<?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-2132623010882014246</id><updated>2011-10-29T21:10:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>龟至尊的宝地</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7710658813049632071</id><published>2010-09-01T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:50:10.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>只是第一天在KL，电话就被偷了。电话事小。可是孤独的自己，真的觉得很无助。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉自己又会变成以前的自己。冷静、安静、装成熟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;需要和KML的自己说再见了。而你的事情，我已经懒得管了。不想去在乎了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉自己在一天之内，老了几十岁。嗨...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许自己是害怕吧，一直在干吐。很辛苦啊。上帝啊，你给我的考验，越来越大了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望我承受得了吧。也不敢奢望什么了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7710658813049632071?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7710658813049632071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7710658813049632071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7710658813049632071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7710658813049632071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2010/09/kl-kml.html' title=''/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8206592839735188183</id><published>2010-07-27T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:03:20.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>Before I get into the new path of my life, the place I might started forget what I really appreciate now, you know, brain tends to forget things, I should write a passage dedicating to memories and people I really love and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first at KML, I thought it is just a station of my life. Not significant, not important. It'll be just a small or even tiny or micro dust in my life. Who know, it came out huge. I learnt a lot there. It simply changed me into a better person. Which I wish I had. There was a lot of experience I had there. Started to put myself at a different perspective, viewing the world of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, I put this people's name at the last of my appreciative list or didnt even mention bout it. I know this has been unfair to her. But now, I'll put her at the first as she is really very important. Emily Chiong Siew Chin. A person that hates people mentioning her chinese name. I found it's nice but she just simply doesnt like bout it. None of my business though. Haha. Everything that she has done, I couldn't simply write them all out in a passage. Because it is too much! But I would like to thanks her for tolerating me for asking all sort of question. I know myself is a ridiculously questionful person which I couldn't change or I just simply let it be cause I love myself to be like that. But Emily hates people asking why. Yet, she still answers my stupid question everytime even though sometimes the answer is accompanied by impatience. I appreciate them a lot. :) Cause I know how tough will them be to her. Thanks for taking care of me too. I know myself has been a little kid in KML. Always do idiotic things. I'm sorry. I know I'm childish yet I'll continue. Wahaha.. And lastly, thanks for seeing I'm an important friend to you. I myself know how miracle that could be. I know simply a thank you wouldn't enough. I had put all those inside my heart, I swear. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second person, it would be Wong Ing Poh. Wow.. This girl, slightly younger than me. 1 day only. Haha. Yet her mature thought has influenced me a lot. She is such a optimist. Everything for her is just hopeful. She able to sees everything in a bright way. This makes me to think deep bout my own mind. Am I being wrong in this kind of thought? I'm learning from her. Everything has its own good. Hehe. I want to thanks her for fooling around with me or fooling me around. Actually she is very naughty too. Nobody know or even believe in it! Hai.. Only Emily and I know. Thanks her for being my roommate too. Taking care of me. Reminding me bout everything. Always give some advice to me. Tolerate with me. I think her toleration is damn high. Seems like nothing can piss her off even though I tended to disturb her all the time. You know, a bit bored of life there then did a lot of stupid things. Haha. She is the nicest person I've ever met. I swear. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita Bong, from Sibu too. Really think that my life started to get flooded by Sibu since I went KML. She is a very nice person too. Always asks me "Are you ok?" even I'm having a definitely-okay look on my face. She always think that I'm hiding my emotion, so she thinks that I'll be burst one day due to hiding. Thanks for the caring messages all the time. I really appreciate them. Although Anita tends to brag bout herself. Hai.. Always think that I miss her. Lol. But self-esteem is good. Make us having more confidence. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I've join cell group leaded by Mr Ding. Everyone in there is nice. The very first time, I'm having such a thought that actually everyone can be very friendly. Everyone's attitude made some changes in my life. I love everyone in it very much. Being there is like the best thing ever in my life. Ya.. I'm serious. They are great. Blessings from God must have been made them great. Ya.. I should thanks God too for leading me there. For bringing me such a nice place, a place that I've learnt bout God's words once again yet deeper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, bless everyone, lead them into the path they should be in, let them stay close with You, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8206592839735188183?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8206592839735188183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8206592839735188183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8206592839735188183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8206592839735188183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2010/07/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8656165529965417667</id><published>2010-05-31T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:06:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In this holiday, seems like I didnt really get a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the graduation, I've to deal with the problem unsettle when I was at KML. I took half a month to totally heal myself. After it, I've to face the interview for education course. Finally it has ended. Then the intake of USM is announced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, I dont have to make the decision of going to USM or UPU. I think lat has killed a lot of brain cells to make a such a decision.. But what is in my mind is.. From so many people I've known at SMSS, 5 of them went KML with me.. Now only left 2 got the possibility to go UM with me. The cross roads in our life diverged all of us. C'est La Vie? Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I'm expecting the trip of going to Sibu to be enjoyable. I heard that UPU is going to be announced when I'm at Sibu. What a coincident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it goes this way, then Sibu trip makes a bigger meaning to me. At least I'll know whether it is the last time I meet with them or not. Can I cry? Not really feel sad. Just feel like wanna try crying for separating.. Feel excited of doing it.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the waiting of UPU.. At least lat now already know what will he do at university although it is lousy. Haha. But I'm still in the midst. I can predict nothing.. =.= Now my feeling is like when I was deciding to go for matriculation or not. That time, I gave up what I was pursuing. I didnt even take my pursue as a consideration. Will this time be like that? Gave up what have been guiding me this whole year? Hope not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to go. There is a definite that I'm going to say bye to Xj. Lat? Maybe we will saying hi to each other across a sea.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM or USM? I know God will decide for me.. Lead the way, God..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8656165529965417667?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8656165529965417667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8656165529965417667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8656165529965417667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8656165529965417667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-holiday-seems-like-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6434310358265510827</id><published>2010-04-17T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:39:44.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>回来了...曾经那么习惯做的事情，变得好不习惯。&lt;br /&gt;曾经习惯泡在网上，现在看到电脑就好腻...&lt;br /&gt;曾经习惯写部落格，现在脑袋满满的文字，却好懒惰...&lt;br /&gt;曾经习惯家里的一切，现在...即使熟悉，却不再习惯...&lt;br /&gt;短短的十一个月，却可以改变一个人这么多。&lt;br /&gt;这十一个月，我经历了很多很多。&lt;br /&gt;我赫然发现，在中学混了六年，发生的，竟然比不上这短短的十一个月。&lt;br /&gt;以前根本不会做的事情，现在竟然做得那么理所当然。&lt;br /&gt;以前不爱说中文，现在竟然朗朗上口。广东话里，还会夹杂着中文。&lt;br /&gt;性格，也改变了很多很多，甭论想法了。&lt;br /&gt;真的觉得在太高科技的时代里活着，人生会无趣很多。&lt;br /&gt;在宿舍里，即使不能上网，也没有什么游戏玩，可是和朋友打打闹闹，即使白痴，却很好玩。&lt;br /&gt;如果无聊，还可以串串门子。&lt;br /&gt;没有想过，KML这个地方，会留下那么多东西给我。&lt;br /&gt;更没想过的是，它最后留给我的，竟然是无边界的痛。&lt;br /&gt;这一种痛，真的真的真的好遥远哦。好陌生，却很深刻。&lt;br /&gt;我多么想...把这一开始或许就不该开始的棋局，好好地划下一个句号。&lt;br /&gt;即使是那么地细心，那么地瞻前顾后，我还是决定错了。&lt;br /&gt;结果，我就带了那么多遗憾回来。&lt;br /&gt;可是这一切，似乎是命中注定的。因为即使重来，我还是会这样做。&lt;br /&gt;未来，曾经真的那么坚定。可是旧景不再。&lt;br /&gt;我又再一次...不懂该怎么办了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6434310358265510827?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6434310358265510827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6434310358265510827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6434310358265510827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6434310358265510827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5254948063651424594</id><published>2010-01-23T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:30:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-months-life</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. Leaving soon. Now then pick up the mood to write my blog. However, this blog is not going to seems alike with those previous. Less detail. Cause I'm lazy to find those photo and arrange nicely. Hehe. Here goes my two-months-life in KML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've forgotten bout the date of the event. Precisely, I've totally forgotten bout it before I saw the photo that Ah Bao snap. It's the brochure. Hmmm.. The name of the event is "Healing Service".  There is a pastor from foreign country, I suppose is Australia. But his origin is Vietnam.  Er.. I think I'm too newbie to explain bout what he did. If you are interested, you can ask for the further info from CKK. That night is a.... half-disaster to me. After the event, we slept at church. O gosh.. You really couldn't have imagine how's that like. We can only sleep on the chairs and no pillow. =.= But church members treated us very well, there were few pillows pops out. I wonder where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;Guys sleep at 1 side, girls sleep at another side. Of course, with doors. While Ah Bao, Emily and I conquer downstairs. However conquering the downstairs isn't as nice as you thought. Because they found cockcroach. =.= Gosh. However, it's not the main point. I cant even sleep you know? It's so damn cold.. And I keep shivering. =.= I swear... NEXT TIME IS A NO. =.= The next day, we had our sunday service at the church knows as Calvary Charismatic Centre (CCC). Due to the sleep-deprived, I was having severe headache. Damn it. The time i back hostel, I just took a long sleep. For how many hours? I've forgotten. Until evening I suppose. Gosh~ Torturing. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second event, would be the result-releasing day. At first, I went to class with a relaxing mood. My maths tutor said she's going to wandering around in the hall so that she able to know our result. Chi~ Liar. Haha.  Finally the time is arrive.. I went to the hall with my classmates. On the way, I met Ah Bao, Leong, Melody and CKK. Have been waited for so so so so so long time to get the result. =.= When I took my result, I really felt that whole thing is hilarious. With the respond of my classmate. Afterall, I left the hall with Emily. I didnt even know that Lat, Leong and Melody were looking at me from a far place before they told me so. =.= Pervert.. Lol. You know what I did after I took my result? I escaped to CKK's lecture and the class is cancelled. But that's not the main point, Ah Bao phoned Emily that water supply of hostel is back. So I rushed back to hostel and washed my clothes. Nah.. Funny right? What a day. Cant even celebrate for it. Luckily the next day is holiday.. But.. Dont you think celebrate on the next day is kind of lame? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. Here comes 1 of the most important event in my life.. Celebration for the christmas! It fell on 12 Dec. It is a celebration organise by our cg group. Er.. We've been working on inviting people to our celebration. Thanks to those from Sung Siew being so "give face" to us and joined it. Hope that you guys enjoyed it. For me, it's a great show. Praising &amp;amp; worship, dancing, sharing and dinner. It's fun being so closed with friends. It's just a good opportunity. Thanks God for blessing us. It's very successful although we did face many problems. Thanks for everyone that involved for making it so perfect. I couldn't forget any moment of it. Practise, rehearsal, final come. All are in my memory now.. I appreciate them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ah Bao, Emily and I went to Grand Dorsett for lunch. We did enjoy. As usual, we have our own fun. Haha. Hey guys.. Those in Labuan, you should take a try of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The college has organise a dinner, specially for those who get 4 flat in PSPM on 14/12. It's ridiculous. It's organise every year or just our year? For achieving an outstanding result in Malaysia? But for me, it seems like torture than celebrate for me. The dinner started at 9pm. What the hell. Luckily I grabbed few biscuit before I went for it. The dishes isn't enough for us somemore. Not even enough as an&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entrée. There are some souvenir for us too. A small box chocolate that end up in rubbish bin, a towel that sew "Kolej Matrikulasi Labuan" and a pen that written some hilarious word. The pen is totally... =.= Any will use it? I doubt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.. Here comes the "Dong Zhi". Of course we are having class at that day. However, we were having gathering at Mr Ding, our lecturer's house. Too bad that Ah Bao's leaving the next day, so she didnt join us. We make our own meal there and play some game, praise &amp;amp; worship as usual. Haha. It's fun yet enjoyable. Until that day, I finally know "tang yuan" at Sibu is not in soup 1 but powdered peanut.  Cool right? Although that night is a little exhausting, it is still one of the good memory of mine being together with cg group. Of course, I do have gathered with Sung Siew fellow. Still that, we used to gossip. Our style right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Dull christmas without Ah Bao. We went outing and had our christmas lunch at Snow House. Hmmm... Not bad. I finally tried the meal that Leong always order. Haha. Although my first celebrated christmas ended with regretness, it is still memorable. First right? Haha. But I do like christmas holiday. Cause our hostel is quiet.. I can even heard the sound of mosquito flapping their tiny wings. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally event.. NEW YEAR!!!!!! Er.. New year is boring. I kept hoping for something to do. =.= But it's still dull. Until I heard people running outside of the room. Due to my curiosty, I walked out and took a look. Wa~! They were all standing outside the room and keep shouting to their friends opposite or whatever. I tried to talk with Ah Bao and yet I need to shout too. =.= She's just beside me. O Gosh.. Finally had some fun. Haha. I shouted happy new year to my classmate and my friend. Cool man.. I heard fireworks too. However I failed to watch it. Just heard "bong bong bong". Haha. Afterall, Anita and I watched a lame horror movie. =.= Really lame.. Cant be a little more exciting? =.= I kept chatting instead of watching that lame movie. The next day, Emily kept blaming me for making her missed the nice new-year-shouting. Haha. Actually it's nothing big deal. But it's enough for me to brag bout it. Cause she felt asleep. Haha. I wonder Ah Bao slept first or I did that night. But I think is Ah Bao.. I'm always the last one. Like to switch off the lights too much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. There goes our UPS. It's the second UPS of us. Hai.. Not as nervous as first time. I didn't even study much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final talk. I know myself have been off the Sung Siew gang for such a long time. Dont blame me for choosing out at Sunday but not Saturday k? I just wish to know more bout God. I've been missed God's words for many years. Here is my chance k? I'm a lazy person. I wont read bible by my own. Because I prefer people tell me bout it. Seems more interesting by that way. By the way, I dont think you guys will mind bout it. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5254948063651424594?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5254948063651424594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5254948063651424594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5254948063651424594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5254948063651424594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-months-life.html' title='2-months-life'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6643308939214269512</id><published>2009-11-06T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:23:35.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post</title><content type='html'>Time to back to Labuan again. Everytime until this moment, I'll feel annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Not like I hate KML. Not that there is sucks. Just that I don't like changes. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially there is really sucks enough. I need to take some time to cope with the surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be in bad temper the first day I wake up from bed of KML. There is always hot and water shortage. Believe me... The time I arrive KML, for sure have no water for my hostel. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I will not bring my laptop over. Because... It is too bulky. =.= Hai.. New changes again. I wonder how am I going to live. Without drama, actually I'm okay with it. But no music? Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm still going to live well in KML. Just that I hope there will be not much harassment in my life. I wish that I enjoy life in it. Hmmm.. Hostel life leave half more year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pals... Good luck and take care ya. I think this is the last post of mine in year 2009. The next time we meet, I'll be 20. OMG!! 20?! The number was so far from me. But now? Hai... Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6643308939214269512?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6643308939214269512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6643308939214269512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6643308939214269512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6643308939214269512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-post.html' title='Last post'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4515620351310710156</id><published>2009-11-01T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:02:40.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to explode if I dont express it somewhere... AH!!!!!!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole morning I'm trying to control my emotion but God knows that I'm so so so so so so much want to shout as loud as I could. This puts me into agony. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!!! Damn!!!! Damn!!!! Damn!!!! Damn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the stories go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I wake up, I was just going to clear my bag so that I can take it to wash. But then my mom ask me that "your mp3 or mp4...". When I heard mp this word, I was actually know what happened to my dear iPod. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is so kind and considering, so she helped me to wash my bag. T.T However, she dont know that actually there is a small pocket that I usually put my key. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod was inside it.. =.= So I immediately take my iPod to my laptop and charge it.. Hmm... Seems okay. But.. The unlucky one, is my earphone. =.= OMG!! That isn't an usual earphone. That earphone is designed for iPod shuffle because there is a control on it. =.= I dont know whether the control is for sale or not. Or I need to order 1. =.= Damn. My iPod had became a handicap. God knows that I'm a damn perfectionist. But I have no idea what to do now.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peace myself by watching drama. After that, I walked to downstairs like nothing happened but actually my heart is dripping blood.. I cant express my anger to my mom. Because that isn't her fault. And she is my mom. I'm no more a kid. I have to be mature. =.= My heart is pain.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Now then I realise controling anger isn't an easy work. I keep controling it by inhaling back them into my lungs. Yeah.. Inhaling.. The deep breath I took is uncountable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I know the whole story, I feel like wanna fainted again. My mom told me that she put my bag into the washing machine. Omg. With my shoes. OMG. And the iPod drop off from my zipped pocket. OMG! And she continue saying that.. That is actually a correct move. So that I will stop wearing those earphone to spoil my ear. OMG!!! Do you need to warn me like this?! My money le...!!! Hoh..... Peace peace peace peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh.. Now my heart isn't only dripping but spewing blood. Omg~~ My music player.. iPod le.. Money le.. Although it's only iPod shuffle, need not to screw me like that k? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see my earphone, I feel like wanna cry. But the only comment I wanna give is.. iPod is a good product. With the mashing machine, it get nothing even a scratch also cant found on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T My money.. Allowance le.. Not my parents' money.. Hoh... Heart is spewing blood.. AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4515620351310710156?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4515620351310710156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4515620351310710156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4515620351310710156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4515620351310710156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ipod.html' title='ipod'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2931960682051282851</id><published>2009-10-31T20:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:12:40.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More random</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. After I saw the folder of mine putting KML photo, I found some photo that I missed. How dare I.. So this post is more random.. Er.. Again, let the photos tell us the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suwsk747qNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q3hVy5TD8sI/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suwsk747qNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q3hVy5TD8sI/s200/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398739066373777618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwsdoOhGUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ptv1IudlE4I/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwsdoOhGUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ptv1IudlE4I/s200/DSC00439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738940836518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakaka.. This 2 photo I stole them from Ah Bao's pendrive. Hmm.. I think this is the first time they back from Labuan to Sibu around July. Er.. I think is KK to Sibu. Airasia airport.. Dont know la. Just wild guess. Haha. Never see them wear mask before.. Ah Bao look different without her spec.. Really. You will definitely think that she's a new friend to you. Haha. Emily's old hair style. I wonder when her hair will back to normal.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwuMzaebAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CHIhMnLPb-I/s1600-h/26012009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwuMzaebAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CHIhMnLPb-I/s200/26012009094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398740850804943874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiang jiang!! This is another Sibu friend I got to know. Of course.. This photo I stole from Ah Bao's pendrive also. Haha. Er.. Her name is Sharon. Emily's best friend. Of course now she went to maktab at Tuaran. I miss her so so so much le. She is one of the girl that taller than me.. But she is way thinner. I remember that I hugged her at gathering the day she leave. WOW! The first person that I need not to bend over my body when I hug with. See.. I like tall. Haha. Hope she got a enjoyable life at Tuaran although there is always blackout. Gambateh le~! I wish that I'll meet her for at least one more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suwv5rv5LEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LfPRvDQfWA8/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suwv5rv5LEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LfPRvDQfWA8/s200/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398742721353034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! This is Ah Bao's table. It look messy .. because that time was PSPM. We was too lazy to tidy them up since that we've to dig them out to study. So.. we just save the trouble. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwwXQZXfEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1uk66A3jXew/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwwXQZXfEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1uk66A3jXew/s200/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743229406870594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearer one is Emily's table and the further one is mine. I remember that Emily said if there are no separation between the tables, our things will go more messy. Er.. I can agree no more. I think, I'll busy throwing Emily's things back to her table but mine will stay at Emily's table. Haha. I wonder why my friend also got this kind of habit. They usually take long time to identify their thing but I only need 1 glance because usually I wont let my thing go too far away from my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwzFjCfRrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M8xB5mWePQ0/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwzFjCfRrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M8xB5mWePQ0/s200/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398746223708423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look to my table. Er.. Matric card that need to be brought during PSPM. Actually many things not belong to me and my table look different after PSPM because Ah Bao tidy them up. Thanks Ah Bao. Haha. I'm a freak. Usually people tidy their table after exam but I tidy my table during exam. What a freak am I. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suw0Y3bD-PI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7EN0-lbqAwU/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suw0Y3bD-PI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7EN0-lbqAwU/s200/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398747655109343474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Emily's table. Hai.. What a hypocrite. She purposely tidy them up before I took this photo so that she can keep her image. =.= But her efficiency is good. She took few second to clear a hole in front of the table. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwyMEIXNoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XC4YvnxZuT4/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuwyMEIXNoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XC4YvnxZuT4/s200/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398745236159018626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. This is my leg. Er.. One accident had occured to me at KML. The cause of this bruise on my leg only knew by Ah Bao and me. Hehe. What a secret. Maybe the lousy camera of mine unable to capture the seriousness of my bruise. But I can say that this is the worst bruise I ever had. Usually I have cuts than bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suw1CR7NgBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/u8Fs_RLRS8M/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suw1CR7NgBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/u8Fs_RLRS8M/s200/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398748366598144018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think this photo is taken the day we moved the bed. After the renovate, we took our books from the table to the bed. I think we were studying Chemistry. I was actually pretending to be hardworking when I saw Ah Bao was holding my phone to capture picture. However Emily was jealous and used her leg to block me. =.= Damn. I was actually seldom be so hardworking k? Although it was my acting only.. Cant just let me have a photo showing that I'm hardworking? Lol. Hai.. I really like the bed. Double single beds is way more more more more better than single bed. You can just roll there and here. And during holiday, 3 of us watch movie on the beds. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suw3HGh5KlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zvCeNrWWm6E/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suw3HGh5KlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zvCeNrWWm6E/s200/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398750648461765202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Ah Bao with the candle we bought.. Haha. See.. She's way too pro.. While talking phone, still able to ask me to capture photo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is the last post of mine bout life in KML. Er.. I'll try to ask them to capture more photo so that I can tell more stories le. Hmm... Left 6 month in KML. I dont wish that regrets occur. Gambateh le all of us.. Include those in KL and foreign country le. Take care ya.. Love you guys so so so so so much.. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2931960682051282851?