA ang tearing my way to the plane. Just a teeny weeny bit of excitement but a whole lot of anxiety. I know I've reminded myself so many darn times not to feel anxious just as the Bible says, but it's just so hard not to feel that way. Then again, I know God is in control of everything. I know I may still feel this way on the week of departure itself but I also know that it'll be over once I get there and everything's gonna be alright. I'll be fine. I know it. God knows it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've open up quite a bit of myself for today. I should delete the game before I leave for UK. I know I should. I should stop killing people before I kill myself. Not literally, silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-316953903994020113?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/316953903994020113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=316953903994020113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/316953903994020113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/316953903994020113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2708805213397260919</id><published>2009-07-29T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:32:44.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month has passed since I last posted. I'm seriously not a very good blogger... *sigh* Oh well. Anyways, I just got this sudden revelation that I've noticed over the years but have just ignored it over and over again. It's the fact that I keep asking my cg members about their lack of attendance on friday cg and saturday service. It's has become so natural to me that I sometimes scare myself everytime I ask questions along those lines. It's like an addiction. I wouldn't feel satisfied if I don't get an answer from them about their lackadaisical attitude on cg. Now, it hit me right there in the head when I was asked why I keep asking those questions everytime I see my members. Hmm...it makes me wonder if I'm the only leader or person who does that. But then again, I've been asking these questions even before I became a leader, during hf days.. ahh..that explains it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's very simple. It's the commitment I see that has been lacking in today's youth. Not trying to boast about myself or what but I would like to proudly say I've been consistently attending friday homefellowships ever since my parents attended hf (I was 2 then). And even now in college cg, I've been a regular every Friday, even before I was a leader. Again, I'm not boasting. Just trying to emphasise the commitment I'd put in even at a young age. And this commitment is something I don't see much in today's youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if I have hurt anyone's feelings by this post but this comes from the bottom of my heart and I'm also speaking out on behalf of other leaders, who probably thinks the same way as me. What a way to start a new post after one month of absence huh. It's called letting out what has been bottled up in there for such a long time. Things I don't dare to say in front of people but willing to say in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray I have much better stuff to update about myself the next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMITMENT, PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2708805213397260919?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2708805213397260919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2708805213397260919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2708805213397260919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2708805213397260919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7093432533911615469</id><published>2009-06-28T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:57:58.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May you be blessed</title><content type='html'>A wonderful worship song by the New Creation Church, Singapore and video following after of a 2 year old boy singing the song. I cried just listening to how lovely he sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed by the words of the song and the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my help, I call on Your name&lt;br /&gt;I cast my cares on You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my hope, my tower of strength&lt;br /&gt;My faith is found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearer of sin, afflicted and tried&lt;br /&gt;You paid redemption’s price&lt;br /&gt;Bearing my curse, You’ve set me on high&lt;br /&gt;Your death has brought me life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see You pierced, wounded for me&lt;br /&gt;When I look to the cross, I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see grace, sealed by Your sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;I see love reaching for me&lt;br /&gt;Precious blood, washes and sanctifies.&lt;br /&gt;Healing flows, setting me free&lt;br /&gt;I see grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5IOMNEWfmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5IOMNEWfmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFXpdJ5iAek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFXpdJ5iAek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7093432533911615469?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7093432533911615469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7093432533911615469' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7093432533911615469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7093432533911615469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-you-be-blessed.html' title='May you be blessed'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1824302578248843900</id><published>2009-06-03T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:54:53.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep having the feeling that I've to study</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only come up with two valid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'd studied a lot&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd studied too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could make two conclusions out of the reasons above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;2. I &lt;em&gt;kiasu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse conclusion may be both a nerd and &lt;em&gt;a kiasu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm certain I'm number one. As with number two, I'm still hesitant to label myself that. Don't bother giving me that look.. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I've been looking online for games that I can download and play for free. Yes, I like playing games but I'm not an avid gamer... only when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of games, for those of you who didn't know, I used to play FIFA and other sporting games, C &amp;amp; C, RA, NFS, CS, Max Payne, etc. when I was young. Thanks to my brother, I enjoyed playing those games but never won any against him. I particularly enjoyed Max Payne, the game but not the movie although I haven't watched it (heard that it isn't nice). It seems odd everytime I mention that I play those games to a guy the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, what you should know if you are a guy is that, not all girls play barbie dolls and dress up when they were young. I, for one, am not one of them. I was the one playing "police", &lt;em&gt;"masak-&lt;/em&gt;masak", football with my brother, cars, legos and of course computer/video games. I was the type who enjoyed seeing guys having fun playing their computer games than girls putting on make up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny but interesting enough, I wasn't all that good with the computer games, and yet I enjoyed it so much I find myself going back to playing them even when I became older. Like now, if only I had those cds with me... or newer versions which are even better, I could relive my long lost hobby again. I can really understand how gamers can just sit all day long in front of the computer playing... it really is addictive... but thank God I'm not like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God again, I grew out of enjoying so much of boy stuff and realised that I am a girl after all even though I had always wished to be otherwise. Too much information, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 13, where most teenage girls would fancy trying to put make up on their faces, I, for one, wasn't the least fascinated with such endeavours. I did not hate them nor did I like them. I just didn't think it was necessary to do such things for a kid my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I realise the more I continue on this, I know it will take ages to describe my life history. That's why I think I should just stop here and not let too much information about myself... It's just... not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering. I'm still a girl. Duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1824302578248843900?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1824302578248843900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1824302578248843900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1824302578248843900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1824302578248843900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-keep-having-feeling-that-ive-to-study.html' title='I keep having the feeling that I&apos;ve to study'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8238663814879222411</id><published>2009-05-26T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:08:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam syndrome</title><content type='html'>Back to my incompetent and unproductive days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I MISS THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day after my exams and im so lazy that i dont feel like putting any punctuation marks and i just stayed home the whole day surfing the internet for singapore dramas so i can watch everyday because i love watching tv and i plan to go buy some dvds because i love watching movies too and i like to read so im going to read as much as i can till i get bored of reading and decide to go out instead to somewhere fun and that will kill my boredom there goes my unproductive life after exams and i just realised that im so random maybe because ive been studying so much all these while that i dont know how to type anymore and everything comes out like this isnt it fun to talk like this everyday without stopping i bet u must be reading like mad and you must be thinking that im mad too huh i told you its the exam stress which has affected my brain till im not able to think sanely anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT EXCITING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favourite line these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT A REVISION, IT'S A VISION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my another favourite tagline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A PIGEON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all-time favourite tagline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A PIGEON TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best tagline of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after i post this all of you will ask me if im okay especially yeong boon ahahahahaha i can laugh all day lalalalala i like being random and im talking to grace now and were so random because were stressed no shes stressed and im destressed yay im so happy exams are over i can go on and on about how happy i am because i dont hv to study for at least 4 months yay are you happy because i am and you should too i think im crazy or maybe because i havent been talking much that i think i should say everything out without because now im typing without stopping hahaha bluff you only la i did stop la because i still need to think of what to type ma why suddenly my english so not english okay back to english yes so im happy and thanks for reading this far you are trully a great friend to have since youre so patient with me because i know im just talking crap i hope you will enjoy my blog for the newcomers and dont forget to say hi when you visit all the best if you have exams dont be jealous because mine is over end of story till we meet again the next time i have more crap to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for wasting your time by the way i dont mean it but i think i do haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8238663814879222411?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8238663814879222411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8238663814879222411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8238663814879222411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8238663814879222411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-exam-syndrome.html' title='Post-exam syndrome'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8480081325705991087</id><published>2009-05-05T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:35:56.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SOO GOOOODD....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me want to get back on the piano again... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could play like him...maybe I could..maybe in my dreams... or in a million years... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm gonna hit back to the piano after my exams! Wheeeee...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8480081325705991087?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8480081325705991087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8480081325705991087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8480081325705991087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8480081325705991087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-soo-goooodd.html' title='THIS IS SOO GOOOODD....!!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1952329916138162330</id><published>2009-04-04T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:12:53.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paroimia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zveVMXDLrpM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zveVMXDLrpM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come and watch!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE in FGA KL (my church:P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1952329916138162330?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1952329916138162330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1952329916138162330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1952329916138162330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1952329916138162330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/04/paroimia.html' title='Paroimia!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2463960061808662785</id><published>2009-03-19T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:32:09.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing is caring</title><content type='html'>It just dawned upon me that I've been wasting my time in my second year of uni. I haven't been doing what I'm supposed to do (besides studying)! I sometimes pray for opportunites to come by but unfortunately they don't come often. And even when they do, I'm most of the time caught unprepared and often blurt out something not really pleasant to the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about sharing the Good News by the way. It's almost a whole year in Year 2 and I'm still mixing with my own group of friends! I was just thinking about it, about how selfish I am! I've wasted half the year (studying!) and not sharing the Gospel that (changed) or rather mould my life into what I am today. Without Him, I'm nothing. I once said that "it's harder to not be a Christian than to be one." That kinda attracted someone's attention and when I had the opportunity to explain my statement, I sort of ruined it. I wasn't prepared.. I said something I wasn't supposed to say. It just happened today.. And this morning, I read a chapter in the Bible about not stumbling our non-Christians friends. And it happened after that. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I've made up my mind to make friends with the people from my class. There're a total of 140 students, I believe I can at least share the Good News with someone at this point of time. Yes, I've finally woken up..after being dazed and fazed by the 'finding the right uni and studying to reach that standard frenzy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do something, starting from tomorrow. Wish me all the best. And if you have been wasting your time (just studying!) like me, I suggest you follow suit. God will be more happy to see souls saved than you getting good results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2463960061808662785?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2463960061808662785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2463960061808662785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2463960061808662785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2463960061808662785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/03/sharing-is-caring.html' title='Sharing is caring'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-143529763353070802</id><published>2009-03-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:05:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder whether the children are the ones giving the parents headache or the other way round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sandwich-ed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are pressuring me to study, lecturers are alarming us with the number of days left to the exam date, "scolding" us for not being diligent enough, asking us to study at least 8-10 hours a day(!) Siau ar! and Friends, nevertheless, think you have no life, study too much, missing out on alot of stuff, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to balance between the two but still struggling and juggling time for both studies and social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-143529763353070802?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/143529763353070802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=143529763353070802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/143529763353070802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/143529763353070802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7303980441015499723</id><published>2009-02-16T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:11:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life-Changing Experience on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is truly something worth blogging about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, you must be wondering what I did on the 14th that was life-changing. Well, I went for an orientation retreat with the ex-form fives of 2009 and some of the leaders at Peacehaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's not the life-changing experience that I'm talking about if you're wondering. Anyways, in the afternoon, we went up to the Genting Theme Park, a place I barely visited in my past 20 years of life. And guess what?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We sat (or flew? or maybe stood?) on the Flying Coaster!! Yea, I know some of you might have sat before and may not be a big deal for you as it is for me, but it really was for me. For those who know me, you know that I'm not the adventurous type and can be very 'fearful' of these terrifying adventures. Nevertheless, I braved myself (all 3 of us - Priscilla, Sharon and I) to take up one of the most difficult challenges in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While I was contemplating whether to go for it, Priscilla helped us make the decision to go by saying that "this will be a life-changing experience on Valentine's Day!' (hence the title of my post). I thought about it for awhile and with a reluctant and yet excited feeling, I said "OK." In my head, I thought, "What are the chances that I get to do such a crazy thing on Valentine's Day in Genting? We might as well just do it since we're already here!" Along the themepark, Priscilla and I were pointing to and thought of taking other kind of "roller-coasters" that looked pretty much safer and slower than the one that was anticipating us. The other girls didn't look much worried than the three of us. Rebecca certainly did not, as she had sat on it before and so did a few others. It was actually Rebecca who suggested this life-changing experience. Thanks to her I'm now braver than I thought I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After buying the tickets we kept glancing at the coaster track like it will make us feel any better. Just before starting the 'flying' experience, I forgot to unload my handphone and had to run back to pass it to an ex-form five cg member, who was too afraid to take up the challenge that she volunteered to take care of our things while we embark on the adventure. While running back, my feet had a cramp. Interesting, huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then as the three of us were strapped (or rather caged) in our positions, we thought to ourselves, "This Is IT." Sharon prayed out loud on behalf of us and all three said a unanimous "AMEN" as we took off, slowly at first, climbing up the spiral track. That was nothing. We held tightly to the hand rail and were soon at the peak of the track. As we saw the descending track line, all of us thought the same thing, "I don't wanna do this! Why on earth are we here?! Can we go back down?" Yes, of course, by "flying"! And soon after, the adventure began. It happened so fast that I screamed the moment we went down the descending track. The two of them beside were soundless. It made me wonder while I was screaming, whether they had fainted or had already suffered a heart attack just by looking at it. I just "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" the whole time, from the peak till it slowed down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we came down, both Priscilla and Sharon were laughing and my face was pale as sheet (not shit) and I could feel my legs numb. When I asked the two why they were so quiet throughout, Sharon said she was laughing the whole time beginning when I started screaming. Priscilla, on the other hand, was too scared to utter anything, not even to let out a scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was IT. My life-changing experience on Valentine's Day. On the way back from Genting, Rebecca asked if I would go again the next time, I said "No. Once is enough. Once in a lifetime." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, come to think of it, "Would there be a second time for me?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7303980441015499723?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7303980441015499723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7303980441015499723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7303980441015499723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7303980441015499723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-changing-experience-on.html' title='My Life-Changing Experience on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3514133754446649128</id><published>2009-02-06T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:20:51.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brilliant Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is an article worth reading by Hannah Yeoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To those who argue that the political crisis in Perak now is a taste of Pakatan's own medicine (referring to the Sept 16 takeover plan), they have failed to see the key differences between the two. If you remember what happened when Dato' Seri Anwar Ibrahim claimed to have the numbers to form the new federal government, he wrote to PM Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi requesting him to convene an emergency sitting of Parliament. This was rejected by the PM. The next constitutional option is to press for the dissolution of Parliament to make way for fresh new elections. That was also not entertained. Anwar Ibrahim exhausted the constitutional means that were available to him. If Pakatan were to act unconstitutionally and lure defections, then we will be having a new government today. But we didn't and we will not act unconstitutionally. So you can't say that Najib's coup and Pakatan's plan were one and the same.Some may also say, well what about the earlier defection of Bota assemblyman, Datuk Nasarudin Hashim? Why did Pakatan Rakyat accept him? Why not force his seat to be vacated for a by-election? Let's keep things in perspective here. His defection was that of an opposition lawmaker to a governing lawmaker. His defection did not alter the balance of power in the State Assembly. Pakatan Rakyat remained as government, and BN as opposition. Status quo. Logically and intelligently, anyone can safely assume that Pakatan Rakyat didn't need a defection from BN. Thus, he defected on his own accord and on his own will. There was no need for Pakatan Rakyat to force him to vacate his seat as he did not win the seat on a Pakatan ticket. The Pakatan government really has no standing in forcing him to vacate a seat which wasn't earned by Pakatan in the first place!I must say that I had great respect for Sultan Azlan Shah. Until yesterday. I wonder how he could possibly consent to the formation of a new BN state government when constitutionally, a government is still in place. And to even approve to a new Menteri Besar when the existing one is still in office? How can any state have 2 heads of government at any one time? There can only be one Menteri Besar of Perak. This is a mockery. The Menteri Besar can only be removed by the State Assembly via a vote of no-confidence or via the dissolution of the assembly. And none of these two constitutional means has been requested by BN. How can anyone claim that Najib and Anwar are one and the same?Next, the Sultan called for a "unity" government to be formed by BN and the Independents. Let's be clear about this. The Independents are in no way legally bound to represent BN. Well, at least not yet, not till they officially become members of a BN component party. All that the Sultan and Najib has from them is a verbal assurance that "we will be friendly to BN". And just by appearing in a press conference with Najib, it justifies the change of government? What if next week these Independents were to be seen in a press conference with Pakatan? A real "unity" government envisioned by the Sultan should have been an all-inclusive government of Pakatan, BN, and the Independents. Pakatan and BN each have 28 seats, and the Independents 3. Thus, no single party or coalition has a commanding majority. If there is to be a "unity" government, it calls for a new coalition of PR-BN-Ind which is impossible. Thus, what the Sultan has called for is simply a name without substance. What "unity" if it's going to consist of only single-minded representatives - all "friendly to BN"? That's not a "unity" government, it's a BN government. This is a mockery of the intelligence of Malaysians. A beginning of what is to come with this PM-to-be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3514133754446649128?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3514133754446649128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3514133754446649128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3514133754446649128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3514133754446649128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/02/brilliant-article.html' title='A Brilliant Article'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1798761742657643283</id><published>2009-02-04T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:19:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacey needs to update her blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it again! I abandoned my blog for more than a month! Sigh... it's one of those moments again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a quick one for the sake of posting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a second cousin who's four years old. She's so cute, she can do a cute pose for you to see. Here's prove for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298964216820363346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SYmz4U0VcFI/AAAAAAAAANo/dV92BZhalqw/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ta-daaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know she looks kinda 'lala' posing like that. I bet it must be the influence of the China people after staying there for two years. BUT... she's really not, ok. She's English, or so she claims. Her grandparents once asked her, "Xian (her name), are you Chinese?" She replies, "No, I'm English." See, I told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to play with her when she came to my house about two years ago before she moved to China with her parents. When I saw her again this time around, she kinda remembered me cos when her parents asked "Do you remember Stacey che che?" I remember the exact words she said. It was funny though it didn't make much sense. She simply said, "I remember her but I like her hair..." Lol. Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One other thing, we had a reunion lunch on the 2nd day of CNY in BP and we sat in the same table. My other cousin who's married and has 2 kids came up to our table with her children and asked them to call my second cousin "Aunty". Our dear friend here of course was in utter shock and had a concern look on her face! I should have snapped a picture of her with that look and the argument that followed between the 2 of them. The conversation is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cousin: Call "Aunty" (asking her kids to address her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xian (2nd Cousin): No! I'm not an aunty! I'M ONLY FOUR YEARS OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cousin: Yes! You are an aunty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xian: NO! I cannot be an aunty! I'M ONLY FOUR YEARS OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cousin: YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xian: NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This went on for a good 3 minutes arguing about her being an aunty. After being tired of arguing realising my cousin is also a persistent person, she just stomped back to her seat with a huge glum on her face complaining "I'm not an aunty! I cannot be an aunty! I'm only four years old!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We, those of us sitting at her table, cannot help laughing at the whole scene that took place. The louder she screamed "NO!", the louder we laughed. Even my cousin's kids, both aged 8 and 6, were giggling by their mother's side, thinking their mother must be playing a game with their younger-than-them aunty and enjoying the fun of watching the two argue as much as we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was my second cousin being unable to accept the fact that she's now an aunty. At the age of four. HAHA. Come to think about it, I should have taken a video of the whole thing. What a waste. It would have been up on the "America's funniest home videos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I guess that's about it. That's my second cousin for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1798761742657643283?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1798761742657643283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1798761742657643283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1798761742657643283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1798761742657643283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2009/02/stacey-needs-to-update-her-blog.html' title='Stacey needs to update her blog'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SYmz4U0VcFI/AAAAAAAAANo/dV92BZhalqw/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8202374955096726833</id><published>2008-12-21T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:46:15.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelous light</title><content type='html'>Tell you something funny. Whenever I sing the song "Marvelous Light" by Charlie Hall, I would sing it like this, instead of "I once was fatherless..." I would sing it, "I was once marvelous..." Hahaha. It's because it just so rhymes with "fatherless". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh everytime I sing it the way I sing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not marvelous anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8202374955096726833?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8202374955096726833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8202374955096726833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8202374955096726833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8202374955096726833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/12/marvelous-light.html' title='Marvelous light'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2722117776850467227</id><published>2008-12-19T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:08:14.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since I updated here. I've been busy with assignments and whatnots that I didn't have the mood and time to post something up. Hence, the absence in my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, was away in Penang for 3 days from Sunday to eat all the hawkers' food there. Played some cool game called Blitz, apparently not available in Malaysia yet. Introduced by Josh and family:) Played with mum until one a.m. on monday night at the hotel room even though our eyes were half opened. Had fun eating, walking, shopping and chatting. It was good to take a break from all those assignments. Never let out a single sigh when I was there until I remembered that I had to go college the next day. Haha... In fact I honestly think I have sighed more than I talk this semester. It's stress, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holidays are starting on Monday. Great. But not so great since I still have assignments to finish. I've only finished one, still have five more to go:( Sssssiiggg...no, I shall not sigh. Whatever it is, I shall not sigh... Count it all joy when you're faced with trials... yes... that's the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like what my lecturer this year used to say after every end of the class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"On that note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HALLELUJAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:) bLesSED cHRISTMAS aND A hAPPY nEW yEAR! (trying to be funky this Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2722117776850467227?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2722117776850467227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2722117776850467227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2722117776850467227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2722117776850467227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2623610685117802205</id><published>2008-11-26T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:46:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count it all joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count it all joy&lt;/strong&gt;, my brothers, when you're faced with various trials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brothers and sisters, &lt;strong&gt;be very happy&lt;/strong&gt; when you are tested in different ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(GOD'S WORD Translation 1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;James 1:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, I'm very happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2623610685117802205?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2623610685117802205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2623610685117802205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2623610685117802205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2623610685117802205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/11/count-it-all-joy.html' title='Count it all joy!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-9056181332048347491</id><published>2008-11-17T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:43:45.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you see when you blogsurf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Got this off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://hannahyeoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah Yeoh's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in the comments section of the post "Addressing the future leaders of our country" by an anonymous. I personally find the second last sentence rather amusing apart from the fact that Hannah's a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The comment starts here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe, someday, I would like to return to Malaysia to help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But how can I, after all the education I have and hopes my parents have on me, come back to Malaysia to work when the situation there is much worse, dangerous, discriminatory and difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is also the matter of pushing on with a career which is never easy in Malaysia especially when you are ethnically chinese, work honestly and will always have to forge your way through a corrupt, discriminatory, injudicious society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I admire your strength. I wish I have that but since I don't, the next thing I can do is support someone who does - you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Add oil! When I come back to Malaysia, I will lend a hand in your efforts to make a better Subang Jaya, then a better Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God bless you, Allah bless you, May Buddha always be around to teach you and may all the Taoist and Hindu Gods watch over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray for a better Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another thing. I didn't know Hannah runs on oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-9056181332048347491?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/9056181332048347491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=9056181332048347491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/9056181332048347491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/9056181332048347491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-you-see-when-you-blogsurf.html' title='What you see when you blogsurf'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6741925873580325666</id><published>2008-11-14T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:51:23.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI (FOR HELPers WHO NEED HELP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanted to post this on Facebook, but I'm afraid I'll get unpleasant replies. So, I decided to post it up here. Safer, I think (or hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of total randomness and lack of tolerance for not being helpful since I'm from HELP too, I would like to share my 2 cents worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've observed after slightly more than a year at wisma HELP that A LOT of people (most of them) pressed the 'door open' button in the lift whenever there're people walking into the lift. Well, guess what folks? YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANYMORE. NO. YOU DON'T HAVE TO IN THE FIRST PLACE. BECAUSE THE LIFT HAS A SENSOR. IT CAN DETECT ANYTHING THAT IS  VERY CLOSE TO THE LIFT. I'm talking about when you're in the lift, not when you want to get into the lift. Please don't get me wrong. You still have to press the 'up' and 'down' button to open the lift. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you don't believe me, try putting your leg at the door of the lift when it's about to close. I'm sure it won't close on you :) BUT... REMEMBER. THE SENSOR CAN ONLY SENSE SOMETHING THAT IS VERY NEAR THE DOOR. SO IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE SOMEONE RUSHING TO THE LIFT AND IS AT A DISTANCE, YOU MIGHT WANNA PRESS THE BUTTON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, I can't guarantee the same thing if the lift is not working. So, do it at your own risk. I apologise if I have offended anyone in particular with this note. (The title above wasn't intentional, it was on purpose).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your helpful fellow HELPer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6741925873580325666?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6741925873580325666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6741925873580325666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6741925873580325666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6741925873580325666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/11/fyi-for-helpers-who-need-help.html' title='FYI (FOR HELPers WHO NEED HELP)'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5508696372410852134</id><published>2008-11-07T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:10:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel the pressure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm stressed. Yes, it's the time of the year for the appearance of that word again. It comes yearly if you don't already know. I'm motivating myself everyday to study harder. Coming to think of it, I think the thought of going to a good university next year is already motivating me to study. I don't have to tell myself what to do. It's like planned out. Every morning I wake up and plan the purpose of my life. Every activity I plan to do is all in my head. What do you think about that? Sounds crazy, doesn't it? Yeah, you can call me crazy or nerd or kiasu or whatever word that is. I'm determined to be that word for as long as I'm confident I can get into a good university. I don't have much confidence but then again, never try never know. Study, study, study. That's all I can think of right now. I have come to some sort of a conclusion after sitting for exams for the past 13 years  that I'm not much of a smart student. I would say, I'm above average but not up to the mark expected. Sadly, people have high expectations on me. I look like I study alot in front of them but coming to answering questions, I totally suck at it. Let's just say I like studying but not taking exams. My perception on taking exams changed after joining uni. I used to like sitting for exams when I was in school. Maybe because I didn't do too badly in them:) Now, it's the other way round. Everything has changed ever since I joined uni. Nothing comes easy anymore. Sigh. I miss high school. How I wish all exams were open-book exams. Wouldn't that be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the pressure's on me. It's either I get it or I don't. What do you think? Can you help me?&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/37743362-5508696372410852134?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5508696372410852134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5508696372410852134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5508696372410852134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5508696372410852134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-feel-pressure.html' title='Can you feel the pressure?'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4482239414475239066</id><published>2008-11-01T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:03:16.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is no height or depth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Neither life nor death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That can take me from all that I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here now in Your Glory Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No other powers or love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The things of now or to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's nothing on earth in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That could ever separate us Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your Love is never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To your hands we surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where all our sins are washed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your Grace beyond reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Has paid for our freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We're made alive in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We run to Your Throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every heart will sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That Jesus is Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Casting all else aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the joy of our Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let Your Glory fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our hearts are filled with Your Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No other powers or love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The things of now or to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's nothing on earth in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That could ever separate us Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4482239414475239066?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4482239414475239066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4482239414475239066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4482239414475239066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4482239414475239066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-we-belong.html' title='Where We Belong'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6875388307318464717</id><published>2008-10-27T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:25:11.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop bugging me!</title><content type='html'>Still having that headache I was talking about few minutes ago. This should be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a call from someone while I was taking a nap this afternoon. She sounded so much like Chu Yueh, I talked to her as if it was her like "Hi!" in a happy tone. I bet she could hear that my voice sounded like I was talking to a friend on the other line. Then everything changed. While I was still wondering why she (Chu Yueh) would call me (and I thought it was church stuff), she introduced her self as someone from TrueSpa. The spa related to True Fitness. She later told me that I was recommended by Cheryl Poo to go for a free one-day trial of any 3 treatments offered. All of which I had forgotten or wasn't paying attention. Immediately, upon hearing that, my tone changed. I began to talk with disinterest and even gave an excuse that I'm not free this week. She replied saying she'll check if there's any slot next week and will call me if she could arrange that. In my head I was already thinking of avoiding the call if she really called. You have no idea how many times these gym people have been calling me. Thanks to the smarty-pants, I've been bugged by 3 gyms so far. Fitness First called, Celebrity called and now, True Fitness. Do I look like I need the gym??(Don't answer that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like killing Cheryl after that. The best part is, she told me she had purposely allowed the Spa people to mention her name, thought it could be fun. For old times' sake she claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, that girl really needs some spanking. For old times' sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6875388307318464717?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6875388307318464717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6875388307318464717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6875388307318464717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6875388307318464717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-bugging-me.html' title='Stop bugging me!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2598550398523791807</id><published>2008-10-26T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:02:15.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love 'em, hate 'em</title><content type='html'>Do you know of anyone whom you can love at one point in time and hate that person at the same time? Sometimes when things are going smoothly, everything seems to be fine, you both are laughing together but sometimes when things aren't going well, you fight, you argue who's right and wrong and they drive you up the wall over something quite petty but is important to either of us. It's just funny how people relate to one another. It's a love-hate relationship. It hurts even more when they bring it up after a long time. I rather not listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have learnt to forgive and eventually forget. Not easy, I know, even when it has happened a gazillion times and it is by no means my fault. Like what the Bible said, forgetting what lies behind and looking to what is ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit I did feel a little ( or maybe more) hurt when these things happen but somehow... I don't know why... I just let it go, thought it hurts somewhere inside. It works though, everything would go back to normal, like how it used to be. These kind of relationships are suffering but they can't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else is giving me a headache now. I better go or he'll be in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2598550398523791807?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2598550398523791807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2598550398523791807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2598550398523791807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2598550398523791807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-em-hate-em.html' title='Love &apos;em, hate &apos;em'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7714046513536801648</id><published>2008-10-23T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:30:04.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Law is tough. I think I need tuition for all my subjects. Surprisingly, I enjoy studying Land Law, not that I'm good at it but it's quite interesting to study land. Difficult but interesting. I find it hard to understand this irony too. I came to this conclusion only after sitting for the first Land Law test this morning. Land, for many people are supposed to be boring and bulky and not as 'interesting' as the other few subjects. After the test today I felt that I didn't know how to answer the question even if I studied the whole textbook and memorised every point of law. (I did not do that if you're wondering) Well, I think it's safe to say that Land Law is nice to study but not nice for answering an exam question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, apart from all randomness in the above, I shall speak on something not-so random. I promised myself that I would blog if someone had left a message on the chatbox after my long absence. I have tried persuading myself to blog everyday on whatever event that is happening in my life but somehow, somewhere, somewhat, I just couldn't bring myself to type a word. The problem is that whenever I'm inspired to type something, it is always the wrong timing, like I would already be in bed, getting ready to sleep or when I'm outside and the computer is far from reach. Yes, this might sound like a very bad excuse for not updating my blog, especially to those avid bloggers out there. I must also admit that one of the very reasons why I didn't want to simply blog about something is because I'm intimidated by the other blogs that I read. I would be very conscious about my English. And I would always be envious of those who can type very well. Then again, you would say, I must not care about what others think of my English, it is after all my blog and my style of blogging. (See, I know what's in your mind) Well, you are right, but... that is something that I admit is my own doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I trying to say here, hmm... I'm not sure too. I'm just confused if I should continue blogging everday cos I know I cannot give any promises here. It'll end up being useless. Eventually, all promises cease to be fulfilled in my case here. What I can do basically, is.. to... (I'm thinking while I type) er... blog whenever I have the free time:) That would be best for me. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7714046513536801648?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7714046513536801648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7714046513536801648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7714046513536801648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7714046513536801648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-shall-blog.html' title='I shall blog'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-11235071016152673</id><published>2008-10-03T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:52:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something interesting...</title><content type='html'>Just surfing randomly on the internet with my name and I stumble upon this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top facts about the name Stacey Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that &lt;a href="http://www.isthisyour.name/"&gt;Stacey Tang&lt;/a&gt; is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modestly envoweled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yecats Gnat backwards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aceystay Angtay in Pig Latin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;01010011 01110100 01100001 01100011 01100101 01111001 00100000 01010100 01100001 01101110 01100111  in binary code?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with this first name are probably: Female. So, you are constantly overcharged for beauty products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Three things you didn't know about Stacey Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Stacey Tang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Translates to the number 7 in numerology. If it wasn't bulls**t, it would mean &lt;br /&gt;   that you are spiritual, eccentric, and a bit of a loner. Introspective and&lt;br /&gt;   analytical, you think deeply and preferseclusion.&lt;br /&gt;2. Has the Tyrannosaurus Rex as their Power Animal&lt;br /&gt;3. Shares their name with a guesstimated 35 Americans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more at &lt;a href="http://www.isthisyour.name/"&gt;www.IsThisYour.Name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-11235071016152673?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/11235071016152673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=11235071016152673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/11235071016152673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/11235071016152673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-facts-about-name-stacey-tang.html' title='Something interesting...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7934920160194344981</id><published>2008-09-12T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:47:26.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a Good thing (adapted from a book)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some friends of ours have eight children, and they all love ice cream. On a hot summer day, one of the younger ones declared that she wished they could eat nothing but ice cream. The others chimed agreement, and to their surprise the father said, "All right. Tomorrow you can have all the ice cream you want  nothing but ice cream!" The children squealed with delight and could hardly contain themselves until the next day. They came trooping down to breakfast shouting their orders for chocolate, strawberry, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vanilla&lt;/span&gt; ice cream-soup bowls full! Mid-morning snack - ice cream again. Lunch - ice cream, this time slightly smaller portions. When they came in for mid-afternoon snack, their mother was just taking some fresh muffins out of the oven, and the aroma wafted through the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh goody!" said little Teddy. "Fresh muffins - my favourite!" He made a move for the jam cupboard but his mother stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Don't you remember? It's ice cream day - nothing but ice cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want to sit up for a bowl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks. Just give me a one-dip cone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By suppertime the enthusiasm for an all-ice cream diet had waned considerably. As they sat staring at fresh bowls of ice cream, Mary - whose suggestion had started this whole adventure - looked up at her daddy and said, "Couldn't we just trade in this ice cream for a crust of bread?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7934920160194344981?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7934920160194344981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7934920160194344981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7934920160194344981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7934920160194344981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much-of-good-thing-adapted-from.html' title='Too much of a Good thing (adapted from a book)'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-771181199820928000</id><published>2008-09-11T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:21:25.