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2931960682051282851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2931960682051282851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2931960682051282851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2931960682051282851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-random.html' title='More random'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Suwsk747qNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q3hVy5TD8sI/s72-c/DSC00438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-92473035836968700</id><published>2009-10-30T21:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:27:42.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuruQwk8z9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/TgVzHW-bWQU/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuruQwk8z9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/TgVzHW-bWQU/s200/DSC01016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398389075042160594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa... Wind blows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuruCVhvOlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hVUAEKzjVEE/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuruCVhvOlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hVUAEKzjVEE/s200/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398388827262761554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.. Nice sunset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuruZYd5JbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/k7VQ4Jh6V5U/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuruZYd5JbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/k7VQ4Jh6V5U/s200/DSC01021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398389223188932018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.. Nice sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. Say so nice but actually I not so keen on those natural scene. But I like their skill le. Haha. The favourite picture of mine.. Would be this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Surw8joL0SI/AAAAAAAAAVA/vVYRopJj3UA/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Surw8joL0SI/AAAAAAAAAVA/vVYRopJj3UA/s200/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398392026503565602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bao keep saying wanna write name on the sand.. I was curious that why she chose a place that so near to the sea. Then she scolded me that she doesn't want her name to be famous. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. On 21th Oct 2009, 3pm, we took a bus from KML to bus terminal.. and took bus no. 4 to the beach. For those who wanna go, but I think most probably is Xj only and I think she might went before, it is actually the seaside near UMS. Along the road to UMS, the seaside view is actually nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I was thinking that am I mad? Why would I followed them to the seaside and that time was 3pm!! What a scorching sun. =.= But I didnt regret le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took many time in looking the way to reach the seaside. Finally.. We've arrived! Yeah.. Breeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we saw is the playground.. Then Ah Bao and I played on the see-saw. Wa.. Still small ah? Kind of le.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sur6EF3NfrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V-FNcslCizs/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sur6EF3NfrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V-FNcslCizs/s200/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398402051557129906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiang jiang! Cheerful and cute cute Ah Bao.. She was sitting opposite to me on the see-saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sur8pXiR3fI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3QD1cDbMvic/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sur8pXiR3fI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3QD1cDbMvic/s200/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398404890979589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo very much also.. Their pose.. Cool.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. After we finish playing see-saw and the swing.. Now then I know this world do exist swing-phobia.. Cool.. Haha. We saw this..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sur9wTt8fEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nu4ZyCr6Osc/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sur9wTt8fEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nu4ZyCr6Osc/s200/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398406109725490242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. At first we just wonder why there are horses at the seaside. After reading the brochure of Labuan then we know that actually the horses are for horse-riding.&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder why they are so excited.. Just a horse right? Sweat. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bao kept asking me to write name on the sand. But I refused to because my handwriting is ugly and I cant find the point of writing my name on the sand. But once again Ah Bao forced me to do so. T.T OCD!! (Obsessive compulsive disorder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SusB9O0FomI/AAAAAAAAAVg/maeo6JrrrAE/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SusB9O0FomI/AAAAAAAAAVg/maeo6JrrrAE/s200/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398410729793888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I like this very much le. I think is Emily asked me that why I wrote my name like this. A little bit slanted.. I dont know either but I answered her that.. That's my style. Haha. This picture is taken by me. But I prefer Ah Bao's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SusDLaesZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/5dzRmVuA-_A/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SusDLaesZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/5dzRmVuA-_A/s200/DSC01055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398412072955176850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. With our leg around. Nice le? Not nice also have to say nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SusDwRXLGBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6hnzD2bjnoY/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SusDwRXLGBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6hnzD2bjnoY/s200/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398412706162874386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke.. This was taken by me without their knowing when they were picking up the seashell. I saw Ah Bao brought some seashell back to college. I wonder that she bring them back to Sibu or leave them at college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. That day we enjoyed some food before we back to KML. And we bought some burger. OMG!! They are way more efficient and tastier than KML. =.= The time we back to college, it's already 7pm. Luckily the security guard just let us pass. I wonder what happened to the MIS. Didnt blacklist us? But the day after, the record did show that we came back late. Cool.. This isn't important at all. The important thing is when we back to the hostel.. We heard the sound of water flowing through the pipe. OMG!! There is actually water?! I think it have been so long time I didnt hear the sound of water flowing.. How many weeks? 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I was actually so keen to go Manjarasa ( a steambot shop ) not with my classmate but friends. Yeah.. I finally got the chance because Teck Kai was suggesting that we should have some activity after our PSPM ( Exam of Semester ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumesmE6y9I/AAAAAAAAATg/0S2uVSqxJBY/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumesmE6y9I/AAAAAAAAATg/0S2uVSqxJBY/s200/DSC00977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398020117352860626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Nah.. This is how Manjarasa look like. Hmm.. Nicer than I've expected. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumfFxUlP9I/AAAAAAAAATo/yG-atQv02aE/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumfFxUlP9I/AAAAAAAAATo/yG-atQv02aE/s200/DSC00980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398020549868077010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;This is our group that went Manjarasa together. Dont try to spot me. I wasn't there. I was standing behind the cameragirl. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumfVVjYa7I/AAAAAAAAATw/pgsLMkyUrxY/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumfVVjYa7I/AAAAAAAAATw/pgsLMkyUrxY/s200/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398020817291865010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Haha. I like this picture very much. Thanks to Ah Bao's good skill of taking picture. Look so damn... Dont know how to describe. Conclusion, nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumgYKqBd5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jFVnUYeqOlQ/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumgYKqBd5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jFVnUYeqOlQ/s200/DSC02423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398021965418166162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;This picture was taken after I spotted that their clothing like that. Black and yellow. I was so regret that I didnt wear yellow in colour. Haha. Joking. Not interested in taking pictures. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumgpehJr-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/_TqSQvT0O8Q/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumgpehJr-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/_TqSQvT0O8Q/s200/DSC00996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022262807441378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 		A:link { so-language: zxx } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Here goes our new friend that mix with us while we are in hostel, Jennifer. From Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me where is Ah Bao because she is the cameragirl.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. Now then I realise that pinky jacket. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sumifz8m_tI/AAAAAAAAAUI/2JPK5gPKoO0/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sumifz8m_tI/AAAAAAAAAUI/2JPK5gPKoO0/s200/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398024295784316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;This is the steambot that used by us. The little corn beside the pot is the last thing we cooked. Er.. By Emily. Claimed that I'm thousand gold? LOL. After that night, I think she is the one that more thousand gold.. Kept running away from the pot. How are you going to cook le Miss Emily? Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sumi9Gzz7RI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/RxD1UD9jaJQ/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sumi9Gzz7RI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/RxD1UD9jaJQ/s200/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398024799063895314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;This is the picture that we took at the second floor of Manjarasa. They played like mad. Kept pulling me from chatting with the other guys. =.= Even forced me to take pictures with them. Oh My God!! I'm wondering why I so damn worked in with them again. Am I mad?! Suppose so.. Er.. They called this as &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Unicode MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-CN"&gt;趴趴熊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder why. I thought &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Unicode MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-CN"&gt;趴趴熊 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;should be on the floor? Whatever.. I only notice that I've grown fatter. Damn it.. Time to lose weight. I hate PSPM. Made me consume a lot of glucose to keep my brain spinning. AH~~!! Fat!! I warn you!! Keep yourself away from me!! Lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;Ok la.. Those from SSSS, I know you guys will shock after you see this photo k? Hai.. Just accept that I've changed and keep the cool image of mine in memory k? I prefer my image in memory to be cool. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;Yo.. Here come the night of the day. After we went back to KML, we start to do something forbidden. Er.. What's forbidden? Let's see.. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumjrBZiWGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/joqrCgQOiS4/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumjrBZiWGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/joqrCgQOiS4/s200/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398025587885496418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;As I know.. Lighter is forbidden right? As college afraid that we'll burn the whole college down because it's too lousy. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;Er.. This is to produce romance. Lol. Ah Bao and I play very syiok. Take turn to light it up. But Emily will scold me that “not hot enough is it?” Sweat. Ok lo.. Since that Emily and I never scold Ah Bao. I forgive you. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;Next...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumkUYFGAoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4rUY4jO6zfU/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumkUYFGAoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4rUY4jO6zfU/s200/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398026298348405378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Aha! We drank the vodka. Both are green colour. Good.. I love green. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The vodka at the left hand side is 40%. The bottle is still at KML. I think Ah Bao kept it on the shelf. The vodka at the right hand side is 5%. Er.. Just taste like juice but with a little bit of alcoholic spice.&lt;br /&gt;Er.. We mix these two together because we have no chance to buy soft drink to mix with. Er.. Still taste bitter. So we just finish the big 1. Afterall, the small bottle left bout half. I dont know what happened to me. I just wanna feel the drunk. So I finished it. Damn! I only can say that.. It's not only bitter k? It's spicy. You can feel that the throat is on fire...&lt;br /&gt;After I drank the vodka, I went to have my sleep. But Ah Bao and Emily still nonstop teasing me. =.= Said that I'm drunk but actually I didn't. Said that I will do silly thing but actually I just laying on the bed. But that time I felt very very very hot. So I moved to Ah Bao's bed so that Ah Bao can sleep with Emily. Then … Ah Bao and I started a pillow fight again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bao.. Be tame next time k? Dont so stubborn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Er.. Now then I realise if I drink, I'll just like a tomato. Whole body is in red colour. But I didnt actually realise. I just feel the hotness..&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. How playful had I became. Haha. What a Tzy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumgpehJr-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/_TqSQvT0O8Q/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6068827407752511219?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6068827407752511219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6068827407752511219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6068827407752511219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6068827407752511219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/manjarasa.html' title='Manjarasa'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SumesmE6y9I/AAAAAAAAATg/0S2uVSqxJBY/s72-c/DSC00977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6410603662643445846</id><published>2009-10-29T12:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:27:02.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Can believe that singers from Hong Kong came Labuan? Haha. Do believe it. Because their concert is our fifth event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmGv56UlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_V8RLsxgEZA/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmGv56UlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_V8RLsxgEZA/s200/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397887525760684626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Er.. I saw the girl at the right hand side before on tv. Dont ask me bout their name. I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmXJmG9-I/AAAAAAAAATA/8EVS1IuRc3U/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmXJmG9-I/AAAAAAAAATA/8EVS1IuRc3U/s200/DSC00895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397887807534856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Er.. The guy &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;in the middle&lt;/span&gt; is Steven from Boyz. The only guy I knew. Haha. He is cute. But I have not much interest &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmiqRf9dI/AAAAAAAAATI/KS6RU3euT9M/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmiqRf9dI/AAAAAAAAATI/KS6RU3euT9M/s200/DSC00892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397888005285344722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;The guy at right hand side had the most fans among KML that night. Girls from KML kept claiming that he is handsome. Somebody said even said want to learn cantonese from me. Oh My God!! I cant believe that they can became such crazy just because they met a handsome. =.=  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;That night, I did enjoy the music but I didnt involve in photo session. I was sitting quietly at behind with Cher ( Lat's classmate ) while they were busy taking pictures. I can only say that even Lee Hom unable to make me go so insane, who they are? Lol. Those from KML kept saying that they want to show off to their friends that HK singers went Labuan. Sweat.. I think that night words that I heard the most is “&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Unicode MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-CN"&gt;好帅哦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-CN"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Unbearable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;The photo I like the most at that night is..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;Er.. Before showing that photo, I want to say that.. It suppose to be like this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sukm0v79ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hXW0zWKxQcg/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sukm0v79ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hXW0zWKxQcg/s200/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397888316043231282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;However.. Naughty Cher made it like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuknG0jQy-I/AAAAAAAAATY/k7UFWItjv94/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuknG0jQy-I/AAAAAAAAATY/k7UFWItjv94/s200/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397888626519493602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;Hahaha.. I like this photo so much is because Cher used less than 1 second to make the photo like that. He stretched out his wallet just in a blink of eye, then he successfully made the photo look like this. I was totally sweat and dont believe Cher that he able to block Emily's face before seeing this photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lat.. Ask your classmate to act normally k? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6410603662643445846?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6410603662643445846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6410603662643445846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6410603662643445846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6410603662643445846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SukmGv56UlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_V8RLsxgEZA/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6089078405080750002</id><published>2009-10-28T14:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:13:08.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>The forth event we've been through together is Emily's birthday. Er.. That day is the first time of my life to become a thief. Haha. I enjoyed the process. Damn fun. At first I sms-ed Ah Bao that to alert me when Emily go to sleep. Ah Bao was actually shocked when she received my message because I told them that I wanted to sleep by around 12 am. That week was study week. And Emily laughed at me that I'm the loser because I'm the earliest to sleep. Whatever.. I can only say that I'm actually a good actor. Haha. Then around 3am, I went into Emily's room. Damn. Whole process is just a fun. At first Emily terrified me by turning her sleeping pose. I immediately ducked although I know the possibility that Emily wake up is damn low as she is a person that difficult to wake except you shout to her that there is water supply. Then the part that pissed me off is Emily's locker damn difficult to lock without producing noice. That time I was actually very sleepy. The time I walked to Emily's room, my eyes was actually closed. I walked to there by following my instinct. So the locker really pissed me off. But I'm actually a kind of perfectionist. Fact showed that I did the whole process perfectly except I forgot where I took Emily's key and put it back at the wrong place. =.= Ah Bao told me that she didnt know that I went to her room at all. Yeah~ Brilliant. Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Before Emily's birthday, we made birthday cards. And Ah Bao gave Emily her birthday card before &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;birthday because our plan keep having leakage. I nonstop banging my head to the wall because Emily kept doing thing out of a sudden. Damn. I hate my plan being spoilt. Damn spoiler Emily. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufovZ0uBdI/AAAAAAAAASA/rli0hwTBgt0/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufovZ0uBdI/AAAAAAAAASA/rli0hwTBgt0/s200/DSC00898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397538579510330834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; This is the first card that made by Ah Bao to Emily. But Ah Bao claimed that it is too ugly so she redo another one. This one, she just give me as a random gift. Haha. I knew Emily do jealous because it is in a love-shape. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sufpe8Y4TFI/AAAAAAAAASI/tRrLuOnY828/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sufpe8Y4TFI/AAAAAAAAASI/tRrLuOnY828/s200/DSC00901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397539396242656338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. The pig at the left hand side is the official birthday card from Ah Bao to Emily. Cute right? Jealous those actually can draw things nicely. While the right one.. I'll introduce later. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufqToW703I/AAAAAAAAASQ/MkJTP2t4M9M/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufqToW703I/AAAAAAAAASQ/MkJTP2t4M9M/s200/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397540301398856562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; Ah Bao busy making her card. I can only say that... Pro does show some differences. She able to make a call while she is producing her birthday card. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufrpH1pOmI/AAAAAAAAASY/B1iFAIMN1eU/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufrpH1pOmI/AAAAAAAAASY/B1iFAIMN1eU/s200/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397541770138040930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Emily that producing her card. I dont dare to touch her that time. I tried my best to control my breath not to affect the air movement around her. Lol. Way too exaggerate. Because I knew that if I spoil her work? I will get bruise&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; all over my body. Believe me.. She can be a damn sadist when she got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufsdQODhMI/AAAAAAAAASg/ABsv7NoocZo/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufsdQODhMI/AAAAAAAAASg/ABsv7NoocZo/s200/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397542665741108418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Haha. Here go our works. These cards were to present to Jennifer. Because her birthday fall on the day after Emily's. Wow.. What a coincident. I'm elder than Ah Bao 1 day and Emily elder than Jennifer 1 day. Cool.. Emily gave Jennifer a pig. Ah Bao gave Jennifer an octapus. The comment from Jennifer's roommate, they do look like us. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufswQd4FgI/AAAAAAAAASo/hTHdyXiYMZ4/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufswQd4FgI/AAAAAAAAASo/hTHdyXiYMZ4/s200/DSC00906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397542992224982530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Do trust me. This is the cutest turtle I've ever drawn. When the time they suggested to make cards, I was suffer&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; from headache. =.= So I begged Ah Bao to simply draft me a turtle. Then, I just magnify it line by line. Er.. The only comment I want to give is.. The turtle is so “round”. I wondered that did I copy-paste their leg? How come they look exactly the same? =.=&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer told me that her roommates think that my turtle is cute. Simple and cute. Wahaha.. See.. I chose turtle at first is a brilliant choice. Of course le.. I dont know how to draw. So simple fits my style. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuftqoJjMGI/AAAAAAAAASw/ItTHNL0otDc/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuftqoJjMGI/AAAAAAAAASw/ItTHNL0otDc/s200/DSC02382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397543995014590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second pig drawn by Emily. Because the first pig was spoilt by glue. Er.. Still very round. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wonder why three of us must do the same thing together. =.= And.. I was forced to do so. Hai.. Being bullied as a person that doesn't know how to draw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6089078405080750002?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6089078405080750002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6089078405080750002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6089078405080750002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6089078405080750002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SufovZ0uBdI/AAAAAAAAASA/rli0hwTBgt0/s72-c/DSC00898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5661680067260836293</id><published>2009-10-28T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:33:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's birthday</title><content type='html'>Third event of us.. Emily's birthday celebration. She was totally an idiot that day. She fooled by us that the cake is for another guy. In fact, we bought it for her. The most idiocy of her is, she asked me that “Dont tell me you know bout the celebration hoh?” I was totally sweat that day. Excuse me.. I was the one who busy calling and sms that day k? And I was forced to eat damn slowly just to wait those guys finish their meal and stopped Emily them from leaving. But at last, she asked me such a question. I answered her that “The very last thing I could think of is.. I didnt involve in your birthday celebration.” Since that I was the news updaters to those guys and I'm friend of Ckk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SucpYaOrTjI/AAAAAAAAARw/PN-kyC-1Zng/s1600-h/DSC01212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SucpYaOrTjI/AAAAAAAAARw/PN-kyC-1Zng/s200/DSC01212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397328177761308210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  See.. That day I kept myself far away from the main character. Er.. Sorry bout that, Emily. But I dont like getting involved in those celebration. I'm those corner-people during any celebration. Except I have gone crazy that day.. Then I'll mix myself in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sucpq6HG7PI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nRE2aEC_WYc/s1600-h/DSC01210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sucpq6HG7PI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nRE2aEC_WYc/s200/DSC01210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397328495557143794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys who help Emily celebrate her birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hai.. Due to some circumstances.. I better remove Emily's pictures. Er.. Those who curious how she look like then go Labuan and see le. Haha. The girl in yellow is Ah Bao.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5661680067260836293?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5661680067260836293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5661680067260836293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5661680067260836293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5661680067260836293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/emilys-birthday.html' title='Emily&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SucpYaOrTjI/AAAAAAAAARw/PN-kyC-1Zng/s72-c/DSC01212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-146548885624924115</id><published>2009-10-27T00:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:03:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st event</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my half-roommates, Miss Emily and Miss Ah Bao. Without them, I think my life in KML would be much dull and boring. Thanks God that made us get to know each other and made a great difference in each other's life. The only comment I can give is, I'm no more the cool Tzy in their room. We always take chance to play like maniac. Not that I'm not cool anymore, just that in front of them, I chose not to have the habit of being emo or cool. I just prefer friendly.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Er.. Our life in KML? I'll just let the picture tell the story. Because there &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; so so so so much memory among us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXPO9zkfLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6eUqL9_w-Uk/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXPO9zkfLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6eUqL9_w-Uk/s200/DSC02344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396947584489389234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXQbBTT-GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/L-3CxNUeMGU/s1600-h/DSC02345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXQbBTT-GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/L-3CxNUeMGU/s200/DSC02345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948891097888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&lt;/style&gt;Haha. Feel weird what is it bout? Er.. This is our meal we took at KML. Haha. Indeed, I took twice only. Emily them took thrice. The time I didnt get involve is the time during Raya. They cooked it and told me. I think they intend to make me jealous. Ya.. I did. Haha. So I was begging them to cook it the time I get back to KML. Haha. Luckily I ate twice. Damn delicious I can only say. Except the fishball. It tasted sucks. That is stupid Emily who bought it. Blek.. Vomit..  