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know why I loved vegetables so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know why? I just found this out when I was in BP on Tuesday. The story begins like this. When I was younger, like 4 or 5 years old, I only ate vegetables and nothing else. No meat. I didn't really like chicken or other meat. I'm weird. No, I WAS weird. I know. I love vegetables more than any other food in this world. And I have no idea why. But, now ha. I can't live without chicken and I seem to enjoy it more than vegetables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the story. So, I was saying I know why I love vegetables so much... Well, the reason is because... this may sound quite lame but... it's quite logical too if you think properly. It's because the older generation in my family were vegetable sellers and some of my uncles still are. So, that explains my love for the green living thing. They have somehow put that love for vegetables in me, unknowingly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, another interesting find I had at that same time. I realised I loved noodles too, and still do. Everytime I order Laksa, I would ask for mee instead of both mee and mihun. Wanna know the reason? Well, it's quite simple actually... I think you can guess what it is already. See, I told you some of my family members were and still are vegetable sellers right? Weeeellll.... there are other family members of mine who are mee makers, as in they make the mee. No, not me... MEE... Oh, you'll get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All this may sound like &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;poo-sheet (Cheryl's brilliant idea to use part of her name) to you. But, I'm serious about my uncles' and aunties' occupation. NO kidding. About the connection between my love for vegetables and mee part, I'm not quite sure. It's just something I thought about to amuse you.. and myself. You can blame Cheryl for pointing a gun at my forehead to update my blog. She forced me, I'm telling you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-771181199820928000?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/771181199820928000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=771181199820928000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/771181199820928000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/771181199820928000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-why-i-love-vegetables-so-much.html' title='I know why I loved vegetables so much'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7220360597125358732</id><published>2008-09-11T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:42:48.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, of all people I'm talking about The Joker. No, not the one played by Heath Ledger as the villain in the Batman movie. Don't worry. He's just... someone extraordinary, or weird rather. Not as weird as the psychopath Joker in Dark Knight but still weird in many other ways. Like the Joker in the Dark Knight, his presence is seemingly not very welcome in our household but in the name of God's love, he is still welcome to stay overnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scrawny looking and not very hygienic, he is a person who never fails to amuse me whenever he's in town. Let me tell you something interesting. He came about 9 and paused at the front door of my house. As dad opens the door, he asks "Does the dog bite?" pointing to the obviously-artificial dog standing outside the door with a wooden sign 'welcome' hung around its neck. My dad, being the joker himself answered, "It doesn't bite everyone else, except you." It is always amusing to know how much his vision has deteriorated since his last visit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just this morning, while he was eating at the kitchen, he asked me, "How did you come?" Puzzled by his question, I looked at mum, she looked back at me and I looked to the maid. Three of us just shook our heads, amused. Either he has a really bad memory, forgetting who I am or he thinks I live somewhere else. Then, he talks to me about Law as if he's the lawyer. And how he tells me Law's not easy. Uh-huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I sound like I don't like him very much, which is an honest fact. You will understand once you see him or maybe I rather you not see him. Don't bother about getting to know him. You will just know what I mean. He's amusing in a not-so good way. You can feel it when he speaks. Don't stand too close to him, he might give u an unpleasant shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interestingly, his demeanor is so different from any of us and it's odd to know that somehow he's related to me. I'm not telling who&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7220360597125358732?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7220360597125358732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7220360597125358732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7220360597125358732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7220360597125358732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/09/joker.html' title='The Joker'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1473395037918564105</id><published>2008-09-09T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:06:35.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BP Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just got back from a one day trip to Batu Pahat, my parents' hometown in Johor. Visited some relatives and a friend of my mother's there. Ate 3 meals of noodles. Good food k. Tapau-ed indian rojak, raddish cake or chai tau kueh, and my favourite fishball noodles!! Ooh... so gooood! Somehow you will just get hungry fast when you're in BP. The first meal I ate was Laksa, Johor style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SMaUffLjZ4I/AAAAAAAAALw/moNoOYeb3ug/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SMaUffLjZ4I/AAAAAAAAALw/moNoOYeb3ug/s320/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042084786333570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the best Wantan Mee in the world! It's not the ordinary noodle with black sauce. It's with chilli sauce! So good I tell you! I'm feeling a little bit hungry now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SMaVOtopTAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LGSjhw17lq0/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SMaVOtopTAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LGSjhw17lq0/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042896120302594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this... Looks simple huh, but don't underestimate its power. It's the best food in the world! (yes, I'm exaggerating) It's Batu Pahat's fishball/fishcake noodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These two authentic dishes cannot be found anywhere in KL or the Klang Valley. You can only find them in BP. I grew up in KL eating these. KL style... no fight. Yes, I'm exaggerating again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I have the chance, I'll introduce you to more BP food. Hang on to your seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1473395037918564105?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1473395037918564105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1473395037918564105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1473395037918564105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1473395037918564105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/09/bp-trip.html' title='BP Trip'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SMaUffLjZ4I/AAAAAAAAALw/moNoOYeb3ug/s72-c/DSC00631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5066556273984998944</id><published>2008-09-07T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:03:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I went today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to Kuala Selangor with my parents together with a few other uncles and aunties this afternoon. Not surprisingly, I was the only 'child' or 'kid' or teen or whichever word you can use to describe a not-yet adult person. It was fine with me. I went because I wanted to eat seafood and I didn't want to spend my time alone at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The journey to the fishing village would last for an hour and so, packed with a big icebox and a big bottle of water to wash our feet later, we then headed to Kuala Selangor. The plan was to buy fish/seafood in the market and head straight to a nearby seafood restaurant recommended by Uncle Michael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There at the market my mum spoke Hokkien to all the fishmongers, be it young or old. As I toured with my mother around the market from stall to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stall while she bargains in Hokkien, I could not imagine myself being her in 15 to 20 years time. No, not me. But as much as I wanted to be a housewife later on, I could not imagine myself doing the bargaining thing with these fishmongers. What more in Hokkien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the dinner table after that, there was one conversation between the aunties that got me thinking. They were talking about gardening, much to my amusement of how much my mother, a housewife, a real housewife enjoys doing. I, for one, do not go much to the garden to admire the plants. Don't even mention gardening. Going marketing and gardening are two both important aspects in the life of a housewife. And I'm not even the slightest bit interested. Is it about time I get interested in them, or it just isn't my 'calling'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, indeed I now know a little bit on how to choose a fresh fish in the market and some bargaining tips. I do hope these will help me later on... if I... do become... a... housewife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: FYI, no it wasn't my first time going to the fish market or any market of that sort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5066556273984998944?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5066556273984998944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5066556273984998944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5066556273984998944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5066556273984998944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-i-went-today.html' title='Where I went today'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8103281810195613784</id><published>2008-09-05T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:12:01.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What caught my attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm typing this while reading a book by Elizabeth George. She talks about reading the Word and something caught my attention as I was reading one of the passages. It says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'While you're searching for God's plan for you as His child, read from the book of Proverbs. Expose yourself to God's wisdom every day by reading the chapter of Proverbs that corresponds with the date of the month. (And don't worry it only takes about two minutes.) As I'm writing this sentence, it's November 24, which means I've revisited Proverbs 24 and its firm instruction about laziness (verses 30-34). (For some reason I always need that reminder).'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So true, isn't it? We always need reminders in our lives for the things that we do and didn't do. I think reading a chapter of Proverbs which corresponds with the date of the month is a really good start in reading the Bible. It really helps if you don't know where to start or what to read for today and besides it doesn't take up much time. In fact you might just benefit and be blessed from a simple chapter like Psalm 23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, why not read a chapter from Proverbs today?  Proverbs  5:19 really caught my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8103281810195613784?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8103281810195613784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8103281810195613784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8103281810195613784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8103281810195613784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-caught-my-attention.html' title='What caught my attention'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2751354245525769331</id><published>2008-08-27T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:33:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to watch this show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLVw98hBvgI/AAAAAAAAALo/bxqGb32eoPE/s1600-h/216401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239217951034424834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLVw98hBvgI/AAAAAAAAALo/bxqGb32eoPE/s320/216401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loooove Singapore hokkien shows. Their jokes are unbelievably funny. They even have a way of making you remember them. I don't know how they do it but they are good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2751354245525769331?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2751354245525769331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2751354245525769331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2751354245525769331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2751354245525769331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-watch-this-show.html' title='I want to watch this show'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLVw98hBvgI/AAAAAAAAALo/bxqGb32eoPE/s72-c/216401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3754041942818289742</id><published>2008-08-25T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:27:03.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; have decided to cut short my Korea trip posts and summarise the remainder into 1 post :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The reason is as my title above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWV6TMLHLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kL9lacRHjzs/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWV6TMLHLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kL9lacRHjzs/s320/DSC01882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234754970704354482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At the train station...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWWW0ozbyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U4EsbCTbMhU/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWWW0ozbyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U4EsbCTbMhU/s320/DSC01887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234755460719144738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This was the train we sat to Pusan, another city. It is one of the fastest train in the world but still couldn't beat the world no. 1 in Shanghai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWXK4NTBII/AAAAAAAAAJY/OgnvOmfDMq8/s1600-h/DSC01896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWXK4NTBII/AAAAAAAAAJY/OgnvOmfDMq8/s320/DSC01896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234756355030713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The place where all the branded goods are... not cheap though. Best for window shopping :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWXxKN_9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9Qi2Ah-8xD4/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWXxKN_9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9Qi2Ah-8xD4/s320/DSC01898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234757012700526050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The best place ever in Korea! The newly opened (about 1 year plus) skiing arena called Tigerworld... no, there were no tigers..don't ask me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWZnFnk61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MuTU1l5pVTA/s1600-h/DSC01901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWZnFnk61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MuTU1l5pVTA/s320/DSC01901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234759038690192210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my parents sitting on... what do you call those...ski tubes? Super fun! Dangerous though when one of our tour mates fell after her tube hit the curb and somersalted... terrrible...  thankfully nothing serious happened to her but she suffered chest pains thereafter. I would still go for it if I have the chance:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLGWtaNYmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4jMJkg2T2uI/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLGWtaNYmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4jMJkg2T2uI/s320/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238467410034254434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We celebrated the birthdays of two July babies and I was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLHQeXsNpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EObqRWRlIXw/s1600-h/DSC01945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLHQeXsNpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EObqRWRlIXw/s320/DSC01945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238468402429572754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The next day, we went to, not Disneyland or Neverland (where Mchael Jackson lives) but EVERLAND! It is somewhat like Disneyland although I haven't once stepped into Disneyland. It's the largest themepark in South Korea and it includes a zoo and a waterpark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLIc4Y2fVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XrgWLFAK9U4/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLIc4Y2fVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XrgWLFAK9U4/s320/DSC01963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238469715083820370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then, we went into the safari where we got to see upclose the lions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLI88q9gmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PRomCOMvyB0/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLI88q9gmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PRomCOMvyB0/s320/DSC01987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470265989333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and the bears... and their cubs and the tigers, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLJe1Pnu6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/C3PzW01ix4g/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLJe1Pnu6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/C3PzW01ix4g/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470848111164322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where everything is made of ice... except the drinks of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLJ8DJguYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jkGROpRDX08/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLJ8DJguYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jkGROpRDX08/s320/DSC02088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238471350059841922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Nanta Show. If you haven't heard of it, it's ok. Cos I didn't know about it until I went there. It's basically a group of 5 people, 4 guys and a girl, armed with knives and other kitchen utensils performing an act themed "cooking for a wedding". They were hillarious and managed to leave the crowd in stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLL38WWB2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/AlOBIK-Ahgg/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SLLL38WWB2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/AlOBIK-Ahgg/s320/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238473478538397538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; end my Korea post here with a picture of my family and the tour guides. The guy next to my father is the Korean tour guide who did not mention his name. Good looking, don't you think? :p Next to him is the other Korean tour guide called Linda and lastly our Malaysian tour guide called... are you ready for this? Please don't laugh after reading this... although it can be hard not to... (I hope she doesn't read my blog). Her name's Cavy... what's so funny about it, you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Surname... Tee. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;p/s:   For more pics, visit my Friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3754041942818289742?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3754041942818289742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3754041942818289742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3754041942818289742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3754041942818289742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/08/seems-like-forever.html' title='Seems like forever...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SKWV6TMLHLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kL9lacRHjzs/s72-c/DSC01882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6151933677170966628</id><published>2008-08-24T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:16:58.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Yeoh: Called for such a time as this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hannah Yeoh? Who's that? That was everyone's question before the election campaign earlier this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't regret staying back after service last night to attend Hannah Yeoh's talk. In fact, I enjoyed it. She was truly a great inspiration to all of us who were there last night. She came with her husband in the midst of us eating dinner and when they stepped in, a few of us clapped but the others were either oblivious of who she is or not bothered (tsk tsk). Well, FYI, if you don't know, she's the state assemblyman (or woman in this case) for Subang Jaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just as she was sitting there along with her husband, Ram and Marcel, I can't help noticing how familiar she looks. Then I realised she looks somewhat a little like Serena..hehe. Cheryl kinda agreed that she looks like Serena when the latter was in her Form 5. She also reminds me of Amanda Cheong (lol). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her husband, Ram spoke first and in the course of him speaking, there was pin drop silence. No one made a noise and were listening to him intently. He talked about how he and Hannah got into politics, how they made into DAP, how difficult it was during the campaign and the challenges they had to encounter now after being appointed as a leader in their community. His side of the story was incredible and interesting in which I cannot explain everything here cos there's just so much that he had said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, after the interesting speech my Ram, it was Hannah's turn to speak and since Ram took up most of her time, she dragged a little longer in which I was glad that she did. Her experience as an MP and being a devoted Christian at the same time really shook all of us who were sitting comfortably in our seats... Never did we imagine the difficult tasks she had to undertake and the challenges she had to face as a Christian MP. She told us about people who sent emails to her complaining about private matters involving the tree in front of their house, the drainage system, personal counseling, marriage problems, and even computer problems! I mean, who in their right mind would be so free to &lt;em&gt;layan &lt;/em&gt;these emails? In my heart, I thought, if I were you Hannah, I would have just given up my post. I don't have that perseverance and determination which she has. But, she, like any normal girl would do, cried a lot, prayed a lot and still continued the journey God has in store for her. Who would have a thought a girl like her, a nobody, whom no one has ever heard of, would suddenly come up to be a leader in her community?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She herself never thought of becoming one, but because of God's calling on her life, she obediently took up the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt trully inspired after last night and wanted to blog right away after coming home. I even had the title for the post formed in my head. I was inspired by her message, not to be a politician but inspired to be a blessing to our community.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An interesting young woman, I must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, who wants to follow Hannah Yeoh's footsteps? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6151933677170966628?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6151933677170966628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6151933677170966628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6151933677170966628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6151933677170966628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/08/hannah-yeoh-called-for-such-time-as.html' title='Hannah Yeoh: Called for such a time as this'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1735387844504917029</id><published>2008-08-18T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:05:44.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People have been asking me this question, "What have you been doing during the holidays?" or somewhere along those lines... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the next obvious question would be, "Not bored, meh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly speaking, my answer is no. You must be thinking the same way as the others who have asked me that question. However, I can tell you that the word 'bored' was never on my mind during these 4 months... If at all,  it was only for a second or two when I couldn't decide what to do. "How come?" you ask... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... I find my own things to do that's why. It's not that difficult to past time actually.., I can do without interning in a law firm although I wanted to earlier, but I got lazy so decided to stay home and enjoy my holiday fully before I start mugging in year 2 again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, back to answering all your curiosity, this is how I spend my time.. but please you must promise not to laugh at my er... "activities"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firstly, I love reading.. if possible I could read a whole day on the same book. I'm currently reading a book borrowed from a friend called, 'The Innocent Man' by John Grisham. Interesting and a page-turner. Then, I read several Christian books too and no, I don't get bored of them either... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next would be what most or not all of us are guilty of... using the computer! Yes, I spend a considerable amount of time on the computer, either playing games, chatting, surfing, blogging, or checking my mails... I'm cutting down the time spent on that too now so that I can spend more time doing other beneficial stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides reading, watching tv is one of my favourite past times (I sound like I'm writing a 'My Favourite Hobby' essay). To be exact, watching chinese serials is my favourite past time :)  You can call them 'Aunty' shows but I just love watching them. Among those I'm currently watching now are from Singapore, China and Hong Kong. Their gripping stories and dramatic tales always leave glued to the screen especially in the evenings. Therefore, I will either be out in the evenings or at home watching tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, after enjoying for quite some time, I decided just last month to do something more 'beneficial' than just reading leisurely. I decided to start reading up on the Year 2 syllabus of the law subjects. Although I've not done much up to this day, I had a glimpse of what the subjects are like in Year 2 so it's not that bad, yea... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, not to forget, I have been travelling! I went Redang, then to Penang and more recently to Korea! (which reminds me that I haven't finished posting my Korea trip..zzz..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not least, a holiday won't be a holiday without going out to the movies, ey?! Yup, other than staying at home I do go out too... u know... There was a time where I went to the moves every single week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea, so with all the outdoor and indoor activities surrounding my life, how can I say that "I'm bored"? If you can find things to do, you won't get bored :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1735387844504917029?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1735387844504917029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1735387844504917029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1735387844504917029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1735387844504917029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='What have I been doing?'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4307798463669805349</id><published>2008-08-10T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:28:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent findings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1.    My maid thinks she's an all-rounder (in other words, she thinks she's fat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2.    She is not eating much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3.    