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Second go.. Mooncake festival!! Another day I played like a maniac. At first it was only me who acted stupidly at Jennifer'room. Er.. Jennifer is Ah Bao's friend who got to know at airport. Cool hah? Ah Bao got to know a lot of friend at airport the day she first came KML. Jennifer is Ah Bao's neighbour too. Distance bout 2 rooms. Continue the story.. After Emily woke up from her sleep and surprisingly, she knew Ah Bao and I were chatting in Jennifer's room. Then another brat came in and joined my fandangle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXRCWVn9mI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pTt5A1TK-EQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXRCWVn9mI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pTt5A1TK-EQ/s200/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396949566759630434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Haha. The first trick we played is switching our shoes. Er.. This is my leg that wearing Ah Bao's slipper. As I remember, Jennifer wore my slipper, Emily wore Jennifer's and Ah Bao wore Emily's. I can agree no more that I looked stupid in such pair of slipper. I still prefer my black one. Keke..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXSTY8uCVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6jamU6vuyzE/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXSTY8uCVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6jamU6vuyzE/s200/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396950959029881170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;However, being tortured by me everyday in KML, it turned a little bit shabby. Time to buy a new one. After my graduation. Haha. &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Second go in Mooncake Festival, our idiot act outside Jennifer's room. Just because Ah Bao's lecture mate's room facing the corridor outside Jennifer's room. Hence 3 of us shouted her name so loud just to attract her attention. Haha. We did it successfully. Her lecture mate came out and yelled back &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; us too. Haha. At the same time, we took some photo. Er.. Correction, Emily and I took some photo. I wonder&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; why I so worked in Ah Bao and Emily's order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXS_TaWwXI/AAAAAAAAARA/8_Nd_tds1Nc/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXS_TaWwXI/AAAAAAAAARA/8_Nd_tds1Nc/s200/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951713457815922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXT8ajVMWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wu2wjv1CHKY/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXT8ajVMWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wu2wjv1CHKY/s200/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396952763346530658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXT8I0Rv7I/AAAAAAAAARI/t5RsjXl5rCk/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXT8I0Rv7I/AAAAAAAAARI/t5RsjXl5rCk/s200/DSC00856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396952758585769906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } &lt;/style&gt;Feel bizarre that what were we looking at? Er.. Nothing actually. Just that Ah Bao asked us to do so. Sweat. I still dont understand that why I so worked in. =.= &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This was the last event of our Mooncake Festival because Xj called me while we were having fun. Then I left to fellow house to join Leong them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ah! Not to forget to post a photo I like. &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Not forget to mention, it was taken by dearest Ah Bao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXUyRJPifI/AAAAAAAAARY/aHr4GE9kSuE/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXUyRJPifI/AAAAAAAAARY/aHr4GE9kSuE/s200/DSC02335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396953688534125042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;I like it because that time Emily was busy taking photo with Jennifer's doll. Its name is Liar. Named by me. Because it look like a bear but indeed it is a dog. =.= Continue the story.. I was sitting beside Emily that busy taking photo with Liar. However I was too lazy to move my ass.. So I just act&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; innocent &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;at the &lt;/span&gt;behind. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. You might think "Wow. When Tzy start to be so cooperative? That's not Tzy that I've known." Haha. I'm more playful now.. Do believe it.. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-146548885624924115?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/146548885624924115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=146548885624924115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/146548885624924115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/146548885624924115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/1st-event.html' title='1st event'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuXPO9zkfLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6eUqL9_w-Uk/s72-c/DSC02344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2809351234368895504</id><published>2009-10-26T00:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:27:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Before I start recording the event I experienced in KML, I would like to introduce bout my life randomly.. The tiny little things that we been through everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR7aMecCNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oIu_UovrF14/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR7aMecCNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oIu_UovrF14/s200/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396573943452403922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiang jiang! This isn't my bed of course. I'm not sleeping at this corner.. This is Ah Bao's bed. Er.. Quite tidy le..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR7-Ki4SzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E_9DQJQdeD4/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR7-Ki4SzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E_9DQJQdeD4/s200/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396574561409452850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those who studying in KML, might think that.. Why this corner look bizzare? It is not suppose to have two bed at a side.. Haha. This is how Emily's corner look like after we renovate it. I keep asking Ah Bao to move her bed here too since that we've moved her ex roommate's bed. But Ah Bao said, it isn't that good to her recent roommate. =.= I think her roommate wouldn't mind bout it indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR9M5Um_qI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tLFcwveRbEA/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR9M5Um_qI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tLFcwveRbEA/s200/Image051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396575913995861666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed on the left hand side is mine, right hand side is Emily. Before exam, Ah Bao came over to sleep. They said it is warmer to do so. Really? Haha. Ah Bao.. I'm waiting for you to move your bed over. Haha. They actually looking forward for the last roommate to move to her friend's room. Usually, there are only 3 of us staying in room. So we often create chaos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR-nqycmqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XiWnxl-xyzk/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR-nqycmqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XiWnxl-xyzk/s200/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396577473462573730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stick note on Ah Bao's wall of Ah Bao's corner. I think it is currently my study corner since Ah Bao have moved to her ex roommate's. The stick note is bout storing water and wish-you-good-luck note from her roommate since UPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSBuSVMH9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gMxrMfnABV4/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSBuSVMH9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gMxrMfnABV4/s200/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396580885691375570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this, is also Ah Bao's stick note. But this is more recent 1. From Emily. Er.. To encouraging Ah Bao for the PSPM. Unfair Emily.. Simply wrote some rubbish to me but used verse from Bible for Ah Bao. Huh.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR_y5htF0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4nMQ_jjZomE/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR_y5htF0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4nMQ_jjZomE/s200/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578765909071682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Emily's stick notes. Wonder it is so less? Because Emily tore the others when she was tidying her table. The silver 1 is from Ah Bao's. The start of giving notes to encourage the others for PSPM. While the green one, is from me. After Ah Bao stick her note suddenly, Emily made hers too. I was actually refused to write. Because I have no idea bout it. Then both of them scold me fiercely. =.= At first I took Emily's lousy pink stick note that will fade off easily and this action caused me to be scolded more sternly. So they forced me to use my favourite stick note. Damn.. My green stick note. I love it very much k? =.= Then I was mad so I simply wrote a big 加油 on the stick note and stick it on the wall for Emily. Okay.. This time I wasn't only being scolded. I was beaten by Emily and laughed by Ah Bao. Damn. 勉强是没有幸福的！Since that I was forced again, I simply fill some sentences in it. The favourite sentences I added is sarang 不 haeyo. Haha. Since that day, I say this phrasee everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR_L4al5VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2gYjrL_qiQU/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR_L4al5VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2gYjrL_qiQU/s200/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578095595906386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Finally.. This stick note is mine. From Emily's. Er.. Ah Bao wrote to Emily and me on the same silver card but it is sticked on Emily's study corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls do like dolls or bear bear right? In my half-room, there are a lot. I felt that I'm being flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce... 白痴！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSCwPVEJMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J6mbiBX0YcU/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSCwPVEJMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J6mbiBX0YcU/s200/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396582018756912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Actually this is a gift from Emily to Ah Bao's. Er.. I wonder why it called 白痴. But it is named by Emily. So I think it have no reason for her to do so. We guys like to hug it. And I often grab it with Ah Bao or Emily. Why I have to grab? Because when it is laying still on the bed then I'm not interested to grab it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSDd3-XAVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9_o5JqyjZXU/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSDd3-XAVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9_o5JqyjZXU/s200/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396582802761646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! This.. Always make me confuse. We guys always have to ask whether its name is 傻瓜 or 笨蛋. Of course indeed its name is 傻瓜. Er.. Gift from Ckk to Emily as a birthday present. I asked Emily that why its name is 傻瓜 but not 笨蛋. But Emily's answer is kind of idiot. She claimed that " 哪里有人唱 笨蛋，我们都一样？当然是傻瓜，我们都一样啦。" Nyia muk.. What an answer. I was totally fainted because of her answer. After that, I invited Ah Bao to sing "我不想當笨蛋..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSGR5ytxxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KXZ4kvUR8Vs/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSGR5ytxxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KXZ4kvUR8Vs/s200/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585895626131218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I say anything bout this.. Can you guess what is her name? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's called 叮当妹妹。 Why? I know at the first sight, you for sure will think it is Hello Kitty. But after detail looking, dont you think she is alike with Doraemon too? So.. It's named as 叮当妹妹. Of course, she is doll lover, Emily's doll. We treat her as a ball. We often use her to throw people. Er.. The only comment I could give is, she is good at rolling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSHu53rmEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NAknb7JAMy8/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuSHu53rmEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NAknb7JAMy8/s200/Image069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396587493374793794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random gift from me to Emily. Its name is 小不点. Because it is really same enough. We always have to look for it when we suddenly think bout it. Er.. Detail? No. Because someone is curious bout it so I better not to mention. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All dolls are sprayed with perfume excpet Ah Bao's. Haha. Childish enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our life bout. Joke.. Fandangle.. Tease.. Fight.. Fooling around. Fun indeed. Thanks God for giving me such an experience. I'll fully appreciate it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2809351234368895504?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2809351234368895504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2809351234368895504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2809351234368895504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2809351234368895504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SuR7aMecCNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oIu_UovrF14/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2545827811464219432</id><published>2009-10-25T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:45:22.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>YEAH~ Finally I'm back to Sandakan again. Er.. I think some of you might think "Hah? Back again? Really see those in matric until bored already." Haha. Ya.. Matric do have a lot of holiday but short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the last one who back to Sandakan. Hai.. Took some chance to enjoy my life at KML. Lol. Indeed, holiday is boring. I have nothing to do at KML. Luckily we went Manjarasa and beach. If not? I'll be dead because of boredom since Labuan have not much thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer study week. Seems more thing to do. Haha. I have been through a lot in KML. For me, it is more than interesting.. I'll post the pictures that took by my friends and details written by me on blog. I took more than 3 hours to write the draft on the bed at KML. But I havent finish yet. =.= Too many to tell.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm looking forward for the new semester at KML. I wonder how my timetable is going to be. I wonder who will be my lecturer and tutor. I wish that my curse on Ckk and Emily will become truth. Then.. I'll laugh as loud as I can. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Time passes so fast. Gonna graduate le. Feel happy? Feel sad? I dont know. I only know that I should appreciate all of my memories even water shortage. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys that not around with me.. Take care ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2545827811464219432?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2545827811464219432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2545827811464219432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2545827811464219432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2545827811464219432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6522940180055779249</id><published>2009-09-29T08:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:15:17.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a memorable day. Why? Because today is my last day online in computer lab in KML. Why? Because today is the last time I having ict class in KML. Why? Because this week is the last week of my first sem. Why? Haha. Time to stop typing why. I afraid there are eggs flying towards the monitor of my blog reader. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is bout the accesories on my property. Should have used "keychain". But they doesn't seems like keychain indeed. So I claimed them as "accesories"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is my pencil case. Er.. Bought in January I suppose. At first I was planned to use in SSSS. However.. I went KML. Too bad that I cant list it in Cky's research. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUizdGjWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iSEA_KbLj9U/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUizdGjWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iSEA_KbLj9U/s200/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386679586216381794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUizdGjWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iSEA_KbLj9U/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er.. Notice there is something look weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUXSrF67I/AAAAAAAAAO4/cJK-V9NKl9Y/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUXSrF67I/AAAAAAAAAO4/cJK-V9NKl9Y/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386679388438129586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUXSrF67I/AAAAAAAAAO4/cJK-V9NKl9Y/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YA!!! MY KEYCHAIN IS MISSING!! Damn it. The day I lost my dogbone keychain, I was so damn moody. Lost the mood to talk and eat. My dogbone keychain is so gorgeous, fashion, and most important, it just fit the style of my pencil case. T.T It was a gift from Hush Puppies for buying so damn expensive clothing. Ya.. It's the one you see during form 5. Hai.. Till now I'm still heart broken for it. T.T Damn. Irreplaceable. I plan to replace a bicycle on it. But.. I think dogbone fit the most. OMG! It's just ... heart brokening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFULmkh5mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DmREZ-aqoOI/s1600-h/DSC01029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFULmkh5mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DmREZ-aqoOI/s200/DSC01029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386679187620882018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFULmkh5mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DmREZ-aqoOI/s1600-h/DSC01029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot my phone? Curious what's bout? Haha. I like the background of the picture. Blue light.. Wonder what's it? Haha. It's Emily's cooling pad. I hate it very much. Because it's just annoying. Cant just off the light? =.= I like this picture very much. Little bit artistic and.. It is significant. Haha. Not forget to mention, this picture is taken by Ah Bao. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUESuGS-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/H1loaC5ot1E/s1600-h/DSC01027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUESuGS-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/H1loaC5ot1E/s1600-h/DSC01027.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUESuGS-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/H1loaC5ot1E/s200/DSC01027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386679062033222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUESuGS-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/H1loaC5ot1E/s1600-h/DSC01027.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah.. It is the picture above about. Haha. From left to right. P for Ah Bao. E for Emily. T for Tzy. Actually it's a gift from Ah Bao since they went to KK. That night I was actually thinking where should I hang this tiny little T. But Emily decided for me without asking me. She just grab my phone and hanged on it. =.= After all, I realised that it formed a word of PET. Then we start to snap photo. Ah Bao even borrow her friend's phone that live at nearby to snap this pictures. Funny.. In the process of snaping photo, we did many stupid things. Like taking a ruler to make sure my fringe look straight. =.= Dont bully a person with mushroom head k? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFT3d1O2aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pFQrTZ1mym8/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFT3d1O2aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pFQrTZ1mym8/s200/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386678841677633954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFT3d1O2aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pFQrTZ1mym8/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a my birthday present from Leong. It's a Bros bottle. At first I didnt plan to use it. However, my green Bros is time to have its retirement. Haha. Although it's exactly the same with pirated Chang Vun Yiing's, I didnt mind bout it at all. First, I have not much chance to meet her. Second, it's love from Leong k? Haha. The day I brought it to KML, I realised Leong brought hers too. But hers is a size smaller. And CKK bought a new Bros also. Same size with mine. I love myself for being such observant. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFTqbV3NCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sTCKhZl67lE/s1600-h/DSC02320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFTqbV3NCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sTCKhZl67lE/s200/DSC02320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386678617670890530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Pig hanging on my Bros. Er.. It do make some difference between mine and pirated CVY's right? Haha. It's a gift from Emily. Since she went KK also. This pig made me feel annoyed. Why? Because with its cute face, I have no idea where to hang it. =.= Eventually.. I found that it match with the purple colour of my Bros so I just hang it there. When Emily saw it, she claimed that it doesnt match. Hey.. I already tried my best to find the most match pair k? Sweat. Not forget to mention, that isn't my palm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually afraid that I'll lose the accesories again. And I received warning from Emily already. Damn it. So many complain. =.= I hate to hang accesories on my bag is because of this reason. But this is the first time I lost my accecories on my pencil case. Damn it. Heart broken again. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6522940180055779249?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6522940180055779249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6522940180055779249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6522940180055779249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6522940180055779249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-time.html' title='Last Time'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SsFUizdGjWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iSEA_KbLj9U/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-9070137493930114181</id><published>2009-09-27T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:13:51.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Again.. Ya.. Again., I've to back into KML. This time, I didn't feel anything. Just that.. I HATE PACKING. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I afraid that I left my things at home. Especially those important one. I can only say that Sandakan is boring if you cant hang out too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ah Bao, the one who look alike with Xj said that she doesn't want to see me. Because she doesn't want to back to studies. Ha! Always the Ah Bao I know. Neither do I like to study. But we cant stop the time from moving.. What to do? Eh.. Can anyone tell me the phrase that meant "this is life" how to spell? Pronounced as something like "C'est La Vie"? I'm always curious bout that but I dont know how should I check bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October I'll be back again. Less than 1 month. =.= Really bored of packing things. Never mind. I'll go crazy during october holiday since that it is a sem break. Wahaha.. Hope that I able to enjoy le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Still that. Hey guys.. Do take care k? I love you guys!!! Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-9070137493930114181?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9070137493930114181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=9070137493930114181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/9070137493930114181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/9070137493930114181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8835977720624215157</id><published>2009-09-26T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:01:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement</title><content type='html'>Due to the CONCERN I've received recently, I was actually very very annoyed. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the announcement.. I DIDNT FALL IN LOVE INTO ANYONE~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. Thanks for the concern ya. But sms doesnt mean anything. It's just a kind of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to save my saliva, I chose to conclude in here. I love being single. So I wont that stupid to fall in love in anyone k? =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8835977720624215157?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8835977720624215157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8835977720624215157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8835977720624215157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8835977720624215157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/announcement.html' title='announcement'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5999175639421723192</id><published>2009-09-24T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:26:09.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>Today I went gathering with ex classmates at D Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I knew they'll be late, so I departed kinda late then Fah was claiming that he almost arrived. But then I met him when I was off from the driver seat of my mom's car. CHI~! That's called almost arrive? Your term of almost seems broad to you. Anyway, I feel very very very very sorry bout my forgetful. I knew explain do mean nothing. So I only can say.. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one who arrived is Chu Ting Feng. He's always the 1 who punctual. While I guess the 2nd would be Leong? Caused she called me when I was still in my home. Sorry ya, Leong. I wasn't in Labuan. I didnt actually practice punctuality. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Lousy D Venice. Not that I like to complain. But.. Cafe right? Nope.. Should be called as Fruit Juice Shop. It sells no coffee. What for it called cafe then? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time do changed all of us. Either look or attitude. I feel glad that we still have topic to chat bout. In our conservation, I realised Yean and Jac had became good friends. Few months ago, I suppose they dont have much chance to chat? But they are now more intimate than old time. Due to HUGE amount of girls in form 6 right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who further study in Sg talk pretty less. Er.. Sg forbid students to chat? Lol. Maybe they cant get used to the strange surrounding. Lack of the echo of singlish? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, Bin arrived and said "Hey you guys.. so early? I thought should be 3.30pm?" Sweat. I found a new explaination for late. Some of them answered "You are actually early for 3.30pm." Haha. You guys.. Always the funny classmate I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat told Yean that my accent changed the most. Yean cant realise the changes although I keep talking in mandarin. Maybe I was actually controlling the accent. I admit that I'm a person that kinda easy affected by surrounding. I changed my way of talking is because of my dislike of explaining. So I would rather learn the way they talk, so that I can save my energy to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I'm glad that I chose matriculation. Because I'm enjoying the freedom that I gained. Water shortage? So what? I like to do anything I like. I can always buy the thing I like without explaining to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe form 6 have more fun than matriculation. With the best friend around during studies. Ya.. I do miss you guys. But freedom mean more than anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that life of tertiary study is the moment that should be having most fun in our life. Er.. So I planned to enjoy myself. Hey.. Tertiary only have 5 years k? 5 years?! If you wanna work, you still got long way to go.. But in that 5 years? I must try anything I could. Collect the experience as many as I could. Have fun guys! Life is so short.. 5 years really will pass in a blink of eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5999175639421723192?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5999175639421723192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5999175639421723192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5999175639421723192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5999175639421723192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/gathering.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-603778238398838243</id><published>2009-09-21T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:24:53.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladful</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just wonder that should I feel joyful when I'm in Sdk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the busy that I always face in KML, I actually started having the emotion that I've been through for last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I hate those emotions. I actually feel glad that I had those kind of feelings before. Because they helped me in writing my composition and a lot of stuff. This is just a kind of experience. Different kind of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... I'm no more a secondary school students. I hope to get a new life by trying new stuff. I feel glad that I chose matriculation programme. It allows me to experience hostel life, water shortage and college life. Although water shortage is sucks and I swear that I'll never stay in a hostel anymore, it do helped me in development of my EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I m desperating for a book. Any book that related with psychology. Indeed, I'm always interested in psychology. Don't ask me that why I didn't futher study in psychology. The answer is.. Ya. I'll. But not by studying the course in university. THAT IS SO BORING. Cause I'm not interested in those freak mental disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so desperating is because... I'm facing a strong rival. How strong is that competent? The truth is.. till now I still unable to guess how deep is the mind of the rival. Usually, after dozens of observation, I'm actually able to predict the deepness. But.. this time? Forget bout it. I couldn't try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the point that makes whole thing become interesting. I'm actually enjoying in it. Have been so long time that I actually feel tactics is fun. Er.. 2 years ago? Suppose so. Try so hard.. just to make sure whole thing under your control. Believe me, DAMN FUN!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the losing that I've been through during Form 4, I actually tried to fix my weakness. Ya.. I did improved. I learnt not to underestimated anyone. I'm glad that I've been through that losing. Without that, I'm wondering, this whole thing is it that interesting anymore? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I know that the my probability of losing in this psycho war is bigger than winning. But.. I wont just give up like that. I'll fight till the end. I rather lose in pride than give up without doing anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-603778238398838243?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/603778238398838243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=603778238398838243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/603778238398838243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/603778238398838243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/gladful.html' title='Gladful'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6808876243175187904</id><published>2009-09-19T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:14:06.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back again. Yeah. Again. Haha. This time i already get used to the changes of surrounding. I took a time of bathing to cope with it. Yeah.. I'm improving. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the water shortage. Kinda cool. My hostel have been  stopped water supply for.. 1 week and 1 day. COOL MAN!! Leong slightly luckier than I did. 1 week only. Haha. Before I'm back, my block is the only block that have no water. Leong said a right thing, accept the fact that living in block D. Er.. I dont mind actually. I'm having fun in block D. And actually block D have many advantages too. Such as... the distance between block D and the gate is the shortest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me think that actually water shortage is not so big deal for me. Er.. I think i knocked my head recently. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Hope that I will enjoy my raya holiday. All the best ah.. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6808876243175187904?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6808876243175187904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6808876243175187904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6808876243175187904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6808876243175187904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1376774587515868938</id><published>2009-09-08T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:49:42.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water shortage</title><content type='html'>Hai.. Sometimes I really dont know how I went through 3 months time in KML. Approaching 5th month indeed. 3 more days to make the history of 4 months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I'm having depression. Because KML have no water again. Usually, it only stop for half day or 1 day. But now? History is repeating. My hostel have no water for... 3 days i think. All girls' hostel have no more water storage. But boys are still enjoying the flooding of water. =.= LAT~! Eventually I'll have to trouble you although I really not willing to trouble you since that you have to study too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surrounding of having no sound of water is actually very creepy and worrying. I did tell my mom. But she just claimed that I'm lazy. So I told her that, I'm willing to walk to the tank to get water even though block A. But.. THERE ISN'T A DROP OF WATER!!! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget bout it. Complain to my mom is just nothing more nothing less than ask me to bear and the favourite sentence of her, "Since that you're already having so much suffer in KML, why dont you just get a nicer result?". Really gik chen. Everytime complain, I also will get this sentence as return. So now, I learnt to be clever. I dont complain unless my mom ask me that how I took my bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai.. I left 5 more bottles 1.5L of water storage. Yesterday I used 5 bottles of 1.5L to bath. How horrible. Anyone who curious how I did so, you can try in your home. In fact, it is the second time of mine. Hell ya. I thought history wont repeat. But I heard that somebody used 4 bottles and somebody even used 2 bottles only. =.= What a crap college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually willing to carry water from boys' dorm. 1.0+ miles only ma. Journey of bare hand need 5 minutes only ma. What so big deal? I can do so ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. after carrying the water for such a "short" journey, do I still able to study? Do I able to finish mountain of homework? Do I able to pursue the syllabus I left behind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really shout that "I CAME HERE TO STUDY!!! BUT NOT TO EXPERIENCE THE SUFFERNESS OF LIFE!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget bout it. Any trials and temptation that given by God, I'll just accept and fight with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KML~~!!! I WILL NOT DEFEATED BY YOU AGAIN!!! AFTER I GRADUATE FROM KML, I SWEAR THAT I'LL BE A BETTER PERSON. A BETTER PERSON THAT WITH GOOD ATTITUDE AND ABLE TO FORBEAR ANY SUFFERNESS AND PROBLEMS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But indeed, nobody can thrawt me from loving branded. No matter how difficult condition I been through in KML, I'll still continue being a brandedaholic. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1376774587515868938?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1376774587515868938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1376774587515868938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1376774587515868938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1376774587515868938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/water-shortage.html' title='Water shortage'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7798980198579087173</id><published>2009-08-11T09:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:53:31.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AH~~!!! So busy in my Informatik Sains class as I dont have much experience in editing photo. Should have ask Cky to do so. Er.. As I promise that I'll post photo of mine on blog to seet, so no matter how busy am I, I WILL DO SO!! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er.. My lecturer ask us to take our photo for assignment. As I left all my photo in my desktop at SDK. So I'll have to camwhore in KML. Those feelings is kinda weird. Without the clothing that I like, actually I feel dont want to take it but ... assignment right. Dai sai d ma. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After rushing to bath, I took a mirror and my hair dryer to dry my hair. =.= My hair look like nerd if I dont take good care of it. It's just the first part k? After drying my hair, I took a bottle of water walked towards the big mirror in my room and start to style my fringe. =.= As I didnt bring my wax, I can just use water. However, if i brought my wax, I wont use it also. My hostel have no water again. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah! Finally finish setting my hair. =.= My roommate start lurking around. Hell ya. How am I going to take my photo? Luckily she was just hiding inside her corner. Have to act fast before all of my roommates came back. Haha. Actually I was afraid that Emily suddenly pop out behind me. Then I'll really scream like hell. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent almost 15 minutes, done. By the time I finish camwhore, my roommate came back. Wow. Timing is just... fit. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDEvY02i7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KUtFDOR2CKs/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDEvY02i7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KUtFDOR2CKs/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368507074222656434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDEvY02i7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KUtFDOR2CKs/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually I kinda like this photo, but Emily claimed that I was having stomachache. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDERQW6AQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/j5NJy-O_468/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDERQW6AQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/j5NJy-O_468/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368506556553494786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDERQW6AQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/j5NJy-O_468/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok lo.. This 1 not having stomache right? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mirror is very very dirty, so it reflected blurrly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My classmates claimed that I "rock" when I was doing my assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock? Dont like that word. Is cool k? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Emily saw my photo, she doesnt dare to laugh so loud but just claimed that I was narcist. Hah? Did I do anything? Narcist? Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she looking at me.. and ask, can I copy your photo? Because few minutes ago, she said she have no photo of mine then I asked her to get from facebook. Funny la her. The way she asking photo from me. Haha. Kinda cute and fei. Seems so afraid that I'll scold her or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, she asked me, how was I actually took the photo. Er.. Using mirror effect la. Then she told me that she doesnt know how to use mirror effect. She think that by using mirror, you cant get a nice ratio. Nah.. Prejudice. Or skill problem? Haha. For me, I only know how to mirror effects since that I dont spend much time on camwhoring. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT?! A person that like to camwhore so much, doesnt know how to use mirrow effect?! Nah.. No wonder she said me stomachache la. The next time she use mirror effect then she know actually she'll have the problem of placing her hand. Thinking bout where should she put it so that it doesnt look weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Emily and I were chatting, she took my phone then start camwhoring. What the.. She doesnt have a phone hah? =.= Then I told seet that my phone was being grabbed by Emily to camwhore. Seet then asked me to post Emily's photo on blog. Ok lo.. But those photo looked kinda silly. Not to give Emily a reason to kill me, I then asked Emily for the photo that she used on "personal profile". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time she was going to give me that photo, she asked my why. Er.. I dont know how to answer then she demanded me praised her cute before giving me the photo. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai.. Pity tzy. Have to lie in order to get the photo she want. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah.. Seet, there goes Emily. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDERMdXj8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/z4ndQ325otA/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDERMdXj8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/z4ndQ325otA/s200/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368506555506855874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That time, I was sitting behind her. There was somebody's house in Labuan. I also dont know how to explain the condition. I only know that Emily keep camwhoring while they are watching tv and I was laughing at Emily. But I think Emily already get used to it since that she like to camwhore in her room too. Her roommate are kinda pity, forced to watch her stupid act cute face. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes a day of camwhoring. That is the second time I camwhore in KML. The first time I was so ... Hai.. Dont know how to describe. I was just thinking to change my profile picture in facebook, so i just did some camwhore by using my laptop. Kinda fei also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I wont affected by Emily the habit of camwhore. That time.. Really goi wui loh. Haha.&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/2132623010882014246-7798980198579087173?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7798980198579087173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7798980198579087173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7798980198579087173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7798980198579087173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/08/camwhore.html' title='Camwhore'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SoDEvY02i7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KUtFDOR2CKs/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8915607627928257783</id><published>2009-08-07T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:56:25.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>Finally, here I am to post my blog after I'm back in KML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Thanks God. KML isnt sucks as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the experience of 2 months living in KML, I actually can cope with here easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bathing now is more like a war after having water shortage for 1 week before holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that my classmates stayed here for 2 weeks. OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How were they passing their time here? Indeed, otehr than study, you have not much activity to do in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport.. Surfing web in front of library or in the library. That's all. Boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Looking forward for sept holiday. Hope  those sibu people dont come to sdk since sdk is lousy and boring. God.. Do help me to thrawt them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Hey guys.. Take care ya. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8915607627928257783?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8915607627928257783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8915607627928257783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8915607627928257783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8915607627928257783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4502797091673719616</id><published>2009-08-02T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:37:11.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to you</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr..? Miss..? whatever. Er.. Piggie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to write you a letter. Ya. A love letter. Love of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. I would thanks that the accompany that you've been offer me for.. more than 2 months. I remember when I first reached KML, I've no friend. The surrounding was so... strange and not familiar for me. I was feeling that I am nothing but an island in the middle of the sea. I hate that kind of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you did rescue me that time. You are the only one who letting me know... I am not alone. I am still having my own friend. I am still owning the happiness among friends. I am still enjoying the sweetness among friends. Ya.. I do indulge myself in it cause I miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both of us are still single. I wonder if one of us start to date, what will happen to us. Er.. Remain the same relationship? Or just start to ignore each other? Conclusion is.. I cant make a conclusion. But.. I can promise that I wont do so. Cause I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I tell seet that I love my friends. Her only respond is "cheh". Haha. I know what she actually mean by her cheh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. I do love my friends very very much. One of the things I learnt in KML is.. my friends are actually so great. Although we keep teasing and criticising each other, we do love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always mention that, Love comes before Friendship. I think you agree that statement too. But I can tell you that I prefer love of friend. That is the reason that I promised you I will never ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we promise each other that.. if argument appear between us, we give each other an hour to calm ourselves down. Then after that, we'll just say sorry no matter who is the wrong side k? Because at that time, correct or wrong is no more important but our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would thank you for the changes you made me. I dont care who affected who to change in the first. But your accompany do peace me a lot. I do appreciate it a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遇见一个人然后生命全改变 原来不是恋爱才有的情节&lt;br /&gt;如果不是你我不会相信 朋友比情人还死心塌地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzy&lt;br /&gt;10.35am&lt;br /&gt;2/8/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4502797091673719616?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4502797091673719616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4502797091673719616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4502797091673719616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4502797091673719616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-you.html' title='A letter to you'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6390502550763617582</id><published>2009-07-31T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:33:58.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, I've to get back into KML. My feelings is actually very very complicated. I feel that I m going to suffer,depress again. AHH~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the day I met with you, I started to feel that I wanna stay in Sdk again. Only God knows how long have I been forget bout this feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual,  the words that I always wanna tell you, Take care k? Dont always loaded yourself with dozens of work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai.. Forget bout it. I know that I just can pray for you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey pals that now at different places, now I'm gonna lost contacts with you guys again. Feel free to email me k? But I can only reply you guys every tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn. Never know you can influence me so much. The happiness I been through in matric suddenly disappear after I met you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that when I back into matric, I can enjoy my life again.. Hope that you're okay and I'll no more influenced by you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAMN IT~!! Sometimes, I would rather I never meet you. But I know at last I will choose you also. Hai..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I will keep my silence cause any language couldn't describe my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I want is you. But.. KML is sucks. You better dont come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai.. I dont know what am I talking. KML, YOU SUCKS!!!&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/2132623010882014246-6390502550763617582?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6390502550763617582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6390502550763617582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6390502550763617582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6390502550763617582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3434597339579412786</id><published>2009-07-31T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:34:23.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KML</title><content type='html'>Hai.. Time to go back the hell college. Actually I have not much problem with it except water shortage because indeed, I learnt a lot in matric and a lot of thing I'm actually enjoying in it. But there is another tiny little problem I'm not very comfortable with it. MY CLOTHES, MY ACCESORIES!! =.= I think I'll just leave them in Sdk although I'll miss them so so so so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to introduce my college before I back into it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the place that I attend my lectures. Because I'm actually in a group,F2(F=fizikal) that is quite massive with the amount of 200+ students, so I just can enter the biggest lecture halls in KML, DK1 &amp;amp; DK2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrFSOHNII/AAAAAAAAAN4/OoYjMAyX9iE/s1600-h/Iage009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467844686230658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrFSOHNII/AAAAAAAAAN4/OoYjMAyX9iE/s200/Iage009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DK2. Lecture hall that is always cold. I always feel like wanna hide inside my baju kurung due to its low temperature. The weakness of this lecture hall is it doesnt have any table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrFMikPtI/AAAAAAAAANw/EJhpLt0Tb5w/s1600-h/Iage002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467843161407186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrFMikPtI/AAAAAAAAANw/EJhpLt0Tb5w/s200/Iage002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DK1. Do you see there are 3 guys? Haha. 1 of them is Lat. Another 2 are their classmate. After test, many of our class were cancelled. So they were so free sitting there to wait for the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrEnPoQ2I/AAAAAAAAANo/Fr5RGnK7_ZM/s1600-h/Iage003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467833149866850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrEnPoQ2I/AAAAAAAAANo/Fr5RGnK7_ZM/s200/Iage003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DK1. Temperature unable to control. Sometimes hot sometimes cold, I wonder why. The tables are lousy. I think it is designed to prevent students fall asleep in class. If you arent caution enough, your things will drop because the joint of the table with the chair is very very very loose. Before I leave matric, I watched movie, She Is The Man with Lat,Xj,Ckk,Ah Bao and Emily in this lecture hall. Fun indeed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqxykp7ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/j-v_mCKv0S4/s1600-h/6174_1022729064925_1726193580_45429_7685959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467509773331858" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqxykp7ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/j-v_mCKv0S4/s200/6174_1022729064925_1726193580_45429_7685959_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*People in christian gathering. Hey.. Where is Mr Ding? Haha. 2 of them left to maktab. Sharon~ Miss you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqxn6Y_6I/AAAAAAAAANY/5rw9oWEL0sw/s1600-h/6174_1022728264905_1726193580_45422_4629556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467506911707042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqxn6Y_6I/AAAAAAAAANY/5rw9oWEL0sw/s200/6174_1022728264905_1726193580_45422_4629556_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Er.. My friends in matric. The guy is .. Teck Kai right? Haha. Girl in blue is Adeline. Ckk's classmate. Girl beside Ckk is Sharon. She left matric to maktab. Quite miss her. Hehe. I put this picture is to show my baju kurung. Lol. Miss Chang laughed at me when we said have to wear baju kurung. Cause I'm tall. If wear baju kurung, it is even worse. In fact.. not that tall right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqWMIINDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Cbcl6PM7_zk/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467035596665906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqWMIINDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Cbcl6PM7_zk/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can you spot my table? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqWKTsRFI/AAAAAAAAANI/0PQ_3BxsO_k/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467035108295762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqWKTsRFI/AAAAAAAAANI/0PQ_3BxsO_k/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The door look lame. Hate the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqVz2aycI/AAAAAAAAANA/w3X2JT2rNhQ/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364467029079935426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJqVz2aycI/AAAAAAAAANA/w3X2JT2rNhQ/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I took this picture from the door of my room. Our hostel do look like this. Quite lame right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp7RVCHKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hJpRpPzK2aA/s1600-h/mage002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364466573136501922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp7RVCHKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hJpRpPzK2aA/s200/mage002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Er.. This chocolate I gave to.. Madam Teresa or Miss Chong? Haha. Madam Teresa said that she wanna share with her family. Husband then husband la. Family wa.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp7FnCVuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OwbOWE-7DJc/s1600-h/mage001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364466569990788834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp7FnCVuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OwbOWE-7DJc/s200/mage001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Er.. Plain chocolate with whisky. Hope Miss Chong like it. Cause I've no time to buy and taste them. Busy tasting cadbury. Haha. Oppss.. The price tag is still there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp63RAXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RP4QtXiGsGw/s1600-h/mage004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364466566140288594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp63RAXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RP4QtXiGsGw/s200/mage004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Most hit chocolate, Ferrero. Er.. RM32. What the.. It doesnt worth at all for me. Not that nice for me. But I recommend the black 1. Nicer than the others. But I think I'll try another collection when I'm back in Labuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp6gAE5tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TwlNOjeptMw/s1600-h/mage003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364466559895267026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJp6gAE5tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TwlNOjeptMw/s200/mage003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This chocolate is really hard and big enough. Nestle that made in Switzeland. Havent taste it yet. Cause I bought it for my mom. Such big pack of it, havent start to eat already fainted la. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3434597339579412786?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3434597339579412786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3434597339579412786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3434597339579412786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3434597339579412786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/kml.html' title='KML'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SnJrFSOHNII/AAAAAAAAAN4/OoYjMAyX9iE/s72-c/Iage009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2608674664327630905</id><published>2009-07-31T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:34:57.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>29/07/09, As my interest, I went back to my secondary school, SSSS with my friends during my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, not that early actually, 9 something, we've arrived SSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st station, is always Madam Teresa's room because she is my favourite teacher and she is the only teacher we are familiar with who can actually provide us a SPACE to chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she was in her room, if not we'll have no place to hang. The very first thing I sensed bout is Madam Teresa was shocked when she saw us. WOW! How fun was that. She was actually shocked? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chit chat there and I gave the chocolate to Madam Teresa. Indeed, she complained a lot that I have no heart to give her the chocolate. Haha. Always is the Madam Teresa that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claim that I look fatter. WHAT?! I gain weight in the college that like hell?! Haha. What a quip. Nvm. I know myself was actually lose weight although i ate a lot in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that marriage will change somebody's attitude. But i found that Madam Teresa is still that humourous. Good thing hah? Fah, you judge it yourself when you're back. Er.. Although i dont know when will that be. After I graduate from the hell? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the 2nd station will be Miss Chong, but... what a fate. She came by to ask for something from Madam Teresa. Past year question? I have no idea that she is asking for which subject. I suppose is science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Nice timing. I can give her the chocolate without attracting other teachers' attention. But in the process, I strongly suspected that my hand is frictionless or the bag is way too smooth, I accidentally drop the pack of chocolate that I presented to Miss Chong. What a crap. Nvm. The chocolate is not eaten by me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I being claimed that I wasnt sincere to give chocolate to teacher again. =.= So damn innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Should talk bout Miss Chong's newest hairdo. I heard too many rumours bout her hairdo. I'm actually curious bout it. Er.. comment? Not much different with the old 1. I think is because her styling. Look nice as usual. Or because it is too late for me to see the difference? I think she rebonded her hair bout month ago. Opps.. I forget to notice her fringe. Damn it. When had I become such not observant? Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were chatting with Miss Chong, I saw a handsome guy heading towards us. He asked us that are we having holiday? Where are we studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. Who are you?! Lol. He is our former biology teacher, Mr Lee Meng Sang who had changed his hair style. WOW! Impressive. Should have changed earlier. Haha. Look much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dionne started to tease Miss Chong again. I heard many rumours bout Mr Lee's gf. Actually, who is that? Who can provide me an answer? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got my chance to meet the new teacher that teaching japanese in SSSS. Hmm.. Pretty teacher. Or actually is cute? Whatever, she is way too mini for me. If she wear the uniform, I would misthought her as a student. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time we chatted with Miss Chong, I met Master Lee, Puan Chew, Mr Bernard, Mr Lee. And most important, I met Miss Laurence. The important part is she took quite a time to recognise who I am. Haha. So fun. I had changed that much? She claim that I became taller. Walao. Dont terrify me k? I like my height, but keep on gaining height is not a good thing, especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Lee is always that cool. No matter how passion are we, he did nothing but just hi. While Puan Chew keep avoiding us cause Leong is way too 38. Haha. Pity Leong. Who ask you 38? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to leave teachers' office, because there is time for recess. Those who went teachers' office will actually know office is always flooded by students during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Nowhere to go. Time to hang back to Madam Teresa's room again. See.. She is the only teacher that can provide us a place to chit chat. If Miss Chong isn't sit at the corner, I think it would be difficult for us to chat with her also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, Lat keep mentioning bout our former moral teacher, Mr Wahidi. I asked him to hug teacher cause that time, he is the only student that get A1 in moral. Lat said get A1 then have to hug? Then i have to hug Madam Teresa too. Madam Teresa first reaction is thank you, need not to do so. Haha. No offense. But former moral teacher means nothing more nothing less than a crap to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish having breakfast with Madam Teresa, she always bring some food to eat. Weird. Somebody reminded us to visit Miss Chang. Oh ya. Long time didnt see the real one. Spent a lot of time at college meeting the pirated Miss Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Miss Chang changed hair style too? Hmmm.. Gave me an impression of cool. Look nice too. Er.. My eyes got problem or lecturers in my college too sucks? Why so many teachers in SSSS look nicer than old time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think i prefer the real Miss Chang. She denied that she got pirated too. Cause she think not look alike and she look better. Haha. Miss Chang's accent sounds weird. The way she talk seems different. Er.. She hurted her mouth? Or something happened that caused the changes?&lt;br /&gt;But.. Indeed, she is still one of my favourite teacher. Just right after Madam Teresa and Miss Chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel surprise hah? Haha. I think plenty people think I was actually anti-Miss-Chang. In fact, that were my friends who hate her. So the innocent me can only sit on the fence. Feel glad that Miss Chang remember my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Never heard that Madam Teresa mention bout my name. When I was form 5, I was actually strongly doubting that Madam Teresa dont know bout my name. I really cant accept that, even till now, I still have to think bout this haze. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to visit those form 6 guys.. Miss Wong allowed us to chat for a while. Er.. She actually not interested to teach right? Hey guys.. What you did during chemistry lesson? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~! When the door of 6R is opened, I saw Jacquline. AH~~~!!! Damn so Grace. Haha. Jacquline is really look alike with Grace( the 1 in matric). I keep on saying that Jac is very Grace. But Lat and Ckk said that should be Grace very Jac. Whatever, the main point is, they really look alike. Just that Grace is mini-er. No. Is way too mini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time to look around class 6R. Hmm.. Not bad. But got a problem that very severe, the power will go off very randomly. According to monitor, Cky, the problem is at the main switch that beside class 4C. Pity fellow. Still stuck in lousy school. But indeed everywhere is lousy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cky, you look very "samseng" la. The way you wear uniform, hai.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that form 6 practise a weird culture. The way they go toilet. They actually go toiley by gangs. So during the time they go toilet, you will found that the class is empty. =.= Weirdo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then I know Jacquline was actually applied Matriculation. I assume that she didnt apply is because she didnt get it. But indeed the problem is... she didnt appeal. WHAT A WASTE!! She just need to click "appeal". Not much trouble. But she didnt do so. =.= She thought that she need to send letter to appeal. =.= Hey girl.. Just a click. =.= Too bad that she cant come to matric. Too bad that she cant meet her pirated 1. Haha. Nvm. I know although she didnt go to matric, her future is brighter than mine do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER!! Damn security guard chuck us out of 6R although we told him that teacher allowed us to stay there. He asked who is that teacer. Ok.. Good question hah? We tried not to drag Miss Wong into trouble, so we just left. And while we signing the stupid book, we saw Miss Wong was taking a pack of rice heading to the office. Haha. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip ended like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss those old time. SSSS, a place that I spent 6 years in my life. Playing, chatting, messing around, doing experiment, testing, examining.. Although lousy, it do occupied my precious memory. Hey guys.. I miss you a lot except those in matric. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2608674664327630905?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2608674664327630905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2608674664327630905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2608674664327630905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2608674664327630905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1213653106477550347</id><published>2009-07-27T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:44:19.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>终于到了17/7了。好期待。不是期待我的生日，而是今天是我在Matric的第一次放假的第一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然一开始还要上课，可是没有折磨就没有期待了吧。嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我在tutorial class真的有点热。幸好英文课还蛮好玩的。而且和同学在聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢同学为我唱生日歌。虽然没有特别，可是毕竟还是第一次。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了放学，就跑回房间了。因为我还有一些行李没有收拾。在担心时间会够吗一直。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一回到房间，就看见一大张纸贴在我的门上。哇...说到做到厚？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着Emily的字，真的很觉得她说的话，有够Emily的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把行李拖到门口。哇...重。可是要出了，无所谓啦。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Check in了之后，我们就到房间门口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得Leong叮咛我们记得进门之前记得敲门，我就一直盯着她，敲阿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是她敲得超小力的，我就握着门卡说，敲大力点啦。可是她还是敲得超小声的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来Lat不耐烦，就走过来，大力地敲门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。又要迷信又不要做。我本身就不想这些东西。我相信我害怕的是恐惧，不是鬼神。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时候出发了，逛了好远。可是干的事情，似乎不多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的午餐是Pizza Hut。因为是我的生日，我们得到一个免费的pan cake。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪糕很好吃。可是饼嘛，普普。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得我们刚进到房间，Leong和Melody就不停地在喊，哇！好豪华阿！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样还不够哦。还一直在跳下跳下的。真的有够白痴的。有必要这么兴奋吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在逛完了街，我们就选择在奶茶店坐下，喝奶茶、看杂志。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然，有人碰我的肩膀，翻回头，原来是我的室友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她和我说，生日快乐。我怀疑我的样子应该是超呆的。因为我真的很惊讶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么她会知道阿？我根本没有张扬。我超低调的好不好？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我还是真的很感谢所有和我说生日快乐的人。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从市区回到酒店，在进入门口的时候，有一个警卫问我们干什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们就告诉他说，我们住这儿。是这样？学生住不起哈？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他这个举动惹火了我们所有人。我真的有那个冲动把房卡摔向他的脸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于回房间了。Melody就拿着我的笔电在看电影。有够投入的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冲凉、晚餐、买巧克力、回房间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然发觉我们阳台的玻璃门开了少少。我们大家都在纳闷着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之前到底是有没有关的阿？真的没有在注意啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家都在危言耸听着，搞得大家都害怕了。我和安俊就决定我们有那个必要去检查每个角落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在检查了所有的地方，只剩下厨房了。我们都害怕着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我和安俊召集Melody和Leong一起出发到厨房内。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3JevXuOjI/AAAAAAAAALg/_d5qbjoyyOY/s1600-h/17072009180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363164261217352242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3JevXuOjI/AAAAAAAAALg/_d5qbjoyyOY/s200/17072009180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Left door is to a small balcony. Right door is to a room tat suppose to be lived by maid but it is locked. That is the creepy place. Inside the maid room is whole dark and.. cant reach. Beside the small balcony is a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始的时候，不懂是谁现说要拿武器的，我们就这样去抢武器了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我拿的是饮用水瓶，Melody拿的是Leong的水壶。Lat，你拿的是什么啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搜刮了武器，我们就开始摆阵了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Lat站在门边，Melody和Leong就弯着腰，站在门的对面。Leong站得有够远的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能想象电视剧里的警察破门吗？我们摆的姿态就是这般。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还记得我和Leong说，你站远点来。她还回答我说，她是最弱的嘛。=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对着Lat说，123，我就开门让Lat冲了进去。看了看，没人。暂时安全。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了恐怖的门了，当我们要开门的时候，忽然听见Leong说，“等下。等我先拿汤匙。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。有够好笑的啦。汤匙？应该是说茶匙。有用吗？可是以Leong那么狠的性格，应该有。哈&lt;br /&gt;哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了最紧张的时刻，最恐怖的门来了。看了看外面的厕所，安全。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最恐怖的房间，看不到死角啦。挡住了。当我正专注在看的时候，“啪！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;猪头！谁关的灯阿？就这样大伙儿就冲出去了。原来是Melody关的灯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇！陷害阿？我可是最后出的咧。之后我们就一直在讨论了。是有没有人啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是却没有人敢再去。Leong还说她借手机照亮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿是有用哦？都没有人敢把手伸进去。不怕忽然间手被人抓住哦？超恐怖的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搞了一阵子，我和Leong就窝在Leong的房间里玩电脑。Lat在那儿收拾巧克力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而最懒的Melody就在冲凉。忽然...灯暗了一下。可是又亮了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就继续玩着我的笔电，而Leong就看着灯一直在说，又暗了又暗了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“啪！”灯真的暗了。“阿！梁安俊你不要玩啊！把灯开回去！不要玩啊！好暗哦！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我哪里有玩哦？！外面也没有电！” “不会是贼干的事情吧？故意把电源切掉？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“发神经哦？拍戏咩？Melody，不要sot了啦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很了解我们的人，不用说，也大概知道对白是谁说的。性格特征真的很明显。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在折腾了一会，我和Lat就去外面看发生什么事。Leong就进去陪Melody冲凉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还听见Melody说“你不要看啊！”哈哈。好好笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来是没电。我们房间的灯用的是储备电。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然想到Matric，就发讯息给Ckk问发生了什么事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈！原来Labuan到处都没有电。包括Matric。可是Matric没有电，超好笑的吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果当时我在宿舍，我肯定听见很多人尖叫，而且我会超兴奋的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;肯定会站在一角，看她们的反应，嘲笑着。哈哈。我想Matric除了厕所的emergency light,全部暗的吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来我问Ckk，果然。而且Matric如果没电，连聊天都不能够。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是当时在dataran kawad的情侣？哇...想干什么就什么吧？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于，Melody冲了凉。而且她还说她想做mask。你给我试试看。没电还给我敷mask。吓人哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且Melody很absent minded地刷了牙。哈哈。等下还要吃东西的耶。干嘛刷牙阿？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没事做的我们3人，就坐在玻璃门旁边，吹着风，聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无聊的Melody一直说要看鬼戏。神经病吗？没电耶。看鬼戏不会吓死哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有电至少还能跑。没电跑去哪儿啊？真没想到建议看鬼戏的Melody在没电的时候，竟然尖叫地那&lt;br /&gt;么大声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了一个小时，终于来电了。鬼戏时间。幸好鬼戏不会很恐怖，因为大家看得都困了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到了十一点多，睡觉的时间到了。我不懂为何如此兴奋。我竟然在酒店里到处跑。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而Leong和Melody比我们先睡。Leong邀请我去她的房间睡。干嘛阿？一定是有点事情的。可是她又不说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Lat就一直打扰她们睡觉，她们也一直喊叫着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终于知道为什么每次和青少年住同一间酒店，他们都会那么吵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每次我都那么讨厌着。可是我真玩得好爽。好好玩。无论多无聊的事情，都变得好有趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果下次有机会，一定要多尝试几次。用那么一点钱，换来的，好值得。真的真的好值得。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3Ima_o0UI/AAAAAAAAALY/i-UmIJM-Jok/s1600-h/17072009171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163293674950978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3Ima_o0UI/AAAAAAAAALY/i-UmIJM-Jok/s200/17072009171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dining room. table is quite nice. but i think the chair is not tat comfortable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3ImHZShaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AhcvExDh54Q/s1600-h/17072009172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163288413832610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3ImHZShaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AhcvExDh54Q/s200/17072009172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*living room. the place we hanged for whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3IlkRlZdI/AAAAAAAAALI/bPZqovcWxGw/s1600-h/17072009173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163278986274258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3IlkRlZdI/AAAAAAAAALI/bPZqovcWxGw/s200/17072009173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lat is tidying his chocolate. melody is surfing net while I m writing the draft for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3IlbRRKJI/AAAAAAAAALA/JeX37DA0M6Y/s1600-h/17072009175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163276569028754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3IlbRRKJI/AAAAAAAAALA/JeX37DA0M6Y/s200/17072009175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leong and melody's room. dun think it is tidy but in fact, leong just hide the messy place. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3Ik-Yh50I/AAAAAAAAAK4/bLfzDiMTi6c/s1600-h/17072009178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163268814858050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3Ik-Yh50I/AAAAAAAAAK4/bLfzDiMTi6c/s200/17072009178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*lat and i's room. the left 1 is mine, right is lat's.&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/2132623010882014246-1213653106477550347?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1213653106477550347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1213653106477550347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1213653106477550347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1213653106477550347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/Sm3JevXuOjI/AAAAAAAAALg/_d5qbjoyyOY/s72-c/17072009180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2166578891865547487</id><published>2009-07-23T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:07:37.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SmhetYvtVII/AAAAAAAAAKo/-NXKge2pUvU/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361639490214253698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SmhetYvtVII/AAAAAAAAAKo/-NXKge2pUvU/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SmhebWrrruI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8JAepEwN7rM/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361639180422852322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SmhebWrrruI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8JAepEwN7rM/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在拍这两张照片的时候，发生了件事情我一直觉得很好笑的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是首先，让我介绍介绍这两张照片的来头吧。对不起哦如果有模糊，本人电话的相机很烂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在KML读的人可以猜猜是谁画的。哈哈。算啦算啦。我说啦。哈哈。答案是Emily。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得在考化学的前一晚，我到Emily的房间问答案。结果就在那儿逗留了...一个小时多吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那个时候，我才发觉Emily是一个很欠揍的人。她说的话，有够冷的。每次她说话不是让我想丢鞋子，就是想学她用手指画圈圈。因为被她弄得我要搞自闭了。可是她好好玩。因为她很爱装可爱，也很可爱。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂Emily为什么忽然会有兴致画起图画来。第一张，她画的是她自己。后来她就很无聊的看着阿宝（后解），就在那儿画呀画的。在她画完的时候，我和阿宝都只是看了看。可是Emily却笑个不停。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我多希望她会忘记我的存在。偏偏她没有。 =.= 就这样，又另一只猪诞生了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发觉发型都有像，可是偏偏Emily自己的没有。我就问她说为什么她自己的，头发是这样。她竟然笑了笑，回答我说简单就是美。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很讨厌公仔加个眼镜去。超呆的。就很nerd。我不要！！！lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后就各自在读书了。我只是在等时间过，因为书有够闷的。忽然我有个念头，把上头的3张猪拍下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是我就站起来，到Emily的桌子前，开始想拍。可是我想偷拍，所以我必须避开阿宝的注意力。想了想，还是先回讯息再偷拍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很庆幸我选择了先回讯息。因为在我回头的那一刻，我看见Emily在后面看着我。哇...虽然我是被吓倒。可是Emily可爱的样子让我很想捏她的脸。为什么会有人那么喜欢装可爱！！！而且还那么自然！！！ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在骂了Emily变态之后，我就赶快把相片拍了拍。哈哈。干净利落。我的直觉有够准的。以后真的要小心，Emily是偷窥狂。Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗨...每次看到Emily就很想念Sharon。记得那一天，我问了Emily说，Sharon是一个怎样的人。她回答我说，一个很爱说话，很好的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样的答案够烂就算了。她竟然还补一句，以后你有机会和她相处你就知道了。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是怎样？想加强我的遗憾吗？ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon到了maktab。除了刻意去找她，我想以后我们也不会有机会相处了吧。算了。科技发达，我就不相信我不行。哈哈。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ah Bao is roommate of emily. Er.. Known as pirated xj also. Haha. Please refer to Xj's blog for further information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2166578891865547487?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2166578891865547487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2166578891865547487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2166578891865547487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2166578891865547487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/peep.html' title='Peep'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SmhetYvtVII/AAAAAAAAAKo/-NXKge2pUvU/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7661604726585104327</id><published>2009-07-23T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:04:18.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>首先，我真的很感谢祝福我生日快乐的朋友们。祝福，收到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为习惯在Matric迟睡早起，所以到了17/7凌晨12点，我都还未睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听着讯息的到来，真的很欣慰。感谢朋友们的细心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;双修朋友：&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;br /&gt;凡&lt;br /&gt;家燕&lt;br /&gt;Ceci&lt;br /&gt;Ah Fah&lt;br /&gt;Leong&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bin&lt;br /&gt;Dionne&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;美君&lt;br /&gt;Jac&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Sheun&lt;br /&gt;清怡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KML：&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chin&lt;br /&gt;张敬哲&lt;br /&gt;黄得凯&lt;br /&gt;Adeline Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;育源朋友：&lt;br /&gt;曾建荣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to Face :&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;br /&gt;Leong Ann Tsun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在facebook写祝福给我的人，谢啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只能说，你们记性有够好的。说真的，其实一封讯息就够了。是真的足够的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7661604726585104327?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7661604726585104327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7661604726585104327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7661604726585104327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7661604726585104327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks_23.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6925959938815268964</id><published>2009-07-22T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:40:38.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbour</title><content type='html'>今天，考完数学，一直觉得很无聊。很想抓Emily陪我看戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我知道她肯定在睡。所以就自己在看恶心的戏。有够赞的啦那套戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论在恶心方面还有故事方面。赞！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃完饭，因为没有水太久了，所以我就去看看Emily还有阿宝洗澡了没。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果就听见Emily说“说曹操，曹操就到。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯？在说我什么啊？原来是说我今天下午吃雪糕吃到她们那里去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。就无聊嘛。反正没事干。原来阿宝又看见我，我还以为她还在梦游咧。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我回了房，换了衣服，就又跑回Emily的房间里去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我习惯性地站在墙壁隔壁。阿宝瞄了瞄我，又继续和Emily聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然之间，我看到Emily看着前面说她不会觉得孤单哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这句话让我真的一头雾水的。在说我哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来我看见Emily望了过来。结果我看见一个以吓倒的状态，整个弹起来。还加上一声超尖的“阿！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈。超好玩的啦！！原来Emily没有发现我。我还以为她发现了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily还跟她睡着觉的室友说对不起。哈哈。真的好好玩哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耶？我几时变成那么爱闹的？不管了。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听阿宝说，这是第一次Emily被吓倒大声尖叫。以前都只不过吓一跳。哇...有这么经典哦？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后，她就这样被我和阿宝嘲笑。哈哈。真的超扯的啦。我会记得她当时的反应。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那儿玩了很久很久，也一样被Emily气得快要气死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于要回房间了。当我坐下要看一看书的时候，忽然我听见门开了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看了看，是Emily。还蹲在地上。还在笑哦。傻的哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来她本来是要鬼鬼祟祟地来吓我。可是在我出去洗手的时候，她以为我发现了她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我并没有。所以她就这样一路笑一路走到了我的房间。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好失败的吓人哦。超逊的。哈哈。就这样我的房间被Emily和阿宝参观。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们一直说很Harmony。阿是有哦？不觉得咧。我挺不喜欢我的房间的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重点是！我的床还被Emily拍了下来。猪头。我自己都还没有拍耶。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来有认识的邻居，日子可以过得那么好笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管。明天考完试。肯定要抓Emily陪我看恐怖片。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6925959938815268964?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6925959938815268964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6925959938815268964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6925959938815268964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6925959938815268964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/neighbour.html' title='Neighbour'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2891880264315641331</id><published>2009-07-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:39:55.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>15/7是我在Matric的第一次考试的最后一天。考完之后，就收到Leong的讯息说outing。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇~有够快。肯定出的啦。我已经困了一个月了。想闷死我哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我就抓Emily去outing。我觉得自己超强的，竟然可以抓到Emily这只趴趴熊去outing。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是在我看到她那么累的样子，就觉得很对不起她。剥夺了她的睡觉时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然被迫穿着baju kurung出外，可是在困了那么久之后，真的想解脱一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于到了该回去的时间了。回到去，算了。本该就知道。没有水。觉得自己超黏的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了晚上，gathering的时间到了。刚开始的时候，大家都在聊天。而且还是分成一组一组在聊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Ckk和Emily是一组的。都只是得凯和得胜在煮饭。好好的孪生兄弟。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来Mr Ding带头玩游戏。一个用卡并且考反应的游戏。我不懂叫什么名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有机会的话，肯定教大家玩。哈哈。新年应该有机会吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚开始的时候只是欣倪在玩，后来看得我手痒。所以就下场了。Emily和Ckk也跟着来玩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇...Emily玩得有够激动的。总结，Bio People反应都比较慢厚？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得有一轮Mr Ding试图sabotage游戏。可是Emily默默地在旁边赢了。超好笑的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以玩阴的，是不好的行为。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连着这个游戏，我们还玩了心脏病、杀手还有一个不懂是什么名字的游戏，可是很熟悉就对了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说真的，这些游戏挺闷的。因为我玩习惯了。没有刺激。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有觉得心脏病这个游戏的名字很杀呢？有没有很想玩的感觉？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实...它就是传说中的“盖棉被”。Form 3玩到腻。可是我还是很想念那时候的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刺激太多了吧？哈哈。指甲战。虽然这次还是有被指甲戳。可是还好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们在玩着杀手游戏的时候，忽然Lat捧着蛋糕走进来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Happy birthday to you.. Happy birthday to you.. Happy birthday to Zhong yin. Happy birthday to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。Teck Kai问了我一句，有感动吗？对不起哦。没有耶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更该感动的，我都觉得还好。这种程度，我就觉得感动，应该是很对不起我以前的朋友们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也忘了谁问我说，惊喜吗？我说没有。Leong就帮我说，年年都这样过，惊喜才怪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耶？对厚。挺有道理的。可是上一年，我真的被Leong，Chu，Dionne吓倒。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实不是没有惊喜，而是败点在Ckk那里。一直跟Mr Ding借lighter就算了哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还无端端跟Mr Ding出外面。拜托。白痴也猜得到吧。何况我这么聪明的？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在分蛋糕的时候，大家都和我说生日快乐。谢谢哦。呵呵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是得凯有帮我说“仲未啦”。哈哈。是真的还没有。可是还是很感谢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会记得有一个人没有和我说生日快乐哦。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经以为今年的生日会自己买个cupcake，点只蜡烛地过。可是并没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有机会真的要试试。超好玩的啦。有种沧桑的孤独感。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起Leong说的，年年都这样过，惊喜才怪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3，虽然Snow说漏了嘴。可是我依然意外我收到一件这样的衣服。应该是出之Ceci，Snow，Yean的手笔吧？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4，是我反客就不用说了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5，是我受过最最多礼物的一年。虫帮就送超多的。我还收着。哈哈。ceci，你的饼干应该老早就消化掉了吧？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友们，真的真的真的真的真的真的很感谢你们陪我走过中学这段时间。我不管其中是甜的、酸的、苦的还是辣的。我也不管我的回忆到底是否真的很特别。我也不管我是不是以我的回忆自命不凡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一切我都不在乎。我只是知道，这一切都是我珍惜着的。这一切对我来说都是很特别了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢哦！我真的超爱你们的。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2891880264315641331?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2891880264315641331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2891880264315641331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2891880264315641331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2891880264315641331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4458587706458477944</id><published>2009-07-20T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:11:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit of Sibu</title><content type='html'>最近，我觉得Sibu有一个习惯。就是喊别人的名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天当我走着去TM吃午餐的时候，我忽然听见很大声的“仲颖！！”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我吓倒，我以为Emily的声音有那么厉害，从四楼传下来还那么大声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果翻回头才发觉原来是晶晶。跟她打了招呼，就继续我的午餐路途。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上，我无聊逛到Emily的房间。看她是否又没有洗澡。因为一整天都没有水。恐怖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果...她告诉了我一件事情。她说她去我们zone的厕所的时候，有一种冲动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冲动想要喊我的名字。因为我房间那一排，3间房门都是开的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而她又不知道我住哪一间。她就在想，这样喊，我应该听得见吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是后来就怕糗所以她没有喊。哈哈。有够搞笑的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸好她没有喊。因为我一整天清醒的时间不是很多。应该会发生没人回应的局面。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*TM是我们college的其中一间cafe。夹在block C和block D中间。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;晶晶 is friend of mine that get to know at christian gathering. Live in the same block with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4458587706458477944?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4458587706458477944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4458587706458477944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4458587706458477944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4458587706458477944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/habit-of-sibu.html' title='Habit of Sibu'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7973067954049624028</id><published>2009-07-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:04:04.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name</title><content type='html'>今天，应该是接近考试吧。4课里面有3课没有上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前2课是因为英文lecturer需要personal counseling。所以空闲的人都在聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后一堂呢，就是大家都觉得很闷的数学tutorial。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个lecturer是真的有够闷的。而且我不是很喜欢他的风格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还记得在放学的时候，我和我的classmate喊得有够大声地。爽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在英文lecturer在personal counseling，我和我的classmate提议说，我们去外面走走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她也是一个好动的人，所以就一起走。而我的英文lecturer也很好玩。让我们出去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们就这样走啊走的。在lab和tutorial class附近逛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我遇见很多人，Leong,Lat,Ckk,Emily。哇...全都集中在这儿哦？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我走着楼梯下楼的时候，我忽然听见一把很大的声音，“仲颖！！！”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇～有必要那么大声吗？望回头，原来是欣倪和Leong和Melody。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喊的那个是欣倪。哇...不怕糗哦？Leong她们和欣倪是隔壁班的。好羡慕哦。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后再走啊走啊的。我遇见Lat。就拍了拍他的肩膀，之后就假装走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果他在我后面很大声地叫“阿颖～～”。又另一个傻的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直没有反应。直到之后我翻回头，看见他在骂我。哈哈。活该，谁叫他叫我不喜欢的名字那么大声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实两个故事都有内幕。Lat是因为他的classmate和我去同一个fellowship。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;里面，得凯最爱叫我阿颖了，所以lat也死38地学，因为他的classmate问我的名字是什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong那边最令我zadao。在晚餐的时候，我问Leong，她和欣倪是不是傻的。喊我的名字喊到那么大声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果Leong就跟我说，刚开始的时候，她和Melody在喊我的名字，我没有反应。