Reason #1:    She's afraid her boyfriend might not friend her anymore when           he sees her (he will then just be a boy, not boy-friend...get it? Lol. i know.       i-did-it-on-purpose-haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4.   Reason #2:    She wants to be like me as I'm thinner than her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5.   She thinks twice before eating any meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6.   Sometimes the temptation is too great that she eats more than she ought           to be eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7.    I'm eating more because of my maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Conclusion:   I'm just kidding on the last one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4307798463669805349?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4307798463669805349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4307798463669805349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4307798463669805349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4307798463669805349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/08/recent-findings.html' title='recent findings...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4636276755643652166</id><published>2008-07-25T11:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:59:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of Korean phrases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sorry for the long absence from blogging. To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; be honest, I feel quite lazy to post already about Korea, but as promis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ed I shall do it nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3    Jeju Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A continuation from the previous Korea post. We had Gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nseng Chicken for dinner. HMMMM..!! Simply good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlQg1XR5wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tBw8VwmFlNY/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlQg1XR5wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tBw8VwmFlNY/s320/DSC01827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226797367550928642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;DAY 4    BUSAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Upon arrival, we headed to Yongdusan Park, which was nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the biggest seafood market in Korea called the Jagalchi Market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlV9vDF8lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xdtfXpq-O7w/s1600-h/DSC01841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlV9vDF8lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xdtfXpq-O7w/s320/DSC01841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226803361629991506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sotong anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlXuI91ALI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D9fp6sc56Fw/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlXuI91ALI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D9fp6sc56Fw/s320/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226805292732580018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Still up for unagi? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlYbypTIDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/i4vNA1lzlZM/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlYbypTIDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/i4vNA1lzlZM/s320/DSC01845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226806077014876210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ooh...abalone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlYqf-9kyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/l3nHEOUGMFg/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlYqf-9kyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/l3nHEOUGMFg/s320/DSC01846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226806329703502626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know what this is. Er... inte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;stines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After that, was Cheongseongdae Observatory, the oldest existing astral observatory in Asia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlauOkJ5lI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lqNiRtXQ_vM/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlauOkJ5lI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lqNiRtXQ_vM/s320/DSC01873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226808592770393682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toilet as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlbJtw-2BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6wSyM9Ec32A/s1600-h/DSC01876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlbJtw-2BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6wSyM9Ec32A/s320/DSC01876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226809065002162194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The astral tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlb_9sBeNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yUSwwZ4O3fE/s1600-h/DSC01877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlb_9sBeNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yUSwwZ4O3fE/s320/DSC01877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226809996989266130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Food again! AHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;That was it for that day. We also went to some temple la but I didn't feel like mentioning it here and besides, we didn't go in also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea... till I feel like posting again! Haha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm so bad to leave my readers half-hanging... Well, coming next... exiting places and adventures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4636276755643652166?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4636276755643652166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4636276755643652166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4636276755643652166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4636276755643652166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/07/running-out-of-korean-phrases.html' title='Running out of Korean phrases'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SIlQg1XR5wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tBw8VwmFlNY/s72-c/DSC01827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8251945995006546967</id><published>2008-07-22T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:54:40.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned 20 today</title><content type='html'>It's easy to remember birthdays nowadays with reminders everywhere if you're always on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're FACEBOOK, FRIENDSTER, BIRTHDAY REMINDER...? and so many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO just in case you forget a friend's birthday, they have these devices to remind you in your inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on another note, I asked a friend once on her 20th birthday this year if she feels 20. She couldn't answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand why myself, especially if you don't even look like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that I'm like 20 year old trapped in a 15 year old body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I have others who commented that I looked 12 ok! So not funny lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really funny is the fact that I have mixed feelings about being my actual age. A small part of me enjoys looking younger than my actual age and a bigger part of me just wanna scream out the words "I'M OLDER THAN YOU THINK I AM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying nevertheless, that AGE IS JUST A NUMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, I'm 20. This year. Not 5 years later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8251945995006546967?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8251945995006546967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8251945995006546967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8251945995006546967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8251945995006546967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-turned-20-today.html' title='I turned 20 today'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7371621640770283478</id><published>2008-07-16T11:18:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:47:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kamsaihamida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You'll should know what it means right? If you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;n't, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;t means "thank you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, as a continuation as of yesterday or day before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 3    JEJU ISLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;After lunch, we headed to  some korean village which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I've forgotten the name. Ah, I think I remember. It was where we bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ught some health products. From what I remember, the people in this village do not have pharmacy or clinic in their a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;rea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;They just depend on their own medicine to get well. Their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;own-made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; honey an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;d tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1wFE1dUcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0lYMd3XbZ_4/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1wFE1dUcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0lYMd3XbZ_4/s320/DSC01793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223454375319261634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1xBvVAlCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0uMUF_crKcY/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1xBvVAlCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0uMUF_crKcY/s320/DSC01795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223455417518036002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The houses in which they stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, we went to Cheonjiyeon Falls where a legend is derived from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1ya4tcsrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/neS1EDTmgxY/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1ya4tcsrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/neS1EDTmgxY/s320/DSC01800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223456949044818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;We proceeded to the Teddy Bear Museum which exhibits everything about Teddy Bears. From the cutest to the most expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH10zLAsRjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ibSQfHfK0Wo/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH10zLAsRjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ibSQfHfK0Wo/s320/DSC01804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223459565297485362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH13IK-9f_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5LHwtYMZeao/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH13IK-9f_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5LHwtYMZeao/s320/DSC01806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223462125090734066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Teddy Bears in their sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH13ot1c4cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HdZZlvMFaW0/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH13ot1c4cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HdZZlvMFaW0/s320/DSC01809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223462684201902530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astronaut Teddy Bears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH14EsQ-wrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bwGCfiRJcDo/s1600-h/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH14EsQ-wrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bwGCfiRJcDo/s320/DSC01810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223463164816835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My dad with "The Beattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH14p3sIBRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/yANa7BINXYk/s1600-h/DSC01812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH14p3sIBRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/yANa7BINXYk/s320/DSC01812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223463803538638098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is cute. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH15USJZ3tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J3Q2YRBYDy8/s1600-h/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH15USJZ3tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J3Q2YRBYDy8/s320/DSC01817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223464532195270354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most expensive Teddy Bear, wearing branded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH16ycNs0BI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WRvA_SeN594/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH16ycNs0BI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WRvA_SeN594/s320/DSC01818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223466149805346834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The Mona Lisa Teddy Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, we went to the Chocolate Castle and took a photo of this ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH17M5cBNcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JOO9L2triKI/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH17M5cBNcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JOO9L2triKI/s320/DSC01825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223466604326630850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My father thought they were tomatoes. Came to the chocolate factory to take picture of tomatoes, capsicum I mean. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Off to another place and more sightseeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7371621640770283478?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7371621640770283478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7371621640770283478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7371621640770283478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7371621640770283478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/07/kamsaihamida.html' title='kamsaihamida!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SH1wFE1dUcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0lYMd3XbZ_4/s72-c/DSC01793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6698903086374188363</id><published>2008-07-14T11:10:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:42:31.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muchi muchi ipoyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It means "very beautiful". This post is for K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orean dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ama fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3    JEJU ISLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We visited Seongsan Ilchulbaong Peak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for a spe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cular view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIKijuEiI/AAAAAAAAADk/6n8LXnUEoF8/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIKijuEiI/AAAAAAAAADk/6n8LXnUEoF8/s320/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222706801290383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIWMCVuLI/AAAAAAAAADs/MdC5OBzIFM8/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIWMCVuLI/AAAAAAAAADs/MdC5OBzIFM8/s320/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222707001403226290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There we climbed the massive amount of steps just to get to the to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p. Starting from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIniZVtQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y7x02ihukOE/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIniZVtQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y7x02ihukOE/s320/DSC01755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222707299463050498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And saw this big rock along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrJCwLeTcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jZ0E9daQVA0/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrJCwLeTcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jZ0E9daQVA0/s320/DSC01757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222707767019457986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And more steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrJRA8WetI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qXalV7DdmuA/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrJRA8WetI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qXalV7DdmuA/s320/DSC01756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222708012037602002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r a gazillion steps, I arrived at the top. So many words in Korean but it only takes one word to explain in English.."DANGER". It was an a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ccomplishment to climb so high in which not many ppl can but a disappointment to find nothing at the peak. No view, nothing. Parents were smart enough to rest halfway and not continue. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrLWS38BxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MeR5ncJtWmM/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrLWS38BxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MeR5ncJtWmM/s320/DSC01767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222710301773530898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The view as w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e walked down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrMKG4b6aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FhYi6Ngsybk/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrMKG4b6aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FhYi6Ngsybk/s320/DSC01788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222711191907592610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we proceeded to Seopjikoji where it became a popular Korean drama shooting site after the shooting of the drama "All In".  Those who watched the drama should know. The row of houses above are like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; holiday homes facing the sea. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrOBoBqVzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-2JkqqxFbGM/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrOBoBqVzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-2JkqqxFbGM/s320/DSC01775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222713245209089842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way up to the shooting site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrOZH82Q5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mzHL7Gb3o7w/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrOZH82Q5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mzHL7Gb3o7w/s320/DSC01776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222713648915825554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The church which was rebuilt after being destroyed by either a monsoon of tsunami (forgot already) was a scene for shooting the drama "All In". It was named after the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrPnOwvyjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gT_RiHe6dAY/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrPnOwvyjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gT_RiHe6dAY/s320/DSC01778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714990773914162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrP3lMPSWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NFAO6rSarLY/s1600-h/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrP3lMPSWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NFAO6rSarLY/s320/DSC01780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222715271672711522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrS8_n2HDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jDbhqAuqK2M/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrS8_n2HDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jDbhqAuqK2M/s320/DSC01786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222718663202053170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two brave Korean aunties posing at the volcanic rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salute them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrUssDq9WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aeWdZUks6-I/s1600-h/DSC_2822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrUssDq9WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aeWdZUks6-I/s320/DSC_2822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222720582095402338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrUb4eXeTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ttsqL8aRfKo/s1600-h/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrUb4eXeTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ttsqL8aRfKo/s320/DSC01782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222720293370820914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just had to la -----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrVjm-KJeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CThpbSawTfM/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrVjm-KJeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CThpbSawTfM/s320/DSC01791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222721525622908386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark skinned pork for lunch. Mmmmm...!! The skin only dark la, not the flesh! Silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, did I mention&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that I got sunburnt? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, I GOT SUNBURNT!&lt;/span&gt; while climbing up the mountain to the peak.On both my shoulders. STUPID. Of all places...KOREA. Two dark patches on my shoulders now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming up next: More sightseeing and teddy bear lovers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6698903086374188363?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6698903086374188363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6698903086374188363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6698903086374188363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6698903086374188363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/07/muchi-muchi-ipoyo.html' title='muchi muchi ipoyo'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHrIKijuEiI/AAAAAAAAADk/6n8LXnUEoF8/s72-c/DSC01751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5628719996510706738</id><published>2008-07-13T15:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:47:40.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annyeonghaseyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello! I'm back from Korea! I'll let the pictures do the t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;alking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 2    JEJU ISLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our flight was in the midnight, our tour only started the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; second day where we arrived at Incheon Airport and wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e transferred to Jeju Island, the popular paradise for honeymooners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmsrrvXMdI/AAAAAAAAACk/dE5qsLtR15w/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmsrrvXMdI/AAAAAAAAACk/dE5qsLtR15w/s320/DSC01732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222395109388530130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We visited the Yongduam Dragon Head Rock,a volcanic rock created from an eruption about 2 million years ago. The rock right in the middle is said to resemble a dragon's head. Do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmt6rz89LI/AAAAAAAAACs/a9i5jFmBFr4/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmt6rz89LI/AAAAAAAAACs/a9i5jFmBFr4/s320/DSC01735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222396466617447602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Then I saw this weird looking fish which reminds me of a cow because of its colour. And I just had to take a photo of it. It looks kinda scary huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmupyhHbGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k5xitySjKAc/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmupyhHbGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k5xitySjKAc/s320/DSC01736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222397275871341666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This was our room at Jeju Island. The moment we stepped in, we had the shock of our lives. Neither of us expected the room to be like that. The following pictures will explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmvPX-IQpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/B8HCdkgKM3g/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmvPX-IQpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/B8HCdkgKM3g/s320/DSC01737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222397921580302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We had to put an extra layer of mattress on the floor to make it more comfortable for us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmv2y8uGrI/AAAAAAAAADE/TK8hYBhpQW8/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmv2y8uGrI/AAAAAAAAADE/TK8hYBhpQW8/s320/DSC01738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222398598837050034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmwDdlMyaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Y6j1hyVrj1w/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmwDdlMyaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Y6j1hyVrj1w/s320/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222398816439552418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;There were no chairs or sofas around so we had to sit on the cabinet. It was so low that it served like a place to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmwsNtl_1I/AAAAAAAAADU/ZU592GRAW1Q/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmwsNtl_1I/AAAAAAAAADU/ZU592GRAW1Q/s320/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222399516554428242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The sittable table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmxNBC_AJI/AAAAAAAAADc/BI7qpNbunow/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmxNBC_AJI/AAAAAAAAADc/BI7qpNbunow/s320/DSC01744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222400080090169490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dinner at Jeju Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the end of our 1st day tour at Jeju Island. I'll update on the next day tomorrow and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering if we had a good sleep that night. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. My body did not ache but we weren't used to sleeping on the floor so we requested for beds the next day hehe. It was an experience though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;p/s: The next post is for all Korean drama fans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5628719996510706738?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5628719996510706738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5628719996510706738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5628719996510706738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5628719996510706738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/07/annyeonghaseyo.html' title='annyeonghaseyo!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SHmsrrvXMdI/AAAAAAAAACk/dE5qsLtR15w/s72-c/DSC01732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6013151773792151429</id><published>2008-06-15T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:10:41.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Day joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After dinner while ushering us out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Manager of restaurant: Thank you. Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad: Ok.. same to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Same to you?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum and I burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum: You should have said "Same to your father!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dad can be real funny sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6013151773792151429?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6013151773792151429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6013151773792151429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6013151773792151429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6013151773792151429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-mood-fro-jokes.html' title='A Father&apos;s Day joke'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7789837610199802637</id><published>2008-06-13T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:16:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ASS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't believe my BM is so lousy considering I got A1 for BM during SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya nak buat penangguhan..kerana...uh...&lt;/span&gt;course&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bermula di September..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Huh?September?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi, saya akan pergi ke Korea...&lt;/span&gt;(trying to find the right word)...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; di Julai.." &lt;/span&gt;(why on earth did I keep saying "di")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Ok.... kamu ke Korea untuk apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... untuk...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melancong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: OHH...untuk melancong....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa &lt;/span&gt;document yang perlu saya...beri...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, tunggu sebentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Kamu telefon bahagian penangguhan dengan nombor ni...********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, than...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: $%#$%^&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;(murmuring in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Line cuts* Tooot toooot tooot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHat the....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you don't already know, &lt;/span&gt;AN ASS = NS.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7789837610199802637?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7789837610199802637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7789837610199802637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7789837610199802637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7789837610199802637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/06/ass.html' title='AN ASS!!!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8443405320308246990</id><published>2008-06-07T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:09:19.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know... I know the word...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Playing TABOO somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone:    Er...Er... man's private part! (the taboo word was Dick Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies (Team A):    Penis! (in unison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies (Team B): *laughs* (some put on a blur look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: No! It can be a person's name also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies (Team A):   Penny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols...!!!&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/37743362-8443405320308246990?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8443405320308246990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8443405320308246990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8443405320308246990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8443405320308246990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-i-know-i-know-word.html' title='I know, I know... I know the word...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8646885459308530915</id><published>2008-05-14T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:07:41.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER TOMORROW I'M DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8646885459308530915?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3987159888979943427</id><published>2008-05-01T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:11:49.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just realised that it won't do me any good to panic at this point in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3987159888979943427?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3987159888979943427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1775352083852893292</id><published>2008-04-29T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:49:41.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy Preacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSlKKHoBXf4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSlKKHoBXf4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1775352083852893292?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5429981899282520776</id><published>2008-04-23T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:09:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 71st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a miracle that I'm still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWAKE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Funny don't you think, the fonts I use are much much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5429981899282520776?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5429981899282520776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5429981899282520776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5429981899282520776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5429981899282520776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-71st-post.html' title='My 71st post'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2237451511288031290</id><published>2008-04-13T00:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:26:53.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the blogging moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I HAVE TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; DREAMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; GONNA WORK OUT NO MATTER HOW I WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2237451511288031290?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2237451511288031290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2237451511288031290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2237451511288031290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2237451511288031290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-blogging-moment.html' title='It&apos;s the blogging moment'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5142847712835818712</id><published>2008-04-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:04:09.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyj1FAQdPzg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyj1FAQdPzg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5142847712835818712?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5142847712835818712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5142847712835818712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5142847712835818712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5142847712835818712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2329510879579030742</id><published>2008-04-11T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:01:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, I KNOW IT'S OVERUSED. BUT I AM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO STUDY, SERIOUSLYYYY... NO MORE FOOLING AROUND... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;FOCUS! FOCUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;GUYS/GIRLS, WHEN YOU SEE ME ONLINE, REMIND ME/MAKE SURE I STUDY!! OK??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M STRESSED BECAUSE I HAVEN'T DONE MUCH UP TO TODAY! I SPENT MY OTHER TIME DOING WHAT I LIKE, NOT STUDYING! ARGGGH! NOW I FEEL GUILTY ABOUT MYSELF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 MORE WEEKS LEFT AND SO MANY UNCOVERED TOPICS... PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF I KEEP SAYING THAT I'M STRESSED. IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE SO LITTLE TIME LEFT AND SO MANY THINGS TO STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND YES, ACTIONS DO SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/37743362-2329510879579030742?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2329510879579030742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2329510879579030742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2329510879579030742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2329510879579030742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-stressed.html' title='I am stressed'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2196796657154827134</id><published>2008-04-03T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:10:59.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of total randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Starting from next Monday, I have decided to walk up the stairs in college from GROUND FLOOR to the SEVENTH FLOOR due to the following reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I'm under-exercised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Waiting for the lift takes longer than walking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Taking the lift takes longer than walking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Too many people in the lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, I shall not comply with this undertaking if I'm late for classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Told you it was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2196796657154827134?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2196796657154827134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2196796657154827134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2196796657154827134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2196796657154827134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-total-randomness.html' title='Out of total randomness'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8805715121067906292</id><published>2008-04-01T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:16:52.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Lee: Song of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8805715121067906292?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8805715121067906292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8805715121067906292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8805715121067906292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8805715121067906292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/04/ken-lee-song-of-year.html' title='Ken Lee: Song of the year'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8044183312371551402</id><published>2008-03-23T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:39:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season to be TESTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like what A FRIEND OF MINE said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                    WHAT IS LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHALLENGES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8044183312371551402?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8044183312371551402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8044183312371551402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8044183312371551402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8044183312371551402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/03/tis-season-to-be-tested.html' title='Tis&apos; the season to be TESTED'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3822384071991621552</id><published>2008-03-19T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:13:53.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post promised earlier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures from China which I had promised a few posts before. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Es10Z9HuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D4aJAsXGSJ0/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Es10Z9HuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D4aJAsXGSJ0/s320/DSC01609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470349564976866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A closer look at my dad's cousins (one 81 and the other 79)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Es2EZ9HvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kj4oCVDa-Nc/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Es2EZ9HvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kj4oCVDa-Nc/s320/DSC01630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470353859944178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A very chinese traditional way of taking photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5EZ9HpI/AAAAAAAAABM/-YT11a8GBuA/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5EZ9HpI/AAAAAAAAABM/-YT11a8GBuA/s320/DSC01617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468206376296082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the family members of my dad's cousins' family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5UZ9HqI/AAAAAAAAABU/yRog6hDUTCw/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5UZ9HqI/AAAAAAAAABU/yRog6hDUTCw/s320/DSC01619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468210671263394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   The younger generation in the family (the 2 teenagers on the left are the young couple who had married young and have a baby - carried by his great-grandfather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5kZ9HrI/AAAAAAAAABc/74jhTZMknrc/s1600-h/DSC01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5kZ9HrI/AAAAAAAAABc/74jhTZMknrc/s320/DSC01623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468214966230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is how their school uniform looks like &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5kZ9HsI/AAAAAAAAABk/DuJkz5uD01s/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq5kZ9HsI/AAAAAAAAABk/DuJkz5uD01s/s320/DSC01626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468214966230722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is how the "chinamen" look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq50Z9HtI/AAAAAAAAABs/RL7BEXlvWYg/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Eq50Z9HtI/AAAAAAAAABs/RL7BEXlvWYg/s320/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468219261198034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mum's aunty's family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3822384071991621552?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3822384071991621552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3822384071991621552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3822384071991621552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3822384071991621552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-post-promised-earlier.html' title='Picture post promised earlier'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/R-Es10Z9HuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D4aJAsXGSJ0/s72-c/DSC01609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6258673885925836064</id><published>2008-03-14T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:33:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of ungrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a few moments ago, I felt a moment of ungrace as I sat near the piano eating by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was angry at people. I won't deny that I even thought about the word 'hate'. I 'hated' people who have somehow or rather hurt me. I felt that I've been 'betrayed' by these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I felt as if all these while whatever I've been doing have all gone to waste. Useless. Meaningless. Self inflicted. When I mean all these while, I meant years. Years of persuasion, encouragement, pushing, enforcing... meaningless to these people. After all the hardwork I put in, the time I spent, the things I spent on... wasted. Nobody appreciated it. Worst, they turn a deaf ear. They won't listen, they won't budge, they don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A moment of ungrace. How ironic that I just finished reading a book on grace and this opposite feeling just crept into my soul and spoke unpleasant words to me just awhile ago. My first test of grace. Even a child wouldn't want to come and talk to me. For that moment, I felt so alone, so by myself, and all I could turn to was my unread blog. I could throw all my feelings of 'hatred' in this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and nobody would dare say. Years and years of encouragement, all end up ignored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I constantly cry out, "God, I need grace desperately although I don't feel like it. So many times, God, I feel like giving up... giving up my duty, my responsibility, giving up telling them, encouraging them... and it is as if I'm forcing them. It's tiring, saddening, frustrating and depressing to remind them each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What else, God, can I do to make them listen to me? Because of this, I've had made sacrifices on other things which are equally as important. Due to obedience, I did it. Due to the fact that I didn't want to give up on them, I did it. Because of You, God, I did it. Because of what I believe You can do, I did it. For their sake, I did it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Each day, I've been taught to look at the world through 'grace-tinted lenses'. Not easy, but that is what God wants. That is and was how Jesus looked at the world when He was on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Although I know they won't listen, I know that my effort won't go to waste. God has a purpose for me. I know He has. I know there is still hope for some of them. One day, they will know that it is for their own good. I know they will. I would be more than happy even if only one of them came back. I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like my lecturer once said, "We cannot save everybody. We can only save those who save themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6258673885925836064?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6258673885925836064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6258673885925836064' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6258673885925836064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6258673885925836064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/03/moment-of-ungrace.html' title='A moment of ungrace'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-782714476026684854</id><published>2008-03-13T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:01:51.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What grace has taught me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. If you ask, how does a grace-full (full of grace) Christian look? The answer is a grace-full Christian is one who looks at the world through "grace-tinted lenses".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. One lecturer in spirituality once said, "God in heaven holds each person by a string. When you sin, you cut the string. Then God ties it up again, making a knot - and thereby bringing you a little closer to him. Again and again your sins cut the string - and with each further knot God keeps grawing you closer and closer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Hate the sin, not the sinner. But you ask, how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? It occurred to me that there was one person I had been doing this all my life - namely myself. However much I dislike my own character or greed or selfishness, I went on loving myself. There had been the slightest difficulty about it. In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the person. Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4.The world thirsts for grace. When grace descends, the world falls silent before it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-782714476026684854?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/782714476026684854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=782714476026684854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/782714476026684854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/782714476026684854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-grace-has-taught-me.html' title='What grace has taught me'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5687682463077731343</id><published>2008-03-09T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:55:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming for a public holiday on Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some, today is a day of mourning and sadness, but to others it is a day of rejoicing and victory.&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you, I've never been so semangat-ed (hyped up) during elections period in the past 20 years of my life and I must admit, this year is one of the most anticipating and most 'kan-cheong' moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I'm still recovering from the post-election results which have been circulating around thru' sms, news and the internet for the past 8 hours. Last night's ordain was like watching the World Cup football match finale where most people have their eyes glued on the tv or handphones in hand waiting for unofficial and official results directly from the counting centres. I would then wait in anticipation as results keep flooding in and would just shout with excitement upon hearing the opposition parties wining seats against the BN candidates. It is as if my favourite team in football has scored a goal each time an opposition party wins. To me, it was that kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago I remembered staying up late in the night with my family and our eyes glued on the tv screen, waiting in anticipation for BN to win. In fact, I wasn't anticipating for the results. I was more interested in the outcome of the result, whether the Monday after election would be declared as a public holiday. In the end, it was and it was due to the landslide winning of BN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I put my hopes on the same outcome of the result but not on the same results. Well, it would be quite impossible to demand for a public holiday from BN after their plight in the elections, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the most important thing is that the government should take the results of the elections as a wake-up call and not sleep on it. It is time for a change. It is our turn to have a say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who cares whether Monday is a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do....lol... I want it so badly....!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5687682463077731343?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5687682463077731343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5687682463077731343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5687682463077731343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5687682463077731343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-election-feelings.html' title='Dreaming for a public holiday on Monday'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7103463400556486146</id><published>2008-03-03T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:06:18.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing tales from China</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My parents just got back from China last night and boy, do they have amazing stories to tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some of you must be thinking... "China.? Again...??" Well, yea. This is the second time in 6 months and the third for my mum. The last time was during our big homefellowship sorta retreat in 2004 which was the funnest (if there's such a word) trip ever and our very first (and only?) overseas trip together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, anyway, the main reason they went to China, this time to Shan Tou, GuangZhou, was to visit their long lost relatives. (Wow...!) Yea, long lost.... My dad's long lost cousin (dad's father's sister's chidren) and my mum's auntie (mum's father's sister). According to my mum, my mum's grandmother left her auntie in China cos she's one of the only daughters in the family and brought the younger daughter to Malaysia instead. So, she was left alone there in China, married at the age of 15, now with her family. Confused? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arriving at the Teochew city, Swatow (yes I'm Teochew, pure some more ok...don't play play... and I'm no banana.. I know how to speak...just maybe not as good as my family..hehe), my parents were greated most warmly by their relatives there. They were sooooo happy to meet them. My dad's relatives even invited the other family members (a total of 5 tables in the restaurant) for lunch to welcome my parents. Amazing, isn't it, how warm can China people be... :) Btw, I've not finish my story-telling yet. Please bear with me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;According to my parents, (now this is the shocking part of the story) one of my dad's niece/nephew's children got married at the age of 18/19 as his/her wife was pregnant at the age of 17. So, basically, my dad's cousin (age 81) has become a great-grandfather and that makes my father a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GREAT-GRANDUNCLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lol..does that mean... I'm...(wait a minute..nonono)... a...gggrrraaaanndauuntiiee??? HA?! You serious ar??! At the age of 20??! NO WAY! And I thought being an auntie was old enough... Grandauntie some more...urghhh... I'm starting to feel old now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, as much as I have other stories to tell, I'm afraid I don't have the time now. Anyways, hope you enjoyed a little of what I heard from my parents from China. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Picture posts ahead! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7103463400556486146?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7103463400556486146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7103463400556486146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7103463400556486146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7103463400556486146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing-tales-from-china.html' title='Amazing tales from China'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7170769856256123625</id><published>2008-02-27T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:00:18.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Digby Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Currently listening to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqzLclWPY_w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqzLclWPY_w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVVfo74jzL0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVVfo74jzL0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7170769856256123625?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7170769856256123625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7170769856256123625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7170769856256123625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7170769856256123625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/02/marie-digby-rocks.html' title='Marie Digby Rocks!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4931984199341486685</id><published>2008-02-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:29:44.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna miss you, Shu Xian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it's me again. See... I managed to type another post here. Not bad for second day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, just got back from LCCT terminal after sending Shu Xian off to Brisbane, Australia. My childhood friend of approx. 12 years...? I didn't cry although I felt like I wanted to after seeing her mum cry as she hugged her beloved daughter. Her evil brothers, on other hand, were also sad but not because of her going away but more because they are now deprived from transportation freedom as their sister used to be their chauffeur in town. Now that she has gone to Australia, they missed her driving... nyek nyek nyek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's another day of uni. Hmm... (I kinda replaced my 'sigh' with this). Came back from the airport and did some unfinished work which I didn't manage to do in the afternoon. I wonder what's in store for me tomorrow... Will I be seeing you again tomorrow, my dear non-existent blog readers?