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为欣倪站在Leong她们的隔壁，欣倪听见Leong她们喊我的名字，就很兴奋地说，“我也认识她哦！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是因为这样，欣倪就喊我名字喊到有够大声地。哇...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有够zadao的吧。我也认识她？ =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，我整个人就改变形象。有够38的。除了我刚刚睡醒还是一整天没说过话，不然其它时候，都挺38的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也觉得自己很不正常。可是无所谓阿。一年吧了嘛。开心就好。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7973067954049624028?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7973067954049624028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7973067954049624028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7973067954049624028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7973067954049624028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2022072275456464341</id><published>2009-07-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:02:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>乌龙</title><content type='html'>一大早的，就是上Che的lecture，在DK 1。我迟到了一点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;深怕没有位置坐。我可不想坐前面咧。闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸好最后面的位置还有很多。有够幸运的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer到了。但是她在乔乔乔的。不懂在干嘛。应该是系统又有问题了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐在后头有点冷。我简直快要整个缩进我的制服，baju kurung里了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;照惯例，我依然在玩我的手机。反正我也不听书的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然之间，我听见了一把男人的声音透过麦克风出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇唠。有visitor哦？在哪里在哪里？不要在后面耶。我还要玩手机的咧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然间我看见我的lecturer在笑。耶？看着我的同学们的反应，怪怪的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我就发送讯息给Leong，“What lesson your are having now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一边在等，一边在听那把男声在说些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讯息到了。“Math.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就立刻回说，“DK 2 ah? Eh..I heard what your lecturer teaching le. Your lecturer took the wrong mic ah? Haha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。有够爆笑的。Lecturer在DK 2教书，我们DK 1竟然可以透过麦克风听见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们还有回应呢。Leong的Lecturer问，结果我们整班都回答Ya~~~。关我们屁事啊？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong的Lecturer声音有点闷。可是Leong说好好笑得他。或许吧。我没有上过。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的有够好笑的耶。虽然DK 1和DK 2有够近，可是不曾听到过对面在上些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是就因为这样小小的意外...而且还是有认识的人在里头。有够扯的啦。简直搞笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次有这样的经验。Leong也想试下。等咯。可能到我们的lecturer拿错mic呢。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DK = Dewan kuliah (Lecture hall)&lt;br /&gt;BT = Bilik Tutorial (Tutorial class)&lt;br /&gt;MF = Makmal Fizik (Physic Laboratory)&lt;br /&gt;MK = Makmal Kimia (Chemistry Laboratory)&lt;br /&gt;MB = Makmal Biologi (Biology Laboratory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里都是马来文的啦。看到有够不爽的。算了。谁叫我读政府呢？谁叫我领了别人RM1250呢？&lt;br /&gt;领了钱还不甘愿。哈哈。算了。我已经改变了。或许来这里是一个明智的选择吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2022072275456464341?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4458914937430137159</id><published>2009-07-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:59:44.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>我很开心，因为在这儿认识不少的华人。全部都是在Christian Gathering认识的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emily -&lt;br /&gt;Sibu人&lt;br /&gt;Sains Fizikal&lt;br /&gt;Ckk的groupmate/classmate。很高的一个女生。170cm。看见我和Sharon（后解）在比高时，high的要命。&lt;br /&gt;和朋友说话的时候，可是很active。和不熟的人，反应很呆。其实我想是和我而已。哈哈。应该是我说话速度比较快。&lt;br /&gt;可是后来我发觉，她讲话速度也蛮快的。应该是我每次都在打扰她在想事情吧。&lt;br /&gt;很莫名其妙的一个人，很难捕捉。有点像还未改变之前的我。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;既然我们曾经是同一种人，应该可以混熟。嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;和我住同一栋楼，还是同一层。可是我是最近才发觉的。还是一个很偶然的机会发现的。&lt;br /&gt;有人记得Orange吗？绝对superstar那个。Emily给我一种Orange的感觉。可是越看越不像。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sharon -&lt;br /&gt;Sibu人&lt;br /&gt;Sains Hayat&lt;br /&gt;Emily的好朋友。很爱和Emily吵架。最近才发现。几乎是吵不停。&lt;br /&gt;她比Emily还要高。你看见她们两个走在一起，你绝对会有一种很壮观的感觉。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;想知道她多高吗？比我还要高耶。Emily说的。开始的时候，我还以为我比她高。可是Sharon坚持说我们一样高。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;Sharon是一个比外表看起来，拥有更多精彩地方的人。平时就不是很静也不是很吵。&lt;br /&gt;可是加了Emily，就绝对产生一些不同的火花。两个人都可以变成不同的人。强吧？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;Sharon很爱耍人。看着她玩游戏，真的觉得她有够皮的。比Emily还要皮。&lt;br /&gt;重点，Sharon离开了这里。去了Maktab。希望有机会再见吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 得凯 -&lt;br /&gt;Sibu人&lt;br /&gt;Sains Fizikal&lt;br /&gt;是双胞胎的哥哥。很Friendly。所以每次在玩游戏，都被别人针对。&lt;br /&gt;为什么搞得那么可怜啊？哈哈。笑得很可爱。听说，他是一个不错的男生。&lt;br /&gt;嗯...有待观察吧？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 得胜 -&lt;br /&gt;Sibu人&lt;br /&gt;Sains Fizikal&lt;br /&gt;是双胞胎的弟弟。和我同一个lecture group。可是最近才认识的。&lt;br /&gt;笑起来和哥哥一个样。可是声音一点都不一样。第一次遇见双胞胎拥有不一样的声音。惊讶。&lt;br /&gt;长得比哥哥帅。可是比起哥哥来说，超爱顶嘴的。让我想起了某人，可是我又忘了那某人是谁。嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 欣倪 -&lt;br /&gt;Sibu人&lt;br /&gt;Sains Hayat&lt;br /&gt;和Leong同一个lecture group。之前有花名，“第二Sok过个”。现在我比较喜欢叫她真名。&lt;br /&gt;笑起来很可爱。有酒涡。我也有。哈哈。很Friendly的一个人。每次见面，总是很热情地打招呼。&lt;br /&gt;记得刚认识她一个星期，她从老远就和我说“Hello”。可是当时我在sms，而且我没有想过有人和我打招呼。所以反应有点慢。&lt;br /&gt;跟得凯应该有仇。超爱针对他的耶。是发生过什么事吗？嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;反应整个就是慢。记得每次和她玩游戏的时候，几乎快要笑死。可是最近进步了，有那么想要报仇吗？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grace -&lt;br /&gt;Sabah,Papah&lt;br /&gt;Sains Hayat&lt;br /&gt;第一印象，很呆。看多几眼。Walao。Jac的翻版哦？侧脸有够像。可是是Jac的迷你版。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;很勤劳的一个人。我想，应该是无时无刻都在读书吧。戴眼镜肯定是因为读太多书。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;笑起来很可爱。每一次看到她和我打招呼的时候，我都很想捏她的脸说，“你好可爱啊！”哈哈。变态。&lt;br /&gt;马来文有够溜的。听见她说马来文的时候，我下巴几乎掉在地上了。好想问她说，你是马来婆哦？&lt;br /&gt;反应超快。跑得超快。有空问下她是不是运动员先。哇卡卡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实gathering里面有其它人。只是不大熟。不大了解。&lt;br /&gt;Ok loh..我承认我是视觉动物。先认识看起来比较引起我兴趣的嘛。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;有发觉很多Sibu人吗？其实还不只。超恐怖的。全跑过来了哦？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;认识他们了以后，我华语sarawak了。很难接受的事实。我不管。我一定要找一个会说广东话的人。&lt;br /&gt;Leong，“至Sok过个” 会不会讲广东话？哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4458914937430137159?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4458914937430137159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4458914937430137159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4458914937430137159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4458914937430137159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3870405863953245938</id><published>2009-07-18T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:59:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>离队</title><content type='html'>终于回到了家，忽然，发觉短短的两个月，改变了很多事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然回到家，没有陌生的感觉。可是好多习惯都已经改变了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被妈妈管束着，有点想发脾气。因为我已经习惯自由自在的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;习惯自己照着自己的时间表做事情，而不是被别人叫去做。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果习惯和我说华语的人，会发觉，我的口音改变了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的口音sarawakish了。我想是挺严重的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;严重到什么程度？我可以在说着广东话的时候，忽然蹦出一句很sarawak的华语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底什么是sarawak的华语？就是你平时绝对不会在sandakan听到的很华语的华语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟我们的华语本身就是很广东化的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚才听到Xj说ckk离队了，变了诗巫人。哇...这句话够震撼的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我其实也在担心着这个问题，因为回来之前，在matric的时候，我也是很多天没有看见leong她们了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我到最后会不会是第3个离队的人？（Xj也离队过，只不过她又归队了。Ckk是第一还第二阿？）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彼此的社交圈都不一样了。各自有各自的group朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我庆幸的是，我的group里，没有和我一起的朋友。不然，我想我也早就离队了吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后到底会是怎样阿？我真的不懂...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3870405863953245938?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3870405863953245938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3870405863953245938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3870405863953245938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3870405863953245938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='离队'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1615343068439949480</id><published>2009-07-18T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:05:44.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>在这儿定了下来，开始产生了遐想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼睛总是定不下来，总是四处瞄。无聊嘛。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总是有几个是不错的。反正不错我是不会说出口的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Matric的人不用乱猜。本人被搞过太多绯闻了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果还学不会如何自保的话，我就真的太逊了。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早，我很迟起。真的是很迟那个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我7.30am有课，计划是6.30am起身。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;的确是有在6.30am起身，可是我又躺回下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一躺，或许是太累了，所以完全没有清醒的意识。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我发梦了。很开心。因为我终于发梦了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我第二次在这儿发的梦。能想象吗？我来这儿也都一个半月了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发了一个悠悠的梦。一切都是淡淡的。我很喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;里头的人，感觉告诉我是认识的。可是，我却想不起来是谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样一直沉醉着梦里，直到我的旧室友叫我的中间室友起身。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她没有叫我，是因为她大概以为我8.30am课。而我的中间室友有贴课程表在墙上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我起身的时间就是7.05am。我吓傻了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我的行动依然很慢。因为忽然有一个念头想要迟到。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管我怎么慢，我还是早了。还占到一个很美的位子。嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天上英文，MUET Listening，lecturer让我们听歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那首歌，我很喜欢。很灵魂。很soul。让我想起今早的那个梦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌名是Dear Diary, Mocca。回家要下载看看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和lecturer拿。总觉得怪怪的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;已经没有那种很冲动要回家的感觉了。真糟糕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里总是很忙。我为了化学，完全冷淡了物理和数学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;考试也只剩下3个星期了。是时候把全部都追上管道了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里读书真的有够忙的。到底是谁怂恿我们进来的？有够想杀人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*中间室友的意思呢，就是她不是最早来，也不是最迟来的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为刚刚才来了一个新的室友。我的房间什么人都有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PST(Sains Hayat)[Malay], PST(Sains Fizikal)[Bumiputera Sabah],&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeator(Sains Fizikal)[Bumiputera Sarawak], PDT(Hayat + Fizikal)[Malay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDT = program dua tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeator = 1st year passed with conditions, then repeat. pointer, 1.5&lt;x&gt;&lt;2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PST = program satu tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayat = bio people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizikal = physic people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的什么人都有。唯独就是一个华人都没有。不爽是哇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个华人就好了嘛。竟然这样对我。嗨...无所谓。在房间我不大想说话。嘻嘻。&lt;/x&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1615343068439949480?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2784176052432420235</id><published>2009-07-18T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:03:44.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest day</title><content type='html'>今天，6月27日，一大早就要起身。因为，需要参加一个活动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宗旨是什么。我也不懂。我只知道需要参加。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我知道可以escape。待在这里越久，就开始懂什么活动是可以escape。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我决定参加的原因，是因为6.15am就要开始aerobic了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对。很orientation的感觉。我早上起来就有这样的感觉的。天依然是暗的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我居然有种恐惧的感觉。可是我依然挺早准备好的。虽然昨晚我12.30am才睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的roommate昨晚有在开party。从这里我就知道她今天不打算参加。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一大早的，aerobic。很闷。我还是喜欢上次带的那个男生，感觉比较有趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然收到一封信息，"Wa! U do a? So stupid o?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死人Lat。可是也没什么特别。又不是第一次。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerobic终于结束了。我们居然得知Fizikal Students需要去路边迎接来宾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X的。读phy就比较惨哦？我们要动哇。Bio的人爽爽在那边坐哇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后迎接了，更惨。依然是坐路边。X的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人家坐Dewan Mutiara，我们就坐Dataran Kawad。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人家坐Dataran Kawad，我们就坐路边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇...未来医生大完阿？不爽是哇。哼！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为Lat和我都察觉天气怪怪的，所以咱们决定坐在Dewan Mutiara的阴处。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;果不其然。下雨了。刚开始只是听到雨声。不管我怎么看，地上都是没有雨水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是人都开始跑了。刚开始，还是一些在跑，一些在淋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻的咩？当然到最后还是走完了。可是我和Lat依然很爽地在看戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Lat都说，报应啦。天都帮我们。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且我都忘了是什么情况下，我们说因为读Phy的，可以预测天气。所以不用淋雨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而Bio的人呢，如果被雨淋了，生病了，回家医自己。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Lat就这样站在Dewan Mutiara外，看别人淋雨跑过来。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们看到挺多的。最搞笑的是最Sok那个戴着帽子跑过来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戴帽子无所谓，干嘛戴个中间有洞的阿？超爆笑的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然之间，看见很像Jac的女生，淋雨跑过来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就因为我和Fah赌的Mocha。说了很久，都好像没有进展。不管了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的不懂哪里来的勇气，我和她说她头发湿了。然后我offer tissue给她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她很悻然接受啊。哈哈。之后我告诉Fah说，Mocha已经在我袋子了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还把整个过程告诉他，他说我吃错药。管他的。Mocha为重。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我们见到Ckk。幸好他见到我们，不然他就要进Dewan受那种热气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我orientation受够了。算了吧。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我忽然之间看见一个瓶子静静地站在Dataran Kawad上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就告诉他们说，忙着逃忙，水壶都忘了带。哈哈。Lat还去拍照。没力是哇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;落难后之遗留？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于等到散场了。忽然Xj来一记很吓人的举动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她看见Cvy走过，她竟然忽然间喊：“你很像我化学老师哦！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇唠。我没想过她会那么做神经病的哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接着不懂为什么我们忽然决定去“Home”吃。应该是吃闷了“TM”了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我们又再一次看见Jac。Ckk说：“Ui?Jac o. No!Grace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。他认真说No的那个样子。超搞笑。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道他一定在怪我影响他。整天说Jac。可是我是叫她Grace的耶。我又没有叫Jac。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后Xj就：“哪里哦？哪里哦？” “Du...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“有点像。” “什么有点哦。超像的好不好。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我笑了笑，挥了挥手说：“Hi.” 结果我被回于一个很Jac的笑容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然，“UI!!!很像哦！！！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X的。很像就很像啦。Xj，你有必要那么大声吗？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还很像看见Jac看过来。超糗的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次我看到Grace(pirated jac)，她都会和我笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是那个每一次，搞得很想...捏她的脸，然后大声喊：“Jac！！我好掛住你啊！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有很变态吗？哈哈。可是Cvy就没有那样的感觉。大概是因为关系不一样吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个朋友，一个老师。不可能我会想去捏老师的脸吧？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天真的遇到很多认识的人。忽然之间听到最Sok说了一个名字，晶晶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我才察觉她在。就跟她打招呼。我也瞄到站在晶晶后面的女生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我们堆里，唯一认识晶晶的人，就是我和Ckk了。Leong除外。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ui。晶晶哦。” “Ui.是哦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你看耶。后面那个女生是不是琳琳哦？”　“哪里是哦？琳琳比较sok啦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“琳琳来的啦。女生绑头发跟放头发不一样的哦。”　“不是喔。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我就一直看着晶晶直到她看见我为止。结果她后面那个女生也跟我打招呼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哪！都讲是琳琳的啦。”　“你又知？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“她跟我打招呼哦。不然？” “哇...用不用差这样远哦？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“都讲得啦。不信哇。” 其实我怀疑ckk在想念某个很像橙子的人。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了上课时间，或许是机缘巧合还是怎样。Fah的第二杯mocha又快要掉进我的口袋了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。换了两间lecture hall。依然是跟同一个人坐。是怎样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只能说，Mocha mocha mocha。哈哈。稳赢的嘛。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一整天，都处于超级高兴的状态。即使后来的麻烦，有点扫兴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是无所谓，我过了一个完美的3/4天。一点点挫折是影响不了我的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，我被Lat说我在集邮。因为我每天都在找那些名字或花名被我们挂在嘴边的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还去数谁看了，谁没看到。有像集邮吗？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是说真的，我看最Sok那个看到闷了咯。一天遇个6　7次。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且还跟我住同一zone。虽然不同层。闷倒。我需要新鲜感。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2784176052432420235?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2784176052432420235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2784176052432420235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2784176052432420235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2784176052432420235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiest-day.html' title='Happiest day'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6453309900026598325</id><published>2009-06-12T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:24:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motive</title><content type='html'>好不容易，我在这儿找到了读书的动力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然只是一课化学，可是天晓得那对我来说，是多么地重要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我决定了，如果星期四有时间，就和Ckk去meeting。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听到Ckk就知道是什么聚会啦。基督教的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有那么爱吗？答案是绝对没有。我只不过是想要认识Mr Ding而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯...也或许最后被影响吧。无所谓啦。从一个叛逆的基督教变顺从吧了嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得Ckk有一次被我唬得以冷眼一愣的。想到就觉得好笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情况是这样的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shh! Shh! Shh!” “Ui?” 双修的人依然很爱Shh!地叫人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对我来说，是因为我不是四周围那么KML。有够讨厌这里的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“刚刚上完课？” “是哦。” 往食堂走去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“耶。你昨天下午是不是有Chemistry Lecture?” “嗯...很像有。Ui?很像有。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“看Jadual耶。” “嗯。有哦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“是不是下午一点？” “Ui?!你又知的？你怎样知的哦？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哈哈。神算。哈哈。” “...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我昨天遇到你的Lecturer啦。” “你又知是我？你不给是tutorial? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“=.= tutorial不是我咯。” “你不给是其它？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“一个讲师只是负责一个tutorial，一个lecture和一个lab的。” “哦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ckk说你又知的的时候样子有够搞笑。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和一个讲师说早安，而且是在1pm的时候。我没有印象的话，我强！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在向着我想认识的人迈进着。可是我想我不会主动去认识翻版Cvy吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有够呆的。可是为了我的成绩着想，Mr Ding和 Miss Tay，是一定要的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*我的tutor是Miss Tay。Ckk的lecturer是Miss Tay。所以是同一个人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6453309900026598325?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6453309900026598325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6453309900026598325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6453309900026598325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6453309900026598325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/motive.html' title='Motive'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2432899697979481188</id><published>2009-06-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:19:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Sok</title><content type='html'>今天我又成功地骗了Ckk，整个就是爽的感觉。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说，Lat一直很想去遇那个“最正那个”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我们3个Phy ppl就在别人Bio ppl的考场坐着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到最后人潮越来越涌，就赶紧走人。因为每个人都当我们是怪物似的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没看过Phy ppl阿？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我们就那么恰巧在转弯处遇见“最正那个”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我叫Lat站到她隔壁去。又不敢。没种。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我们又看见“Cvy”和Lyf的男朋友，Danny。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为Phy ppl总是特别空闲。所以我们又继续在吹水了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说到现在，我都不知道“Cvy”住哪里。虽然她和我住同一栋楼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也告诉Ckk说，“最正那个”我就知道住哪里。只因为我每次晾衣服都会见到她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下就是我们的对话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“住对面哦。你说近不近？”　“住对面很远的喔。怎样看哦？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“对面哦。有几远哦？” “很远哦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“有几远哦？对面哦！” “我对面是厕所。” =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你住哪里哦？T什么？” “T4。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“点什么？” “25哦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哦。我住24。25对着厕所嘛。24在你隔壁。对面有人住的。” “哦.........”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= 哦这样久。“近不近？” “近哦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“可是我忘记告诉你，我住T3，她住Ground Floor。哈哈哈哈。” “...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来Ckk生气了。是真的生气了。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我又看见一个男生很像Humphrey的。可是走路的姿势不像，所以我不肯定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那死无聊Lat走去大声喊“HUMPHREY!!”。结果证实是他。他竟然是Bio的。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后Lat就说Humphrey住我家附近。从这里我证实Ckk生气了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哇...这样你不是和Humphrey很熟？” “我都不跟他讲话的。我都不想认识他。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“住那么近的你不想认识？！住你房间对面而且还是4层楼分别的你又想认识？！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。有必要那么气吗Ckk。真好耍。下次再骗下他先。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的超好骗的啦。还是我说故事的次序真的太赞了？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*这里的房间有编号。T代表tingkat。我的房间是T3.24。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以点后面就是房间的号码。不会blurr了吧？哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2432899697979481188?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2432899697979481188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2432899697979481188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2432899697979481188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2432899697979481188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/most-sok.html' title='Most Sok'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-770517457856197850</id><published>2009-06-12T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:08:23.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>认识的人</title><content type='html'>今天，我有点早到Dewan Kuliah去。所以只得罚站了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然之间，我在转身之际，发觉我的组长站在我隔壁。我吓了一跳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我又摆回我自个儿的姿势。可是他忽然和我说话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你想认识谁？” “哈？没有啊。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后他就一直说没有没有，仿佛问了我一个不恰当的问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我过了一会，就问说，“为什么你这样问的？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“没有啊。因为总是看你静静的。” “哦。没有啦。习惯了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。我的组长果然搞笑。觉得我会搞自闭哦？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里可以交好朋友的机会很低很低。既然是萍水相逢，我就不想浪费太多时间经营。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说真的，这里有些人我是挺想认识的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首推我的Chemistry Tutor，Miss Tay。她真的很有Madam Teresa的感觉。超受不了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且她的神秘感很重。虽然她总是笑笑的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暂时来说，她还是我认识的Lecturer当中，最强的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;次推，就是一个在Orientation Seminar当中，性格很让我震撼的Mr Ding。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对心理和性格总是很有兴趣。而Mr Ding就完完全全引起了我的兴趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有种很渴望分析他性格和风格的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而最后我有兴趣认识的就是很像Cvy的一个学生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;光想象，你绝对想不到她真的有那么像Cvy。几乎每个角度看都很像。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么会有那么像的人啊？真的很想跑去问她是不是姓Chang的。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被我称为Killer的Miss Tay，我今天很莫名其妙就遇到她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始，有些惊讶。因为我不曾预估过我会遇见她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为在这儿，要遇见认识的人真的很难。3000+个人耶。是到底需要缘分阿？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这儿上课了３个星期，我偶然遇见Leong，Xj，Lat，Ckk的次数全都只是二。有够难遇的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离题了。遇见Miss Tay之际，我呆了一会，之后就和她微笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她果然很Teresa。可是我和Madam Teresa打招呼一定不只是微笑。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既然是面对面走着，一定会擦身而过的嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时我说了一句，“Morning Miss Tay.”　之后我就看了看手表。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the!　１pm耶。我怎么会忘记自己是去吃午餐的阿？有够糗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时我第一个念头就是想撞向隔壁的柱子去。MORNING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗨...算了吧。自己白痴。What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dewan Kuliah = Lecture Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-770517457856197850?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/770517457856197850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=770517457856197850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/770517457856197850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/770517457856197850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_12.html' title='认识的人'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6471659290554467319</id><published>2009-06-10T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:34:22.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Yean, Asy &amp; Ceci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cheek.. but I like to kiss ear. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did u feel when u woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shocked. I woke up at 7.10am and I got class at 8am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sour cream I think. Cant rmb la. Seldom take photo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ya. But in front of friends? no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no way. seems scary looking at the blood flowing out of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- death is grief. So, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wat does your last text msg said?&lt;br /&gt;- Not I chuen ok? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Many homework. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely. Madam Teresa &amp; Miss Chong. NOT TIAM LA ME!! My phy, math, che. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Servay? Parkwell? No idea. I know I bought it specially for matric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- er.. suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- biscuit people? Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN lucky person to do the quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Asy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ceci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ckk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lyf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Xj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tan. Yer.. she again? Ans dou oso nyiak jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no. 3 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Female? No la.. male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no. 7 and no. 1 get together, would it be a good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reali? Cant imagine at all. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Wat was no. 1 study about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- business &amp; accounting at Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time u chatted with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- er.. 1 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- er.. I think is single. Is it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cute girl. Sometimes mature sometimes like kid. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you thnk no. 3 and no. 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- really? So gay? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no. 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a girl that having many pink news. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will u do if no.6 and no. 7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- er.. ask no.6 to stop. But I think he will stop on his own. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure.. she is way too 38. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO THIS TAG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WOULD BE REALLY INTERESTING. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6471659290554467319?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6471659290554467319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6471659290554467319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6471659290554467319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6471659290554467319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3034669593613204488</id><published>2009-06-09T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:14:38.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I appreciate it a lot</title><content type='html'>First of all, I wanna thanks my friends for such supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be my memorable and funny experience for asking my friends to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Asy, Ceci, Cvk, Fah, and Yean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, we will just open our blog and check who successfully make the dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who did the least spend the most a big meal. Deal? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xj, I m waiting for you to write yours. But I know you stucking in Matric, I will just wait. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that I cant open c-box in my college. I wonder why. I have to answer my friends in blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceci and Fah is such mercenary. Earn many money wa. =.= Nvm. 10 years later, rich people spend poor people meal. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yean have so so so many dreams. You better choose the 3 that easier to do d. If not, 10 years later you will have to spend me meal. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asy is such a rich person. Once half year or 3 months then wanna travel. =.