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I sure hope so.Till then, goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pss..it's a Valentine's Day tomorrow! (So?) :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4931984199341486685?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4931984199341486685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4931984199341486685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4931984199341486685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4931984199341486685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/02/gonna-miss-you-shu-xian.html' title='Gonna miss you, Shu Xian'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3025122185549470382</id><published>2008-02-12T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:57:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah... feels good to blog again. I suddenly have this urge for blogging, one I didn't experience for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First and foremost, I would like to apologise to my non-existent readers for my disappearing act since January. I have been looking for the right mood and inspiration to come up with a little simple piece of what's in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Personally, I prefer mind-boggling than blogging. In case you don't understand, mind-boggling is where I arrange the thoughts in my mind and not in words. That way, I don't have to think of those nice fancy words to put in here and crack my head just to write what's been on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh, I need to buck up on my English man. Sometimes, I'm just so lost for words with what to write/type. This partly explains my disappearing act for a month from this blog. I envy those who can write what's on their mind without even thinking of the words. They just come out like water flowing from the river. Oh, whatever, you get me. Well, maybe I'm a little perfectionist in this matter and maybe er... self-conscious...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, maybe I should start the blogging routine. I shall blog whatever that's in my mind or anything that comes past my path in my daily life. No more thinking of bombastic words, interesting stories,or peculiar happenings. As long as it affects me, I shall just speak my mind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Could it really be possible??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We'll see tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3025122185549470382?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3025122185549470382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3025122185549470382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3025122185549470382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3025122185549470382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/02/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8393009210950066000</id><published>2008-01-16T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:16:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle within me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I think I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just agree with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you always against me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MSG : We can learn more from our critics than our admirers&lt;br /&gt;            Some tell us how wonderful we are&lt;br /&gt;                       Others tell the truth (Prov. 27:6; Ps. 141:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have yet to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8393009210950066000?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8393009210950066000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8393009210950066000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8393009210950066000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8393009210950066000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/01/battle-within-me.html' title='The Battle within me'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1334653276984842791</id><published>2008-01-03T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:12:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God it was just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a dream last night, a nightmare or rather. I dreamt that I had 2 weeks to finish my assignment but I only managed to do it the night before the dateline. So, I was quickly rushing my assignment and I didnt know what the heck I was typing. Finally, that night I managed to finish it and went to sleep. The next day (as in in the dream), I woke up remembering that I had forgotten about Bibliography! Shucks! Now, I have to rush to college to do it! I have no idea why I had to go college to do it when I can actually finish it at home. Everything happened so fast, I got into a car driven by one of my SAM lecturers (don't ask me why or how) and she sped me off to college with my pajamas on. On the way to college, she drove rather recklessly and I remembered that she drove on paths that are illegal, which are not roads. Nevermind. When I arrived at the college, to my horror, all the computers were occupied except the spoiled ones. So, I decided to wait and I had like an hour more for submission. After awhile, some people started leaving the computers and I managed to use one of the computers. Before I could type anything, I forgot that I didnt have my assignment with me. Stupid me. Rush all the way here and left my asignment at home. The next best option was to call my mum to ask her to get it for me. When I called her, another tragedy happened. I FORGOT TO SAVE MY ASSIGNMENT IN MY COMPUTER THE NIGHT BEFORE. GREAT. I sat in front of the computer stunned for a second. Then I saw a classmate of mine, I asked him a stupid question just to make sure I wasn't dreaming (which in fact I was), "Today's the dateline for assignment right?" He said "YEA". I went back to sit and thought to myself, "This is not me... I'm not like that... What happened..? Why didn't I finish my assignment earlier? How can this happen to me..???" As I sat there questioning myself, suddenly I felt my eyes were like forced open and head turned to the other side. There I was looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. IT WAS JUST A DREAM. The first words that came out of my mouth was "Thank God it was just a dream", saying it at least 3 times. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dream actually happened to one of my friends before. Not exactly the same but similar and not so scary. All in all, it was scary too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Moral of the dream is... DON'T PROCRASTINATE YOUR ASSIGNMENTS. You'll end up dreaming.. or worst still, experiencing the dream that I dreamt. If this were to happen in real life, I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness no more assignments for this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1334653276984842791?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1334653276984842791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1334653276984842791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1334653276984842791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1334653276984842791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-god-it-was-just-dream.html' title='Thank God it was just a dream'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-9090180047439415539</id><published>2007-12-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:34:52.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently listening to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/8rT4OOBiPiIinmArD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/8rT4OOBiPiIinmArD" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="148"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/maroon-5-lyrics.html" title="Maroon 5 Lyrics"&gt;Maroon 5 Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-9090180047439415539?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/9090180047439415539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=9090180047439415539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/9090180047439415539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/9090180047439415539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/12/currently-listening-to.html' title='Currently listening to...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3779698393279945368</id><published>2007-12-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:35:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's this time of the year again. College camp/YC Camp 2 is here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited?! YEAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who did not sign up for camp, you're gonna miss out on so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH... Oh well, we cannot save everybody, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our last camp for just the college people. Next year onwards, we'll be joining with the TSF. So, I guess it won't be so much fun. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who still wanna come, you still can sign up on that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the 20-23 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/37743362-3779698393279945368?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3779698393279945368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3779698393279945368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3779698393279945368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3779698393279945368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/12/college-camp.html' title='College Camp!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2984877055416821683</id><published>2007-12-03T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:24:04.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of assignments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watch this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hump &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlfO1C2QcvY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlfO1C2QcvY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how he did the sound effects! Classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2984877055416821683?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2984877055416821683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2984877055416821683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2984877055416821683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2984877055416821683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-midst-of-assignments.html' title='In the midst of assignments...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5169885009845938197</id><published>2007-11-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:53:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Doing my assignments...! SIGHHHH...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want a break..! I need a break..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When will this end??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been quite stressed out lately... due to the workload..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I once told my friend that I miss assignments when I was having my long 6-month break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hehe, silly thing to say.. BUT I don't really regret it...WHY??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cos... I really don't mind doing assignments...just that not at this time when all of them are back to back with minimal breathing space..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ooh... almost all of my sentences end with an exclamation mark! (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm tired. I'm sad.I need motivation. I need friends. I need support. I need encouragement. I need God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5169885009845938197?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5169885009845938197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5169885009845938197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5169885009845938197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5169885009845938197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/11/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8274570630837057092</id><published>2007-11-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:07:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%&amp;*!</title><content type='html'>I'm lost for words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable that I have no idea what to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand (you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiigggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%&amp;amp;*! (yes it's worth saying it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Throws chairs, tables, computers, etc. (anything within reach)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8274570630837057092?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8274570630837057092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8274570630837057092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8274570630837057092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8274570630837057092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='@#$%&amp;*!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8402363493518673775</id><published>2007-10-23T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:52:59.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does your name fit you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As temperamental as I am, I shall put up another post just to get away from the emo-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S: Lives life for fun (yea, definitely!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T: Great kisser (Er...I'm not so sure about that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Fun to be around with (I sure hope so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Really fall in love with (Yea...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Have beautiful eyes (Thanks..! *smiles shyly*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Loved by everybody (Er..I'm not so sure about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8402363493518673775?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8402363493518673775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8402363493518673775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8402363493518673775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8402363493518673775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/10/does-your-name-fit-you.html' title='Does your name fit you?'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7554597774912392225</id><published>2007-10-23T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:14:02.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know the word isn't very pleasant to the ears and eyes. But, in fact, it is reality and it is part and parcel of life. In the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When God doesn't make sense &lt;/span&gt;from James Dobson, he explained the ironies of life. Like how people are so successful at such young age and dies all of a sudden. Unbelievably true. Whether you like it or not, we hear these stories everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I just received word from a text message by my father who told me that a friend's father had passed away. Just last Tuesday, another friend's father had gone thru' the same fate. 2 deaths in a week... Surprisingly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fragile that you never know when your time is up on earth. Of course we have to be prepared in all circumstances in case God wants to take you. In all these circumstances, the people who suffer and carries the burden of these losses are their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am not very good at handling these situations. It is always hard for me to comprehend such things. And sometimes, I would have problems sleeping at night, thinking and worrying about&lt;br /&gt;matters of life and death. My heart would be thumping so hard, I feel as if I was gonna die. However, these days I have come to a realisation that our lives, my life, is in God's hands and as long as I live my life according to His purpose and will, I am safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, all I can say is that death is a serious thing. And you never know when the day will come but we as Christians, fortunately, at least have an idea of the road we're supposed to head. All in all, our lives are in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more, I think I shall have to finish reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When God doesn't make sense. &lt;/span&gt;You should to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7554597774912392225?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7554597774912392225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7554597774912392225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7554597774912392225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7554597774912392225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/10/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2783525825381532754</id><published>2007-09-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:28:38.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESSERTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Desserts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no... I'm not talking about desserts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the word "desserts" read in backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer thinks the word has been abused by students, overly used or it is an overstatement to use that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't realise that the word is so oftenly abused because of her.  I wanted to tell her that I always get headaches after attending her lecture. As usual, I never had the guts to do it, or rather I haven't found the guts to say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I dislike her autocratic nature, I find her quite a respectable lecturer in terms of what she tells us in class and the way she goes about on the subject she teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is likeable on one hand and unlikeable on the other. She told us there was once where a group of girls labelled her as the "mean machine."  It was kinda funny when she told us because I remembered something at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time at the closing of her lecture when she sort of "lectured" us. She noticed the look on our faces after her "lecture" and said, "You all look like you've just been hit by a three-tonne truck." That's when we, students thought the same thing... she's the three-tonne truck. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I still admire her. The question is to what extent do I admire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm hungry. Let's get desserts! (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2783525825381532754?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2783525825381532754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2783525825381532754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2783525825381532754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2783525825381532754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/09/desserts.html' title='DESSERTS!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3041135337594159240</id><published>2007-09-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:03:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know the troubles and circumstances we go thru' day by day. You know we are not perfect human beings. We do make mistakes sometimes and most of the time we end up emo-ing instead of going back to You. Oh God, sometimes I really wonder if I'm doing the right thing or whether I'm in the right track. It's just so hard to see where exactly am I going. I know that Your ways are not our ways and Your thoughts are higher than our thoughts. Help me Lord to know right from wrong and keep me always on the right path. Lord, teach me Your ways. Guide me in all Your ways and make my life pleasing unto You. Lead me not into temptation and deliver me from the evil one. Help me to be a shining light to the people and may my light bring glory to Your name, Lord. Let me not be deceived by the works of Your enemies and keep me holy in whatever I do or say. Jesus, You are Lord over my life, forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&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/37743362-3041135337594159240?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3041135337594159240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3041135337594159240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3041135337594159240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3041135337594159240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-539837028236691271</id><published>2007-09-14T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:46:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I living in denial?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel so up for blogging after coming back from my college's orientation dinner. I had mixed feelings for 2 days comtemplating whether to go for converge conference or dinner. Only today I decided to go for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first half an hour I felt under-dressed cos most of them were wearing dresses and skirts. It was supposedly semi-formal. That was their "semi-formal" according to my friend who was wearing a dress which I thought was more for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to cut the long story short... this post is like a "sanity-check" kinda post (that's what my lecturer calls it). So, if you don't wanna read then skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the performances, I sang along with them, swayed, clapped, and cheered. On one hand, I was kinda happy but on the other I was like "What am I doing here? I'm supposed to sing,clap all those in church in the conference..." It's really weird come to think of it. I'm not really an outgoing person. I don't go clubbing, I don't drink at all, I don't dance also, I don't really listen to secular music (I know some but not as many as you), basically I don't do what a normal, average teenager does at this age. Gosh, I'm revealing to much of myself. Those of you who know me, will know even if I didn't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong? Have I been living in denial all these while? Being a good girl, staying at home most of the time and not going clubbing with friends? Am I being abnormal? Or are these merely peer pressures and the deception from the devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think it's the latter. I think it's better that way... (lol) Talk about dancing... I can't dance even during worship to Jesus and you want me to dance in front of so many unknown people with secular music? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's also good to see the many antics of our lecturers tonight which we do not usually see during lectures. They made us think that lawyers are not all serious all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda worried later on as I further my studies in the UK. With all these peer pressures coming my way, will I be able to withstand them and stand firm on my own principles? The thing is I get influenced easily.  I'm worried that I'll suddenly either end up a clubber every weekend or be a lonely freak who stays in the hostel most of the time studying or if not, watching movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stress again that this is not an emo post. It is called a "sanity-check" post. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-539837028236691271?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/539837028236691271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=539837028236691271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/539837028236691271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/539837028236691271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-living-in-denial.html' title='Am I living in denial?'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3797315603699343760</id><published>2007-09-06T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:35:35.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read, read, read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Read aloud! 3 times! Read! Read!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was relatively the very few infamous statement from one of my SAM lecturers last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It suddenly struck me that what she had said that I took in vain all along had made sense to me only after one and a half years. Well, not entirely..but the word "READ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I first started  my Law degree in Help in July, not one lecturer missed out mentioning to us students to read more. Not only read.. but read MORE...  The fact that they know so much more than me made me feel pressured to read stuff that I used to (and still) find them boring/uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, I don't have a problem reading. The part which I find difficulty in is when I have to force myself to fix my eyes on "stuff"/reading materials that don't appeal to me. And this is not good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I practically have (or pretend) to show some interest in what I don't enjoy reading. Apparently this will help me in my studies or if not, in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all, "it's all for your own good." (I Not Stupid) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those who are doing Law will know what I'm going through.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3797315603699343760?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3797315603699343760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3797315603699343760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3797315603699343760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3797315603699343760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/09/read-read-read.html' title='Read, read, read'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6217386221685667714</id><published>2007-09-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:13:42.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't been blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My disappearing act was due to lack of time,motivation and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back, it's not that I've found them but to inform you that I haven't forgotten about my blog or how to blog...&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/37743362-6217386221685667714?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6217386221685667714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6217386221685667714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6217386221685667714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6217386221685667714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='I haven&apos;t been blogging'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8487850509061615460</id><published>2007-08-03T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:36:56.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will I marry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Has not the Lord made them one?&lt;br /&gt;In flesh and spirit they are his.&lt;br /&gt;And why one? Because he was&lt;br /&gt;seeking godly offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MALACHI 2:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;            When I was in high school, I wondered who I would marry. "What will he look like? Where will he be from? Do I currently know him?" Of course, tops on my list of husband criteria was for him to be handsome, tall, and with an athletic build. It was a given that he would be a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        At the advice of a missionary's wife, I later wrote every attribute I wanted in a husband and began to pray to God for a man with all of these attributes. My lengthy list ranged from as serious as being God-fearing, grounded in God's Word, and faithful in Christian stewardship to as fun-filled as loving to sing, taking me to McDonald's, and massaging my feet. I was faithful in dating only the boys who met the attributes on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Years later, I discovered that while I was praying for the man of my list, my husband was praying for a woman that met his criteria. I don't know who you will marry, but I am confident God's desire is for you to have a godly marriage. He can bless you with a godly man. So develop your list, start praying, and remain faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeanetta Sims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8487850509061615460?