= So much expences. Nvm. Just follow your desire. You can do it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cvk, I hope you can be the first scientist with such memorable love story. Science and Love seems like a weird combination. 10 years later. remember to prove to me that love and science have a deal. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams part ended. Next go tag. I hope to do it d.. But see lar. If saturday or sunday i free then i just go Leong's room and do it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yean, who is XOXO o? Dont say nick eh. I m no longer in SDK. T.T Feel that myself is really outdated. BORED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ceci for saying I m such a nice friend. How nice first? Haha. Sorry for being emo. Changing ba. Sincerely. Haha. Having relationship with you? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asy, yeah, I'm still single. One day, we exchange secret, k? Er.. 100 years later? Haha. Miss you so much. Australia ok? How's life there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fah, do your tag eh. Lazy d o. Haha. Thanks for using my condition to comfort yourself not to scold Celcom wo. Haha. 1 year later i will be the one who use Celcom. Wait la.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS!! ATTENTION!! My birthday is 17 july. I m not asking you to give me present cause I have already received. But I will be back the day after my birthday, that's 18 July. I got 2 weeks holiday. Wahaha.. Excited bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asy, free to chat with me in msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceci, free to play viwawa with me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cvk and Yean, free to let sour cream and leong visit you all at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fah, wait la you. Order for chocolate wa. YOU GENG! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I will have to bring at least 10 packs of chocolate back to SDK. I wonder custom will let me pass or not. If no.. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3034669593613204488?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3034669593613204488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3034669593613204488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3034669593613204488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3034669593613204488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-appreciate-it-lot.html' title='I appreciate it a lot'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6117413927981614864</id><published>2009-06-07T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:30:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Dreams</title><content type='html'>我读了九把刀的书后，我很想问我的朋友一个问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我们现在要挖一个洞，你需要写3个梦想在纸上，再放进洞里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的梦想必须很实际，因为十年之后，我们会再把洞挖开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到时候，你需要大声朗读你的梦想。证明你的实现能力有够。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就先说我自己的吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.买一个Tiffany的戒指给自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.买一对Tiffany项链给自己和我爱的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.和我爱的人开开心心地在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得第一和第二比较简单，第三嘛，很难说了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fah还叫我嫁给一个叫Tiffany的男生。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没办法啊。我真的很喜欢它们的作品。有女生不喜欢饰品的吗？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯...十年后，我会再次看这个部落格，看看我的梦想是否实现了。 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友么，你呢？你的梦想又是什么？有把握实现吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你觉得有一种感动，就写一篇3个梦想的部落格吧。嘻嘻。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6117413927981614864?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6117413927981614864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6117413927981614864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6117413927981614864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6117413927981614864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-dreams.html' title='3 Dreams'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1901857259009773155</id><published>2009-06-07T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:29:47.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>少了你的我，很颓废。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许外表看不出。可是我晓得，我真的颓废。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;已经一年没什么用的右脑，现在发挥地很淋漓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;值得开心吗？我只知道我很伤心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我整天沉醉在九把刀的文笔里，以及我在追看的影集。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想再被我的右脑完全掌控了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我是一个靠左脑吃饭的人。右脑只是辅助。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我的感觉真的很难形容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即不是空虚，也不是没精神。总之我找不到任何形容词去形容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是...我总觉得，我少了一些东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仿佛遗失了很久很久。可是也很像不是很久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直努力地去寻找。我却不懂该在哪里找起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在只能盼望，你真的帮助我。而且你愿意帮助我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1901857259009773155?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1901857259009773155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1901857259009773155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1901857259009773155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1901857259009773155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8003217860114625294</id><published>2009-06-07T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:28:32.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可悲</title><content type='html'>我真的觉得自己很可悲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾经为了一句话，猛啃物理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾经为了兴趣，每天疯狂地做高级数学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾经为了一个念头，努力试图找出化学的pattern。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾经为了一个人，奋力在生物上进步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是自从我来了Matrik。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我每天依然准时上课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我每天依然把功课做完。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我每天依然专心上课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我每天依然努力摘下笔记。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，天才晓得，我这些依然都很空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管我做什么，我都觉得自己少了一些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这一些什么是我的分数的关键。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很尽力地去找，但是我找不着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以让我听一听你的声音吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许你写些句子给我也行。我真的不想在这里栽了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有剩下多少时间去实现我的梦想。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8003217860114625294?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8003217860114625294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8003217860114625294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8003217860114625294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8003217860114625294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='可悲'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4834646922144123014</id><published>2009-06-07T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:26:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>我真的很想问，如果你拍拖，你会不断地发送简讯吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问了Ckk和Lat。Lat的答案是，我当然不会做这样的事情啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ckk就说现在不会啦。怎么知道以后会改变呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对厚。怎么知道以后会不会改变呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是对我来说，我是不会啦。因为总觉得会腻的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很爱计划的我，现在已经想好了。哇哈哈。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想彼此都应该忙着彼此的事情吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以...一天不需要发送太多简讯。早上起床一封，晚上睡觉一封。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其他的时间，一小时才一封也无所谓。偶尔打打电话也不错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟我真的很喜欢声音，听了，有一种温暖的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会不会想太远了呢？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是说真的，有时距离是恒久的秘诀。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4834646922144123014?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4834646922144123014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4834646922144123014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4834646922144123014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4834646922144123014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1718697649152614661</id><published>2009-06-07T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:21:23.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>最近，我总有一种怪怪的感觉。就是，我没感觉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多事情，我认为我该伤心，心痛。可是...我没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直在想，逻辑上，我不是该失望的吗？可是我很平静。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是应该觉得心痛的吗？可是我依然很平静。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想问自己，你的nerve是坏了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是进了这里，我开始感觉不到任何事情？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一天都只是跟着schedule做一些该做的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起身，刷牙，吃早餐，换衣服，上课，小休，上课，午餐，上课，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下课，洗澡，洗衣，看戏，晚餐，聊天，做功课，看戏，刷牙，睡觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是我每天都做必要并重复的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我丝毫感觉不到任何变化。或许这就是我感觉坏掉的原因吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我再也感觉不到忧伤，心痛，忧愁了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直跟随着我的负面情绪快要离开我了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该怎么办？我觉得那是我性格之一耶。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我从这儿毕业了，我从此就成为一个很numb的人，我该给什么反应？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;气愤？开心？不舍得？无奈？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我依然不知道。真的是太糟糕了。我将失去我自豪的特色之一。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迈向一个麻痹的旅程。=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1718697649152614661?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718697649152614661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1718697649152614661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1718697649152614661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1718697649152614661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3767049678621795921</id><published>2009-06-07T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:20:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Ass</title><content type='html'>今天，无聊的时候，开了一首歌，Tears in Heaven来听。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然之间想到，Lyf曾经誓言说她一定会进Matrik。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是现在Sour Cream全都在这儿。就只欠她了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也一样，曾经誓言我一定读Form 6。可是但选择来临，我却离开了Form 6。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到现在，我都不懂是不是一个正确的选择。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为在这里，我只是做了我底线该做的。做完功课，交，就算了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我甚至比我Form 4都不如。那时，我是one step further。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我总是温习我喜欢的科目。可是我知道我痞子的样子，遮盖了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以很多人都认为，我只是天生对某些事情敏感。而不是我努力换来的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发觉我把一切都遗漏在双修了。我的动力，我的回忆，我的归宿感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许，我在这里的开头，都不错。挺多lecturer都记得我的名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应该是我很好认吧。名字也很容易记。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也有lecturers主动和我聊天。我只能说我走狗屎运。遇到3个山打根的lecturer。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也3个都是华人。有必要那么巧吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天有lecturer和我说，这里的教导方式，比双修差。所以不要期待太深。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯...尽量吧。在这里总是需要活下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也问了那位lecturer很多问题。好爽的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好久都没有问“为什么?""不是这样咩？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那种感觉很好。还是广东话那个。Ok ba.哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to kiss lecturers' asses here. So damn hate this kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.. 1 year only. Then I can meet with my friends in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH~! Shopping. The first thing i wanna buy is iPod, then.. many branded clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha.. Think few steps further already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my only hope to survive in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3767049678621795921?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3767049678621795921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3767049678621795921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3767049678621795921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3767049678621795921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-ass.html' title='Kiss Ass'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7582879737225740528</id><published>2009-06-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:18:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot</title><content type='html'>天黑了，我静静地站在房间外。夜已晚，所以特别宁静。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平时的忙碌，已不复所见。早上常闻的关门声，消失了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家，都必须为明天的课，养足精神。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仔细探察，还是会发现有少许的人在聊天嬉笑。也有少许的人在做功课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宿舍外的天，和宿舍成反比。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宿舍总是亮着光，而天空却显得那么地暗黑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暗黑的天空，你无法看见一颗星。一颗也没办法发现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空的黑，和我平时所见的，完全不一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里的天空，似乎是带着神秘色彩的黑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜空总是为我带来平静，而这里的夜空，带来的却只是恐惧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迷失的恐惧。是不是我下意识的抗拒？我不懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天将会有更多的学生进来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Fah说，Those idiots are coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对啊。很愚蠢。包括我自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我从没称呼过我自己Idiot。只因为我很self-centered和ego。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是这次我不得不这样称呼自己。把自己放进Hell，不是idiot是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望更多朋友的到来，可以让自己觉得自己不再是idiot。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7582879737225740528?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7582879737225740528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7582879737225740528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7582879737225740528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7582879737225740528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/idiot.html' title='Idiot'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7574430141804763958</id><published>2009-06-07T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:17:25.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>很难得的，我们有3天的假期。老实说，我没有试过那么期待假期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前的我很讨厌假日以及周末。因为，假期见不到朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且周末的补习特别恐怖。一直都是连续的。所以我不喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是现在？我们一直在倒数上课的星期。现在都只剩7个星期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接下来就是我们的UPS，之后就放假了。耶！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次那么期待我的生日。因为我的生日为我的两星期放假敞开了大门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们已经计划好那两个星期放假要做什么了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其中包括看Harry Potter 6，唱k还有回学校。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到回学校就觉得兴奋。因为终于可以说Deja Vu了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这3天的放假，Sour Cream一直聚在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我才知道Ckk是一个很不准时的人。他超爱迟到的。没有时间观念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且Xj的数学概念有够差。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得有一次她在做数学。她已经做了两天。有够久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时Ckk和Lat都很忙地在吸凉粉。Ckk还很火。超好笑。凉粉而已嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我就在吹风。看Xj很忙地做数学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然间，Xj叫“Ui?!那个X耶？”当时的我们都互相看了一眼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后就大笑了。哇唠！太扯了吧？做完才发觉unknown不见了？强！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了一天，Xj很高兴地和我们说“我和我的室友说我做数学做了两天，她说你很厉害，因为她做了两个星期。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=两个星期？其实我没有多惊讶。因为和我同组的也差不多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat就说，“Tzy，你拿4 flat真的会被人围殴。”最好是会拿到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己知道自己有多懒啦。而且进到这里，想读书的心情都没有了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾经想过，如果我是读STPM的话，我一定会努力。因为很难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是现在我想的却是，随便啦。比我还笨的人都考到我的课程，我就不信我不行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，我就是秉持着这个信念，熬过了这两个星期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我和Sour Cream一起。他们忽然说在这儿已经度过整整一个星期了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很醉。有很威咩？还给我击杯喝Milo。=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再一个星期，我都快要度过１个月了。是该开心还是伤心？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7574430141804763958?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7574430141804763958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7574430141804763958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7574430141804763958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7574430141804763958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3699975129754130038</id><published>2009-06-07T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:14:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecturer</title><content type='html'>今天，第一次，我到这里的MP。MP是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是Menara Pentadbiran。简单来说，就是讲师办公室。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在才知道原来每一位讲师，一个星期只要教10个小时。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10个小时。 =.= 整整一个星期。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难怪讲师一直邀请我们去问他们问题。打发时间吗？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Lat在那里吹了2个小时的水。有够强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们找的讲师，大家都应该认识。因为都见过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是我们SPM来为我们Physics科目讲seminar那位老师。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在才知道我其实很容易引起讲师的注意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想是因为我身高的问题。这很重要。真的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前老师不会影响你的分数。可是讲师会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以你能引起注意，是件好事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我很想认识的那个讲师，还未成功。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想认识的理由很简单。因为她很Teresa。感觉就很像。感觉而已。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3699975129754130038?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3699975129754130038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3699975129754130038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3699975129754130038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3699975129754130038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/lecturer.html' title='Lecturer'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4643001732713630089</id><published>2009-06-02T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:31:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time of college comp</title><content type='html'>I know it has been long time that i havent update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, i have been very very very busy in matric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, i wasnt that busy. Just that, i have no time to online but dreaming or watching drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m now having lesson. Lesson of informatic science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i m using college comp to online and update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is busy finding information but me.. writing blog. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since sour cream came to matric, we all busy gathering cause there are holiday in the 1st week they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good.. Holiday o. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, it will be my 1st month in here. Hai.. Sad bout it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4643001732713630089?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4643001732713630089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4643001732713630089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4643001732713630089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4643001732713630089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-time-of-college-comp.html' title='1st time of college comp'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7842918578968849092</id><published>2009-05-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:48:32.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All bout study</title><content type='html'>如果我再找不到动力去读书，我想我在这儿就完了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天来，已经觉得课业在我后面追着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;追着追着，也终于到了并排的局面了。我开始慢跑，可是都是跑下不跑下这样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;深知自己快要追不上了，我也只能动用我最擅长的了解能力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是这样是绝对绝对不够的。因为我一直有一个很严重的缺点，记性不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想就这样垮了。可是我就是不想读书。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我读书的意愿，除了别人激怒我，不然就是等我自己愿意读。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里很无聊。无聊到我每天只想起身跟睡觉。其它的，我一概不想动的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该怎么办？！我真的很快就会被甩在后头了。上帝，救救我呀！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7842918578968849092?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7842918578968849092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7842918578968849092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7842918578968849092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7842918578968849092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-bout-study.html' title='All bout study'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3609603735897385314</id><published>2009-05-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:39:06.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>今天，Lecturer要我们抽topic来做七句句子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七句。还好。叫我说两分钟的话， =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是第四个。我真的不懂，是我的名字太好记吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次都中招。或许，我是唯一以中文名字自称。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚开始，我抽到的题目是，Pet。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我都不喜欢Pet的。所以Lecturer让我换题目。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换了。=.= 可以再换吗？嗨...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;题目竟然是！If I miss someone, I would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss la. Can I do anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我的开头就是：“I dont have much experience of missing someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后，我就问Lecturer, “Can I say something?" Lecturer点头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recently, I miss bout my life in secondary school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy being with friends. Gathering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy chatting, playing and messing around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我就不懂该怎么elaborate了。所以，Lecturer问了我很多问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a good student?" "Not-so." 我不肯定她的good指的是哪一方面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your best moment in school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er..The best moment of mine is having experiment in science lab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends like to play with apparatus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah.. Not good." lol. 又不是我在玩。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you did in class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er.. Eating, chatting, and.. playing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So.. you are talkative?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes."　我静起来，可是超恐怖的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er.. Er.. Er.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since that I m separated with my friends, we promised that we'll meet in kl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob.. Sob.. "Why kl but not others?" Sob? 废。好像还伤心过我。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause my friends are studying at Utar and Tarc, so.. kl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything else? I think you talked more than 7 sentences already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了那么多课，很多真的很闷。受不了。例如化学之类的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我知道我已经很幸运了。很多lecturer已经很不错了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的时间表上，有３个华人。真爽。其他的，例如数学和英文都不错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了那么多课，最爽的还是英文。应该是因为Lecturer很生动吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实每个Lecturer都试图开玩笑以及生动，可是...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知道啦。我觉得我和几个朋友的笑点都很高。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们的烂笑话，在我们眼里，连冷都算不上。冷的话，你至少还觉得冷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们的笑话，简直说完，直到别人笑了，你才察觉某些事情发生了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候降低我的笑点吗？可是我办不到。嗨...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3609603735897385314?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3609603735897385314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3609603735897385314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3609603735897385314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3609603735897385314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7810847679687376869</id><published>2009-05-23T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:33:54.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life</title><content type='html'>原来在College的生活，真的很无聊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你在你的Group没有认识的人，你就是肯定孤独的了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我宁愿孤独，也不要和马来人交朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正我也不寂寞，只是有点无聊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是太racist，而是他们的话题真的不适合我。插不了口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天只是第一天上课，我就差点睡着。真的很闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里上课，我少了某种动力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有来之前就知道，可是后来我以为改变了。可是没有。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这儿，少了东西去鼓励我读书。在这儿，少了人激愤我去读书。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这句话，形容我，形容的真的很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直希望我可以寻找到，一直在鼓励着我的那一股力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一股，无论如何，至少都要跟你并排的力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总感觉遗漏了某些事情在双修了。寻找着...寻找着...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我答应过自己，有一天，我要持着双修给我的文凭，光荣地踏上它的阶梯。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7810847679687376869?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-880639001051001630</id><published>2009-05-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:24:35.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>嗨...又是安静的一天。一大早的，就受到功课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugasan那个。闷到。果然还是Form 6比较好读。难考吧了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，握着双修给我唯一的纪念品，当然除了一大堆的文凭，一支笔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紧握着，告诉自己，一年吧了。即使你再讨厌这里的人，无聊的课程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里的课程的确挺无聊了。每一节都是一个小时，好几次都差点睡着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尤其是化学，都不懂为什么那么闷的哦。笑话又不好笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里主要的三课，都分为三种上课方式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Dewan Kuliah，Bilik Tutoran和实验室。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里的试验室，设备不错。可是，我还是想念双修的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然那里很破，可是有朋友。这里的人讲的笑话又冷又不好笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗨...可悲。几时我才可以真正地好好笑一场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然华人讲师在这儿也不少，可是还是想念双修的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为那里的老师，脾性以及习惯，都知道了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都不懂这里的讲师会不会来阴的。嗨...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-880639001051001630?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/880639001051001630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=880639001051001630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/880639001051001630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/880639001051001630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8047069981193988704</id><published>2009-05-22T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:12:12.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicks</title><content type='html'>在这儿，我没有刻意去记任何人的名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了一些是因为不断重复，而被催眠入脑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我为什么不刻意去记名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总觉得，不需要在这里留下太多记忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里只不过是我选择的一个小路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;通往我梦想，的一条不起眼，也不想去记得的小路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，我时常听到“Tham”。他们问什么问题，就回答什么答案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过程中，没有尝试去问他们的名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我大概知道他们是跟我同group，或mentor就可以了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的很怀念“Tham Zhong Wing”（广东话），还是"Ah Tham"（客家话）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连我最讨厌的“Tham Zhong Yin”（客家话），都似乎变好听了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更不用说一大串莫名其妙的昵称，“Natasha”，“将军”之类的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mentor是导师的意思。我们分成很多组。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一组都有Mentor带领。有问题，可以问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我们，就被称为Mentee。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8047069981193988704?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8047069981193988704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8047069981193988704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8047069981193988704'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一大早的，就没有水了。他们似乎无时无刻都在洗衣和冲凉。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难怪水源有问题啦，如果全部都只是华人，或许水源就没有问题了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像Lat所说的，这里就好像打仗。对啊。你真的必须在他们冲凉之前，先冲凉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃饭？迟点啦。反正早，也是需要排队。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里生存的哲学，就是你必须跟他们做相反的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，我学会了很多不好的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我学会了不礼让，我学会了插队，我要学会不借东西给别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里生存的第二哲学，对别人仁慈，就是对自己残忍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我以前，就知道这个道理。可是现在真的得发挥得淋漓尽致。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;华人，我不介意好人。帮助他们，我觉得自豪。因为我是好人。 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;马来人？帮助他们，我觉得我是笨蛋。很笨的那个笨蛋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I am racist. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fah说，我看到华人，很像看到神一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对啊。因为这里全都是马来人。虽然他们很友好，可是我不想跟他们交朋友。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2962822157163341043?