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8487850509061615460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6785448485823964886</id><published>2007-07-26T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:49:54.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this from Clare</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6785448485823964886?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6785448485823964886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6785448485823964886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6785448485823964886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6785448485823964886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/07/got-this-from-clare.html' title='Got this from Clare'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7566653570688781875</id><published>2007-07-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:08:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still A Teen-ager</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, since now I've the mood cos I ordered from Belle, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First of all, I would like to thank everyone who wished me yesterday and today of course. I would like to say a big THANK YOU to The Pearlies! Thank you for the surprise party thing that you guys planned which was awesome. For a person who planned and organised quite a few surprises, I was indeed surprise to be surprised. (If that makes sense to you) Christian has the Sarsi gang to surprise him, I have The Pearlies! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And for those of you who have no idea what I'm taking about, then you're gonna kena from me because HOW CAN YOU NOT REMEMBER SUCH AN IMPORTANT DATE! Terrrrible....... tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday night or early morning itself, my phone went "buzz..buzz.." (vibration mode la).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These were the people who wished me thru' sms in chronological order: Sara (Applause! She's the winner), Wenli (2nd prize), Caryn (3rd prize), Jeremy(Sorry you missed by 3 hrs, 4:14 am!! Don't you sleep??), Eunice, Sharon, Sen Ming, Hwei-Ming, Alvin, Wen Ming, Li Teng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The grand prize winner goes to The Pearlies!! Cos they surprised me on Saturday, which was before the actual day and of course my cg (How could I forget them??)  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But, I really really appreciate all your wishes. Thanks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For those of you who still have no idea what the heck I'm saying, then God Bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last but not least, I would also like to thank my good ol' friend Carol for dedicating a post to me in her blog. You are very much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7566653570688781875?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7566653570688781875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7566653570688781875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7566653570688781875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7566653570688781875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-still-teen-ager.html' title='I&apos;m still A Teen-ager'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6924407814281164721</id><published>2007-07-12T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:46:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.    I'm lazy to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Have no idea where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    College is fun and sucky at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    My blog's dead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    I'll blog when I have the mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Yes...the mood..&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/37743362-6924407814281164721?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6924407814281164721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6924407814281164721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6924407814281164721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6924407814281164721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/07/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4335349768766269519</id><published>2007-06-30T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:06:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute (1924-2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Friday morning, 29 June 2007, our founder and chairman Elder of FGA, DR KOH ENG KIAT went Home to be with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew much about him as a person until yesterday as I sat through the memorial service. All the testimonies I had heard brought me to tears just as I listened. He was a kind, humble, gentle and was always concerned about the church. Indeed, he was a great man with a big heart for God and a faithful servant of His. Many were overwhelmed by the testimonies and during the recital of hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he left us a legacy in which not many could follow; for us to cherish and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My Legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be the measure of my days, weeks, and years passed?&lt;br /&gt;How will my life be valued?&lt;br /&gt;What will matter is not what I bought,&lt;br /&gt;but what I have chosen to build.&lt;br /&gt;Not what I received,&lt;br /&gt;but what I have shared and given you.&lt;br /&gt;What will matter is not what I learned,&lt;br /&gt;but what I have taught.&lt;br /&gt;What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion,&lt;br /&gt;courage and sacrifice that enriched, empowered or&lt;br /&gt;encouraged others to emulate from my example.&lt;br /&gt;What will matter is not my competence,&lt;br /&gt;but my integrity and character; my true grit.&lt;br /&gt;What will matter is not how many people I have known, rich or poor,&lt;br /&gt;But how many will feel a lasting loss when I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;What will matter are not my faded memories,&lt;br /&gt;But the memories of those who knew and have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when I walk through the dark valley of death, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 23:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May the Lord our God bless his soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4335349768766269519?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4335349768766269519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4335349768766269519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4335349768766269519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4335349768766269519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-1924-2007_2801.html' title='A Tribute (1924-2007)'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5892339881979995793</id><published>2007-06-21T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:17:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 principles to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.    Never think or speak negatively about yourself; that puts you in disagreement with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.    Meditate on your God-given strengths and learn to encourage yourself, for most of the time no                one else will encourage you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.    Don’t compare yourself to anybody else; you are unique, there is no one else like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Focus on your potential, not your limitations. Remember you are indwelt by the Spirit of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Discover your spiritual gifts and put it to good use. Strive for excellence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Have the courage to be different. Always seek to please God and not man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Learn to handle criticism. Let it develop you instead of discourage you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Determine your own worth instead of letting others do it for you. They’ll shortchange you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Keep your shortcomings in perspective – you are still a work in progress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Focus daily on your greatest source of confidence – The Holy Spirit who indwells you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5892339881979995793?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5892339881979995793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5892339881979995793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5892339881979995793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5892339881979995793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-principles-to-live-by.html' title='10 principles to live by'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6260746116913654925</id><published>2007-06-18T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:19:11.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the past few months of staying at home, I felt as if my life was meaningless, as if I had no purpose in life. Back in school, I could at least study for something like an exam to keep me on track; focused. Now, life has been pretty miserable for me. Nothing much to do at home besides watching more tv, reading the same book for almost three weeks and going online playing Bejeweled 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life??? I seriously feel like studying or starting school right now. No doubt about that. You have no idea how it feels like to stay at home for all these wasted months doing...possibly nothing. I just want to get into my books, feel busy about something important, study for an exam and spend my time doing something worthwhile. Holidays are fun but too much of it makes me feel sick and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two months of my holidays were a blast. I did what I wanted to do. No studying, no pressure, nothing. Just free. Then, I started work in March when I felt a slight taste of boredom creeping into my soul.  After working for 2 and half months, I got tired and stopped work. Welcomed back the holidays again till today. That was in mid-May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I've decided to enrol in HELP for the July intake, I still have at least 2 weeks to waste time doing nothing. On one hand, I feel that I'm going to miss my long break. Btw, this is by far my longest break ever in history. On the other hand, I can't wait to start school and meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, I feel scared to start a whole new beginning, with new environment, new syllabus, new lecturers, new people, new beginings ahead,etc. (Yes, I have three hands.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6260746116913654925?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6260746116913654925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6260746116913654925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6260746116913654925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6260746116913654925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/meaningless.html' title='Meaningless'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4306524226511522362</id><published>2007-06-12T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:32:09.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see the King of Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming on the clouds with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole earth shakes, the whole earth shakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see His love and mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Washing over all our sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The people sing, the people sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hosanna, Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see a generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rising up to take their place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With selfless faith, with selfless faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see a near revival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stirring as we pray and seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're on our knees, we're on our knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Show me how to love like You have loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I walk from earth into eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/hosanna.html' title='Hosanna'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7903569318501547292</id><published>2007-06-09T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:41:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are from a book called Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the American Courts, and are things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people actually said in court, word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for word, taken down and now published&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by court reporters that had the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;torment of staying calm while these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exchanges were actually taking place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Are you sexually active?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No, I just lie there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What is your date of birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: July 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What gear were you in at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of the impact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: This condition you have... does it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;affect your memory at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: And in what ways does it affect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: You forget? Can you give us an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;example of something that you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forgotten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How old is your son, the one living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can't remember which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How long has he lived with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Forty-five years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What was the first thing your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;husband said to you when he woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: And why did that upset you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: My name is Susan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Do you know if your daughter has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ever been involved in voodoo or the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;occult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: We both do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Voodoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: We do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: You do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Yes, voodoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;know about it until the next morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Did you actually pass the bar exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;old, how old is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Were you present when your picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: So the date of conception (of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;baby) was August 8th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: And what were you doing at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: She had three children, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How many were boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Were there any girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How was your first marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;terminated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A:! By death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: And by whose death was it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;terminated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Can you describe the individual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: He was about medium height and had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a beard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Was this a male, or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Is your appearance here this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;morning pursuant to a deposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;notice which I sent to your attorney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No, this is how I dress when I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;performed on dead people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: All my autopsies are performed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dead people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: ALL your responses MUST be oral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK? What school did you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Oral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;examined the body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No, he was sitting on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wondering why I was doing an autopsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Are you qualified to give a urine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sample?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;____ __________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Doctor, before you performed the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Did you check for breathing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: So, then it is possible that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;patient was alive when you began the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;autopsy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Because his brain was sitting on my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;desk in a jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: But could the patient have still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been alive, nevertheless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Yes, it is possible that he could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have been alive and practicing law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7903569318501547292?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7903569318501547292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7903569318501547292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7903569318501547292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7903569318501547292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/interestinginteresting.html' title='Hahaha!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7122964856640271202</id><published>2007-06-07T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:19:46.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Boredom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5 things found in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-   Purse&lt;br /&gt;-   Tissue&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-   Lipstick brush&lt;br /&gt;-   Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;-   Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things found in your purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-    IC&lt;br /&gt;-    FGA library card&lt;br /&gt;-    Money&lt;br /&gt;-    ATM card&lt;br /&gt;- Driving license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 favourite things in your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-    Bed&lt;br /&gt;-    Mirror&lt;br /&gt;-    MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;-    Bible&lt;br /&gt;-    Hair dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things you're currently into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Reading "Apollyon"&lt;br /&gt;-    Driving&lt;br /&gt;-    Blogging&lt;br /&gt;-    Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;-    Worrying about my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people you will tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-   Christle&lt;br /&gt;-   Belle&lt;br /&gt;-    Sen Ming&lt;br /&gt;-    Hwei-Ming&lt;br /&gt;-    Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7122964856640271202?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7122964856640271202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7122964856640271202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7122964856640271202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7122964856640271202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out of Boredom...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-1205936045872623429</id><published>2007-06-06T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:21:08.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.            It won't make a difference if I change what I do, where I am if I don't change what I am&lt;br /&gt;   and how I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.            Thrust yourself today but trust God all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.            Your attitude determines your altitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.            Before you serve your own vision, serve another man's vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.            It is far better to forgive and forget than to resent and remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.            You don't have to "suck ass" in order to obtain success (this is a lame one :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.            Wisdom is not what I know but what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.            Seven days without a Sabbath makes a weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.            Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.       Without a cause men hated Christ, without a cause He loves them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.       The most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight but has no vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.       The question is not, 'Where is God?' but 'Where isn't God?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.       If there were no hell, no one would worry about heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   Give Satan an inch and he'll be a ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.       Give God what's right; not what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.       Man's way leads to a hopeless end but God's way leads to an endless hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.       God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.       No one is so good that he can save himself and no one is so bad that God cannot       &lt;br /&gt;     save him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.       You were born an original. Don't die a copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.       A lot of kneeling keeps us in good standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-1205936045872623429?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/1205936045872623429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=1205936045872623429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1205936045872623429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/1205936045872623429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/quotable-quotes_4541.html' title='Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3811813627058917968</id><published>2007-06-04T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:46:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Access denied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since it was already the beginning of June and my dad has been pressuring me everyday about the result of my application NUS, I went to their website, entered my information and here's what it read on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Application denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't say that I'm sad or disappointed cos I kinda expected it. I've heard many people telling me that it's not easy to get in and I myself know that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know the result only came out on that day and it's their fault for making me wait so long, not forgetting all the questions I get from people around me like, "What are you doing now? or Where are you studying now?" I had to answer questions like that dozens of times and to make matters worst, some of the same people had to ask me the same question every other time I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's their fault but I find it really tiring to answer the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now with this post, I hope I don't have to repeat myself to you, yes YOU, the one reading my blog, about my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll be wondering "So, what's your plan next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thinking of applying in HELP for Law, July intake. Anything any of you would like to advise me on my decision to study in HELP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3811813627058917968?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3811813627058917968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3811813627058917968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3811813627058917968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3811813627058917968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/06/access-denied.html' title='Access denied'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5438603685506540105</id><published>2007-05-26T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:36:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh no! Tomorrow! The Tans are leaving! It suddenly struck me that I'm gonna miss them. Though I know them only for about a year plus but it seems like a long time.  :) Here are my personal messages to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christle Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare, I'm definitely gonna miss your company in cg. So far, you've been my cg pal week after week, even in bible class. Appreciate that. Will be missing your high-pitched laughter too :) Not many ppl can do that you know. It's a talent, keep it and use it well. :) And the way you say "HEY Stacey", hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm gonna miss your presence in cg/church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belle&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Belle, Belle, you're definitely one-of-a-kind type of person, random at times haha.  A good-natured person and has a bubbly character. Gonna miss you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A person who has a face of an angel, like Gabriel (I'm serious) hehe. Talented in dancing and has a friendly personality. Gonna miss you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your face so cute la! You have that "younger brother" kind of face. An enjoyable person to be with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've got Joooy! :) Gonna miss your lame jokes missy. Such an obedient and good girl too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to wrap it up, I'm gonna miss all of you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5438603685506540105?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5438603685506540105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5438603685506540105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5438603685506540105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5438603685506540105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-tomorrow.html' title='It&apos;s tomorrow!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2454044027659659141</id><published>2007-05-24T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:01:08.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just read a devotional passage from this book called "Beauty is Soul Deep" and I felt that this passage is very relevant to every christian girl. Here's what it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 31:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Constantly I hear about another girl at my school or church who is struggling with an eating disorder. Even if she hasn't taken it to an extreme level, it's still a major concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all desire to have confidence in ourselves. But many girls believe they can only have confidence in themselves with a thin physique, which is how an eating disorder can start. &lt;/span&gt;(I definitely don't have that problem as you can see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish girls would understand how God views them and would place their confidence in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then girls might not struggle with eating disorders and so many other heartbreaking things. I'm convinced that the best cure would be placing all of our happiness and joy in Christ instead of in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verse that I came across recently was Proverbs 31:30 &lt;/span&gt;(as shown above). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God continues to teach me that fearing Him is essential. It's the key to true beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the right attitude of reverent fear toward God is the only way I'l receive His best for me in life. He is most glorified when I'm most satisfied in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though I may not be the person she'd mentioned on having eating disorders, I have to admit that sometimes I do put physical beauty of more importance than inner beauty.  Thus, after reading this passage, I'm convinced to enhance and prioritize my inner beauty instead of physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you girls out there can grasp this understanding with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil' quote which may be familiar to some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Beauty ain't in the eyes of the beholder, but in the eyes of the Creator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2454044027659659141?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2454044027659659141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2454044027659659141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2454044027659659141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2454044027659659141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-to-ponder-on.html' title='Something to ponder on'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3276125047956939115</id><published>2007-05-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:48:45.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such randomness</title><content type='html'>I've got a sudden feeling that my blog's boring. Is it true? Are my posts getting boring-er each time? I think my blog's losing readership already. Not much of activity in my blog, rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I sound like I"m talking to myself. Am I ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I stay at home too much and find myself bored, so I use my blog as a second person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I delete this post? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, there's no interesting movies this month huh besides Pirates. I still have 2 free passes but I just can't find a suitable movie to watch. Anybody has any movie to recommend?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I change the topic all of a sudden? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was random...didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3276125047956939115?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3276125047956939115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3276125047956939115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3276125047956939115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3276125047956939115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/such-randomness.html' title='Such randomness'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7336527010070318885</id><published>2007-05-16T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:22:56.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QXVlK5vADY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QXVlK5vADY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help posting this video again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7336527010070318885?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7336527010070318885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7336527010070318885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7336527010070318885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7336527010070318885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/watch-it-again.html' title='Watch it again'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-9207934734137885735</id><published>2007-05-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:14:34.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of work (Woohoo...or Boohoo..?)</title><content type='html'>Such an emo day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would felt this way when I leave the company. Part of me wants to stay and the other part of me wants to leave...and I chose the latter. Well, goodbye is always the hardest thing to say, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues, though I do not know them very well, treated me with Japanese food during lunch today. Took tonnes of pictures (mostly random) and took a video which lasted for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Had no last words for them, couldn't think of any either. Went one round in the office and shook everybody's hand except for the first person (I only realised that after I got into the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RkmxHlqJIbI/AAAAAAAAABE/h6AkBWR7FAg/s1600-h/Farewell+photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RkmxHlqJIbI/AAAAAAAAABE/h6AkBWR7FAg/s320/Farewell+photo+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064773999880905138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My colleagues. From L-R: Me, Peggy, Yee Wei, Neo and Chok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow I'm back to holidays! Now that's WOOHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-9207934734137885735?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/9207934734137885735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=9207934734137885735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/9207934734137885735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/9207934734137885735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-of-work-woohooor-boohoo.html' title='Last day of work (Woohoo...or Boohoo..?)'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RkmxHlqJIbI/AAAAAAAAABE/h6AkBWR7FAg/s72-c/Farewell+photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4907674132889248939</id><published>2007-05-14T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:31:20.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/Rkg4plqJIaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_i6lGe7Idw/s1600-h/poster05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/Rkg4plqJIaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_i6lGe7Idw/s320/poster05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064360068112785826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys have to watch this movie man! It's super cool and funny! That's if you understand both Mandarin and Hokkien haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://laozhabor.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady is one of the actresses in the movie and she speaks Hokkien most of the time. She's so cool!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those Hokkien ppl out there, don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, lao zha bor means old lady.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4907674132889248939?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4907674132889248939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4907674132889248939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4907674132889248939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4907674132889248939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/watch-this.html' title='Watch this!!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/Rkg4plqJIaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_i6lGe7Idw/s72-c/poster05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-2911125269592117846</id><published>2007-05-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:53:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than I could say...</title><content type='html'>Sigh..so lazy to blog these days...nothing really interesting happened until...today...(read on)&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, the first post is R-rated, so please by all means make sure you're 18 and above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                -----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During lunch, 3 staffs from GSC (Golden Screen Cinemas) sat around in a table at Kopi Time Cafe in Atria shopping mall. This was one of their conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                   Staff 1&amp;2 : Bla bla bla bla..(speaking in Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;                    Stacey : Actually, I'm learning Mandarin now (out of the blue)&lt;br /&gt;                    Staff 1 : Oh, you're learning Mandarin now?&lt;br /&gt;                    Stacey : Yea...&lt;br /&gt;                    Staff 1 : So you know how to speak mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;                    Stacey : I know a bit la... Before learning, I knew how to listen already. Just that my    &lt;br /&gt;                               speaking is not so good.&lt;br /&gt;                    Staff 2 : So you know what we're talking about la?&lt;br /&gt;                    Stacey : Err..a bit la.&lt;br /&gt;                    Staff 2 : You know what is "ML"?&lt;br /&gt;                   Stacey : Huh? *puts on a blur look*&lt;br /&gt;                   Staff 2 : You donno ar?&lt;br /&gt;                   Stacey : *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;                    Staff 2 : Man Love&lt;br /&gt;                    Stacey : *puts on a blurrer look*&lt;br /&gt;                                          What's in mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;                    Staff 2 : Chuo ai&lt;br /&gt;                   Stacey : *lol* Ohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been thinking during lunch today of when to leave something meaningful for my colleagues before I leave the company. Just then, the opportunity came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Due to an excess of time after lunch, they'd decided to do some "window shopping". Just as we were walking,  we passed by Glad Sounds' stall at the ground floor. I then decided to walk towards it and check some of their stuff with an intention to know my colleagues' reaction seeing me standing at the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they're about to walk away,  they noticed me walking out from Glad Sounds and my colleague started asking if I'm a Christian. I said yes and little did I knew that my other colleague is also Christian who hasn't been going to church for quite sometime. So, the conversation prolonged until we arrived at our office. We talked about Christianity along the way as we walked. I have to admit I must've said more than a thousand words today... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help smiling to myself as we talked and walked. Finally, I thought to myself, I did and started something, something really purposeful before I leave this company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy that a seed has been planted in my office. Not only that, I'm even happier to know that my other colleague who is a very good friend of hers is a Christian and definitely hope she'll continue the work which has been started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You just made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise The Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-2911125269592117846?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/2911125269592117846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=2911125269592117846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2911125269592117846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/2911125269592117846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-than-i-could-say.html' title='More than I could say...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-5084279317415332307</id><published>2007-04-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:38:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clare asks me to update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DEAR ALL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't miss, pls order/buy NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NOKIA CELEBRATES ITS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12TH &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SUCCESIVE YEAR, don't miss this opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Launching of new limited edition - NOKIA 8880 3G MOBILE PHONE with Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ONLY FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM 199/- (normal price &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;RM 1,700/-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Available in all dealers...&lt;br /&gt;Please inform if any of your friends want it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;See model below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/Ri4H4uU2P-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EP9ECc0Xddc/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/Ri4H4uU2P-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EP9ECc0Xddc/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056988102673186786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! I just had to la... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-5084279317415332307?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/5084279317415332307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=5084279317415332307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5084279317415332307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/5084279317415332307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/04/clare-asks-me-to-update.html' title='Clare asks me to update...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/Ri4H4uU2P-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EP9ECc0Xddc/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-6369862741776239908</id><published>2007-04-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:49:38.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I have the time...</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Stace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sarsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THIGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My face (I'm quite a perasan person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My hair..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Erm...I choose not to answer this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What kind of question is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyway, I'm a Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't stand people telling me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't stand people smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't stand myself sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Animals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Horror movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Practical exams (freaks me out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SHOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hmm...She's the Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mission Impossible I,II,III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3 only ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE JAPANESE ANIMES/CARTOONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Not my type..sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE NON-ENGLISH SHOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Er..none?  Where got time for non-english shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVOURITE SONGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Saviour King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(All from Hillsong United's All of the Above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Honestly, I don't really enjoy watching  any movies over and over but I've watched She's the Man and The Devil Wears Prada 3 times incidentally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Clothes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Like duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pajamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Spectacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Responsiblity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEALS TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BAD HABITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Told you already what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANNA DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My work right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Building friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Choose the RIGHT career path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Psychology...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;South Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Stacey (haha, I like my name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Your name also can)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Married and have children (don't everybody?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bring a soul to Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Doing God's will or my live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT YOU'RE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I like guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have IT every once a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTIALS OF THREE CRUSHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And why should I tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THIS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Christle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Christobelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-6369862741776239908?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/6369862741776239908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=6369862741776239908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6369862741776239908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/6369862741776239908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/04/since-i-have-time.html' title='Since I have the time...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-4638774518651255285</id><published>2007-04-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:47:01.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sugar and spice...and everything nice...</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love surprises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one for Christle on her birthday last Saturday, a real last minute one, hehe. You must be wondering why on earth is our cg so free to have so many surprises for the members. Well, that's because we're fun-loving people and if you'd join our cg, we'd do the same for you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,basically the plan was like this.  Since it was Easter, Christle's  brother and sister were involved in the presentation and she has to be there at every performance. Thus, some of the people will stall her time and eventually bring her to Priscilla's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(Bernard, Sharon, Amanda and me) arrived at Priscilla's place around 7 pm to "decorate" the living area. Amanda had a slight idea on how we're gonna do it but we realised we didn't have enough time. Due to this, the four of us became paranoid everytime a car passes by, just in case Priscilla, Christle and the others arrived earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few minutes, we'll be going "Oh no,  got car sound!" or maybe just me haha. Then Amanda will say "Aiyo...Stacey ar..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as paranoid as we are, we managed to finish all we had to do; collect the cake and light the candles before the troupe arrives from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the outcome of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKREuPifI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LEFUVL9i2ns/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKREuPifI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LEFUVL9i2ns/s320/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051783432956250610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   Simple but nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well done...Amanda, Sharon, Bernard, and of course...me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, the minute, Priscilla and gang arrives at the front door. Those in the house started singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday to...Chris..Clar..stle.re.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded something like that. Everyone was confused whether to call her Christle or Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was that we started singing even  before she stepped into the house. The house was so dark that I could only see a glimpse of her in the dark outside the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a group picture when everyone arrived...yea..like EVERYONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKREuPigI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LEW0JlDrmFY/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKREuPigI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LEW0JlDrmFY/s320/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051783432956250626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This group picture contains people from various cgs; PJ 2,&lt;br /&gt;PJ 1, Sri Petaling, OUG, and even as far as Cheras, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After blowing the cake, we proceeded to Chilli's where it was my first time going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME...(uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKRUuPihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DW1y_7GxIGQ/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKRUuPihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DW1y_7GxIGQ/s320/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051783437251217938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME, Christle and Sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Christle's 20th birthday just made me realised that I'm 19 this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*...speechless...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-4638774518651255285?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/4638774518651255285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=4638774518651255285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4638774518651255285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/4638774518651255285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-sugar-and-spiceand-everything-nice.html' title='Of sugar and spice...and everything nice...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RhuKREuPifI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LEFUVL9i2ns/s72-c/DSC01106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-3527543255690555151</id><published>2007-03-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:29:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in the blog of their own, 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, you're all gonna know my secrets/bad habits, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    I was an avid nail biter and still am...(Help me change, pls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    I dream every single night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   I can be really talkative at one moment and otherwise at the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   I love curry chicken a lot...can even eat it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    I'm scared of dogs too, Sen Ming...(How?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Sometimes, I feel/sense a figure standing/something moving at the corner of my eye but&lt;br /&gt;      nothing's really there&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I tag the two Mings (Wen Ming and Hwei-Ming) since the other Ming tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-3527543255690555151?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/3527543255690555151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=3527543255690555151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3527543255690555151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/3527543255690555151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-8172481983149788181</id><published>2007-03-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:46:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Today was probably the most "havoc" day in the history of my working life which is like not even two weeks. We celebrated 2 of our colleagues birthdays; one from our department and another from another department. So, we had 2 types of cakes; one for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my superior if they do celebrate every year, she said they celebrate every staff's birthday. She asked me when's mine and I replied that I most probably won't be around at that time. Sigh...no cakes for me then :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during lunch, we went to 1 Utama (wanted to visit you, Clare but don't know where your shop is) and ate at Jack's Place (near Nando's). It's newly open I  think, haven't been there till today.  Most of us ate the Wednesday set lunch in which the main course is chicken and there were soup, coffee and even ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that! That set costs RM 13.80 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really full, like to the brim. My superior joked that I'd better not key in the wrong figures into the cmputer later after lunch. I was smiling and laughing to myself the whole time by just listening to them. Where our lunch break was supposed to be from 1-2 pm, we went back to the office nearly close to 3. Some of my colleagues even thought of shopping for shoes before we left 1U, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my superior showed me her family photo from her computer and I saw her daughter. "Don't look like me also," I thought. "Don't really look like you hor?" she said as if reading my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think I had a pretty good time today. I guess my working condition isn't as boring as yours huh, Clare :) Come, join me, work in GSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make it a better place for you and for me and the entire human race. There are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better stop here before I get killed, tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-8172481983149788181?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/8172481983149788181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=8172481983149788181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8172481983149788181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/8172481983149788181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37743362.post-7453791734195537318</id><published>2007-03-12T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:21:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love...</title><content type='html'>Hah, the title must have attracted your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I'm in love with this song called "Way back into love" taken from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RfVPIou-G3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bQOv1W2rwf4/s1600-h/musicanylyrics_l200612201227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RfVPIou-G3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bQOv1W2rwf4/s320/musicanylyrics_l200612201227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041022367703112562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so nice that I'm hearing it over and over again. I haven't watched the movie yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a friend of mine who actually introduced me to this song. (Finally, you and I have the same taste.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37743362-7453791734195537318?l=staceytang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/feeds/7453791734195537318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37743362&amp;postID=7453791734195537318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7453791734195537318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37743362/posts/default/7453791734195537318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceytang.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14012521637434101227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/SQxTQMNkhtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Aoxtt_-Vyc/S220/DSC02008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNzAAX4579M/RfVPIou-G3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bQOv1W2rwf4/s72-c/musicanylyrics_l200612201227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