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2962822157163341043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2962822157163341043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2962822157163341043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2962822157163341043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/raining.html' title='Raining'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1508141571341431601</id><published>2009-05-22T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:00:35.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming</title><content type='html'>我现在真的发觉，每个地方，都有各自的语言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，你说广东话，几乎没有人听得懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和华人，你必须说中文。马来人的英文很烂，就好不要讲英文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有老师这个头衔了，闷。要说Sir和Miss/Madam。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以后要学会擦鞋了。或许不用吧。做个乖乖的学生就可以了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正，我不想跟这里有太多瓜葛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里，没有人叫Matrik，全部的人都说KML，Kolej Matrikulasi Labuan。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每栋宿舍都至少有一个人掌管，Felo。生病的话，找他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最好烦死他。反正我想他们也没事干。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始，有很多的人在Orientation里工作。他们被称为，Fasilitator。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚开始，我对于这种名称，也真的觉得很乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是后来，过下过下，也真的知道这里的步调了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有很多时间，都挺无聊的。我能够专心读书吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在怀疑着。我一直在怀疑着。离开了双修，似乎少了某些动力。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1508141571341431601?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1508141571341431601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1508141571341431601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1508141571341431601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1508141571341431601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/naming.html' title='Naming'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5949516248263035345</id><published>2009-05-15T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:32:11.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrik 文化</title><content type='html'>到了Matrik，我一直在受苦。虽然有些moment真的听享受在其中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，Matrik的该死，掩盖了我短暂的开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时我真的觉得，这里很像Army Camp。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常明明时间还早，火警般的警钟就响了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到后来，我都学会不去理它。刚开始，或许会赶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里的orientation很闷。不是taklimat，就是aerobic。闷到。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，听到form 6的orientation,真的很想参加。可是没机会。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到正题，这里有Sabah,Sarawak和Labuan的人，所以文化都会不一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarawak的华人，都说华语。我还记得有一次，我跟朋友在聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们用的当然是广东话。有一个Sarawak华人，名叫雪儿，不懂是不是怎么写。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她在我们聊天之际，插了一下嘴。可是，我当时呆了，因为我不懂她说什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她就转向Leong，Leong回了一句，你说什么哦？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对。当时我完全不懂她说什么。原来，她是说，“梗系啦。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这么简单的一句话，她都可以说到我们完全不懂，强！哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，我们3个人，最常听到的就是，你是不是西马人？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong还回答说我们山打根是小香港，所以会说广东话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很像有印象，可是不是很清楚。听Leong说了，才肯定的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一次很废。我们3个又在聊天，有个人跑来问我们说，你们在说什么话？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇！竟然有人不会分区广东话？也太强了吧？！我当场笑死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong还提议说，我们以后就自认是kl人好了。哈哈。无聊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一件事，在这里，你不要看到有点白，像华人的就以为是华人哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时，你以为是华人的，分分钟是说马来话的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看到黑黑的，你又不要以为是马来人哦。有时会跳出几句华语来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都领教了很多次。碰了很多壁。可是Sarawak的华人很好认。他们都白白的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得有一次，Leong看到一个坐姿很奇怪的男生。就告诉我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇噻，他的忍耐力超强。像日本人一样坐大腿。可是姿势不大像。那么硬的地板。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的朋友忽然间向他借书扇凉，他却主动说起话来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是他很害羞，连自己的资料都会说错。一定是太紧张。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。他很可爱。我很喜欢看呆呆的男生，可是有不可以太呆。不然我会揍人。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就觉得逗他们很好玩。可是Fah说我有问题。哈哈。就爽而已嘛。嘻嘻。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5949516248263035345?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5949516248263035345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5949516248263035345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5949516248263035345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5949516248263035345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/matrik.html' title='Matrik 文化'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1417918299991559563</id><published>2009-05-15T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:28:31.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrikulasi 的第一天</title><content type='html'>一大早的，我就要起床，准备去报名了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;报名的过程，很复杂。我几乎走完了整个Matrik，就只为了报名。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很气的是，到了某个报名站，工作人员看见我的表格有一面是空的，就拿了新的给我重填。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X的，很像犯错的是我一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明明就是他们印漏东西。还真个超多空格来填的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不懂房间的安排，和你到的时间点有没有关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正，我住的地方，是3rd floor。X的。4楼耶！没水怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;进到房间，我是第一个到的。所以我就开始收拾房间了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿着什么在收拾？Baju kurung。你可以想象吗？绑手绑脚的衣服，怎么打扫？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打扫了很久，也抬了很多东西，终于搞定了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12点多，就这样换了衣服，就到外出去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再次回到宿舍时，也已经4点多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大约大约排了排自己的用品，就冲凉去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;厕所有够恐怖的。连双修的厕所都不如。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;克服了自己的厌恶，冲了凉，在妈妈的帮忙之下，洗了今天穿的所有衣服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不立刻洗也不行，因为真的很粘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搞定一切之后，5点多。忽然，有一阵很像火警的声音。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;房间里的speaker,响了起来。有必要那么早就用吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，6点多就有聚会了。不懂需要搞什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在房间里吃了饭，也差不多时候了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换了Baju kurung，在特定的地方等Leong，一起到Dewan去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一整天下来，我最讨厌的地方就是这里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以想象，在你洗澡才一个小时后，就必须再次熬热的感觉吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清爽的时间都不到一个小时。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一个礼堂里，2000多个人挤在一起。再凉的冷气都没有用啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是怎样？我刚冲的凉是白费的啦？还这样闷了4个小时。热到！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11点多，终于回到房间了。很粘很膩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次想要哭的感觉，也真的哭了。累？想家？闷？不懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只知道很无奈。算了啦。反正也不可能离开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果知道受的无奈，会比想象的多很多倍，无论怎么被家人骂或唠叨，我都会选择高三。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;向往的日子没了，只能期盼这大概十个月的日子，好过一点。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1417918299991559563?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1417918299991559563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1417918299991559563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1417918299991559563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1417918299991559563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/matrikulasi.html' title='Matrikulasi 的第一天'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1016220309610756704</id><published>2009-05-09T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:21:05.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最后一天</title><content type='html'>今天，要离开了。最后一天，我还是上网了。一大早就收到Ceci的讯息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。下午的班机，需要那么早吗？笨笨的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xj叫我写些感言。可是，我觉得不需要。我写得够多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后一天，我警告了Sour Cream不准那么早睡。最后一次了，要好好珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜的是，当时我忙着跟很多人说再见。所以没有在Sour Cream找太多话题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是这样才才死。因为Xj本来就很少聊天。靠撑的，都是我和Lat在讲废话。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天，和Madam Teresa,Xj,Lat,Seet,Miss Chong,Cvk说了再见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，就和Ckk，Hkf说再见了。反应都挺冷静的。我也没什么特别不舍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asy和Cky都在部落格里写了再见。嗯...新年再见吧。记得open house哦。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几天前，真的很不舍。现在反而平静了下来。和重要的人都说了再见。足够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要时常开心哦。要注意健康。还有，记得我哦！哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起在Matric的生活会怎么样。曾经以为我最爱的书包至少会在双修转几个圈的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是现在，却在我的行李里，跟我去Matric去了。可惜啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直被Lat说，我会和Leong相依为命。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发觉一个很糟糕的现象。我竟然！开始将就Leong起来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X他的。不行啦。每次这样，结果都不好。所以，我要开始小心翼翼了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯...那个了Leong一定趁机欺负我的啦。 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍重哦大家！我会想念并记得你们的。嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*有点后悔换了Digi,这样，我就不能和Ceci,Hkf sms了。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，需要适应期吧了。加油啦！新的生活了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1016220309610756704?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1016220309610756704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1016220309610756704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1016220309610756704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1016220309610756704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_09.html' title='最后一天'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8838108943784823426</id><published>2009-05-08T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:54:54.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi</title><content type='html'>今天，终于换了Server去Digi。刚开始时，简直跟外界联络不了。闷倒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为会直到几天后，我才能够用电话。一想到这样，我就整个昏倒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗨...知道我是cellar的啦。还这样对我。我那时真的很乍到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换之前，要求我清掉所有的钱。我就清咯。第一次，电话里时RM0.00。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇。生平第一次。那么没钱的感觉，不爽。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我清掉所有的钱之后，我就无法发送简讯。可是我又收到简讯，怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗨...一直不爽。幸好，晚上终于可以用了。爽。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，我的contact竟然！竟然！竟然！全部不见了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我超不爽的咯。因为我试着去找回，可是我又不知道讨谁的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;熟的，我存进电话了。不熟的，拿来又很像没用。嗨...该怎么办呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8838108943784823426?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8838108943784823426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8838108943784823426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8838108943784823426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8838108943784823426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/digi.html' title='Digi'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2324681359465584981</id><published>2009-05-07T20:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:35:22.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最后一次</title><content type='html'>今天，是Sour Cream最后一次的聚会了。一大早的，就没有电了。惨到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得大概是从10点多，到2点。幸好有人陪我。哈哈。Lyf和Lat都挺早到的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊！我忘了问Ckk关于那个幼稚园的问题。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Lat来之前，发生了一件很搞笑的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们3个人，都很无聊地在Xj的房间里聊天的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然我听到一阵很怪异的声音。啪嗒啪嗒的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xj说有人来了。我不相信咯。有人这样走路的咩？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一向我好奇心都挺强的。刚开始，我以为是Hamster在吵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我发觉声音不是从那里来的。我就走到窗边，我看到的，竟然是！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一条鱼。对。你没有看错。是一条鱼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时，我只是说了一句“有鱼”。因为我心里想的，那鱼从哪里来的啊？浮现了很多的“为什么”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyf就说，快点救你的鱼。Xj于是就拿了一块布，去救鱼，放回鱼缸去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，我就给Lyf笑了很久。说我很ngong。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这件事情里，我领悟到了很多。原来潜意识反应，足以告诉你适合未来的职业。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是适合做研究工作的。因为，我很爱问为什么。我最近发现的。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了下午，在玩过Lami之后，我们就去骑脚踏车了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我直到昨天才知道，Lat不会骑脚踏车。我以为他会的。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我要到朋友家去拿东西，所以一行人就一起去。顺便聊聊天，散散步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我的路痴症又发作了。每次都这样。一转方向，我就忘了该怎么走。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xj,Lat和Lyf就这样站在我的朋友的家，等我。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和我朋友说，我不会叫他们去的。因为，Senior很吓人的。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，我们一党就这样站在她家门口。 =.= 幸好她说没有被吓倒。 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的很久没运动了。今天骑脚踏车，我喘到。Xj还叫我们逛第二次。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的拼命撑，我才能够散第二次。不然我早就倒在地上，不省人事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是不用怕，有两个BSMM的，抬我回去咯。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时真的觉得Xj很惨。每次她做什么，都没有人理的。嗯...Lyf的错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SgLsEFml0gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B8icIrTdoCI/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SgLsEFml0gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B8icIrTdoCI/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333084463727759874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到是什么吗？是Xj。我只是说了一句，我们以前在这里玩过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她就这样走进去了。没人陪她走。所以她倒退了很多次。惨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后她就摆了这样的姿势。是胜利吗？lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用了仅剩的力气，终于把自己拖了回Xj的家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也叫Xj把握时间把歌曲表演完。可是她又一直笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SgLw0DQlCwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LttoZU1jJwM/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SgLw0DQlCwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LttoZU1jJwM/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089685778795266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ckk说那个是香蕉，而我们都知道是芒果。的确像香蕉。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果我妈来了，Xj想抱我，可是我不肯。满身汗啦。 =.= 对不起啦。虽然我答应了你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开了，会不舍。虽然我不会哭。我一定不会哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat一直在重复“最后一次”，说要惹我们哭。哭？用tapwater啊？lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得今天我问了Ckk一个问题。你会不会兴奋如果开学了？他说会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有同道之人了。可是我没有机会。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周围的人都说Form 6不好，可是我想一句，每个人都不一样。要走的路，当然也不一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我没资格说这句话，因为我选择了离开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正，All the best. No matter which path you chose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2324681359465584981?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2324681359465584981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2324681359465584981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2324681359465584981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2324681359465584981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_07.html' title='最后一次'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/SgLsEFml0gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B8icIrTdoCI/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5720904192854543836</id><published>2009-05-06T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:24:40.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>干</title><content type='html'>我一直有印象说，我是有一个干妈，干舅，干哥，干姐，干妹和干弟的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真够一家人的。记得干舅本来不是我的干舅。而是干爸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是他坚持说他是我干妈的弟弟，所以就叫干舅。有够特别的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;干姐呢，是仅仅大我3天，在双修，可是高我一级的学姐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得我高一的时候，我买不到Bio Practical Book，就是和她借的。 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;干弟很像是Lat，不是很清晰。可是我想彼此都忘记了这件事情吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的“干”，我都有印象，唯独干妹没有。我也苦思了很久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是就是找不到这样的一段回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到今天，我在找Sticker Name的时候，无意打翻了一本书。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪面熟的，可是重点是，我竟然瞄到“干妹”这两个字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是我就拿起那本日记开始读起来了。我察觉，几乎每一页都有“干妹”这两个字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇唠。很让我惊讶。我脑海中一直闪过很多很多人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也一直在删除没可能的人物。虽然我大概知道是谁，可是却不能肯定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到我看到“今天是干妹的生日”，我瞄了瞄日期，5月15日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然不是很惊讶，可是总觉得很惭愧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道是为什么，我记忆中，国二之前的记忆都很模糊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天读日记，才察觉原来我曾经发生过那么多事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许是愤恨，我潜意识地选择删除掉我的记忆。就是因为这样，我把关系都删除掉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起了我写给你的信，有点想揍自己。为什么我会那么迟才察觉那本日记。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也或许你不会在乎。算了。我只是在怪我自己记性怎么那么差。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5720904192854543836?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5720904192854543836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5720904192854543836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5720904192854543836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5720904192854543836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_06.html' title='干'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5164089046644337171</id><published>2009-05-05T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:55:57.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>学校</title><content type='html'>今天，我到学校去。为什么？闲逛咯。lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是那么无聊的人。而且油费， =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只是回学校去certify文件。发觉挺多人比我还早到学校去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我8点多，Leong十点,Lyf大概11点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为我一到门口就会遇到已经升级为Madam的Teacher Teresa。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是没有。因为我挺常这样遇到她的。显然，今天没有缘分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我是想去道别的，可是我妈在等我。算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，当我听到我妈问我“这么快的？”我就后悔了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无所谓了，人生没有重来。选择了这么做，就不允许后悔了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一到达学校门口，不懂为什么，有些许却步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉冲击来势汹汹。到底是为什么？我想了很久，都依然没有答案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次，可以被一个人困扰那么久。那个人的能耐，不是普通的强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都不懂是该希望摆脱还是不要。让时间证明这一次吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫名其妙地被Fah提醒是时候换pm了。原来pm也有时限。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给点耐性吧。Pm当然有pm的用处的。用处过了，再换。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接下来，应该是换，以下那一句。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,Home Sweet Home. Goodbye,dearest Friends. Goodbye,happy moments at Sung Siew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5164089046644337171?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5164089046644337171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5164089046644337171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5164089046644337171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5164089046644337171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_05.html' title='学校'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3746251840406640002</id><published>2009-05-04T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:45:52.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>剩下的日子</title><content type='html'>很困,感觉好多天都没有好好地睡一觉了。快变丧尸了。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天，我的恐惧症又发作了。Matric恐惧症。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算算日子，我很像还剩下一个星期了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我是读高三，我想我会很期待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;光是想到站在学校的台阶上，就觉得很兴奋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是现在，算了吧。放弃了之前一直追逐的梦想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来就可以预料到是这样的结果。可是，我是不会再放弃的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为，我的好胜心真的挺强的。高手是可以并存的。可是不代表我喜欢输。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;头发长了，指甲也需要剪了。时间过得真快。四年？Sienzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听说一年的时间过得很快。是真的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;享受的话，一年就快咯。痛苦的话，算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah~ 约定了Leong在7月18日去看HP6，前提是，有戏院。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无所谓啦。开心是因为她肯陪我去。 :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3746251840406640002?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3746251840406640002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3746251840406640002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3746251840406640002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3746251840406640002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='剩下的日子'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5082765355531484321</id><published>2009-05-03T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:54:57.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>今天如计划，去Farewell Party。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之前，有些人不想去。幸好最后还是摆平了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最开始的计划就是买交换礼物的礼物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;买男生的礼物，有点头痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女生嘛，买点可爱可爱的，就可以了。男生的挂饰，算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始选礼物的时候，我听到Lat和Lyf说“是哦。你的难度真的很高。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就说“大声点来。”Lat就笑了。选了很久，我就选了一个相架给Cvk。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应该是没什么用吧。可是我不懂他会不会用挂饰，所以就没买。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我才发觉Lyf和我选的礼物纸是一样的。是怎样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看中我会喜欢那个礼物纸吗？因为后来我才知道她的礼物是我的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难度有很高吗？应该吧。我的品味是真的挺刁钻的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有两个多月，我的生日才到。可是今天我就收到礼物了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一样的，我也送出了我的礼物。Fah,还喜欢吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来真的想买Winnie the Pooh给你。可是Cky找了，没有货。将就下吧。嘻嘻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceci，你呢？不肯定你会喜欢。只能希望你会喜欢吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后我们就到电影院去看电影了。看了我很久以前以前就想看的电影，Sniper。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看看下，真的很想睡。没我预料的精彩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发觉电影院真的很适合拍拖。可是要小心有喜欢捣蛋的人捣蛋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;例如，Lat。lol.他竟然说要泼水哇。傻的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看见Harry Potter 6 上映的时间，是我生日前一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都不爽的。差一天就是我生日了。可是无所谓啦，怎样我都是18号才能看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着朋友们送我的礼物，有点难为。因为有两个抱枕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一男一女的乌龟，我应该带哪个去Matric呢？带两个是一定没必要的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为，抱两个哪里舒服的啊？我并不是一个花心的人。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我真的很想带，可是应该不会。因为会脏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始期待星期二的Unborn了。Preview真的很像很好看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯。要带外套，恐怖的画面可以遮一遮。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉今天很对不起Lat，因为做了那么多年的朋友，竟然不知道他喜欢小叮当。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应该是没有机会告诉我吧。不然，我肯定记得的。 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说枉我是他中学时期影响他最多的女生朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这句话真的怪怪的，是褒还是贬啊？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5082765355531484321?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5082765355531484321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5082765355531484321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5082765355531484321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5082765355531484321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/farewell-party.html' title='Farewell Party'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-9102166424956564079</id><published>2009-05-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:32:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Always being reminded that I need to post blog. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I m doing homework that need to hand in everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I made a call. Usually, I seldom use such service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I dont like to talk through a gadget or what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But today is unusual condition. I was forced to make this call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said : "Hello. Where are you now?" "Ok, coming."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I finished the call, I smiled. I like the tone of mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calm and a bit caring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any reason? Or I was just being narcissism? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This world is full of distractions. I hope that God can lead me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just not to forget what guided me to choose this path..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-9102166424956564079?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9102166424956564079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=9102166424956564079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/9102166424956564079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/9102166424956564079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/narcissism.html' title='Narcissism'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1749072534891086652</id><published>2009-04-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:01:33.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>星空</title><content type='html'>有一天，忽然之间听到朋友说，星空真的很美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对啊，星空真的很美。我一直都喜欢仰望天空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很辽阔，让人感觉很开朗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尤其是晚上，不刺眼夺目的星星，很温和、舒服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然喜欢，可是我却不曾抽空去欣赏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实很方便，只要我走出家门，躺在地砖上，就可以欣赏了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许我在等一个人陪我吧。一个安静的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;各自躺在地上，想着不一样的事情也无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只是想沉溺在这一份安宁里，去想一些会让我微笑的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我觉得双修的夜空，我会比较感兴趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许是因为我与朋友之间的回忆都在那儿吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那里冥想，感觉不只沉溺，应该会上瘾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我似乎也没有机会了。真的好遗憾好遗憾...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1749072534891086652?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1749072534891086652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1749072534891086652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1749072534891086652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1749072534891086652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_30.html' title='星空'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6438170323760328681</id><published>2009-04-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:56:12.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>I've been alone so many nights now&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting for the stars to fall&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding out for what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, staring at the moon tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how you look in this light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're somewhere thinking about me, too&lt;br /&gt;To be with you... there's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine two worlds spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally meet I'll know it's right&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at the end of my restless road&lt;br /&gt;But this journey, it was worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Just to be holding you for the very first time,&lt;br /&gt;Never letting go&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give to feel that way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine two worlds spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually&lt;br /&gt;And when you're standing here in front of me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know that God does exist&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he will have answered every single prayer&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;最近，爱上了这首歌。David Archuleta的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我想也不多人认识他。如果没记错的话，他是American Idol。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我被这首歌吸引，是因为我听到God这个字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;之后，仔细听听，旋律真的挺像圣歌的。可是这首是关于爱情的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不知怎么搞的，最近真的满上提到上帝的。上年被影响，还没有那么深。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我想是因为太空闲了。也或许God has found His way to lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;看...我都说严重了的咯。 =.= 拜你所赐。可是，我感激你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;希望一直这样保持下去...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6438170323760328681?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6438170323760328681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6438170323760328681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6438170323760328681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6438170323760328681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5770589519145431334</id><published>2009-04-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:50:21.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;只是一天没写部落格，就被别人催促了。催命符似的。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;下次做事，还是不要那么routine，免得被催。 =.= 赶功课咩？=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我很多时间都在想，我的生活，会不会和现在那一党，格格不入？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我总是在追求名牌和设计很款的物品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;而我的朋友们，却不会。反倒以前那党，倒比较接近。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;现在的朋友只要好看，实用就可以了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;不像我，我可是要考虑很多方面的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;我只是买一架笔记型电脑而已，就一直被攻击。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;现在又不是只是我用那款笔电。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;被Leong说：“Always branded”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;被Hkf说“败家”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;被Lat说“She is like that d ba. Not expensive dont buy d”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;被Leong说，真的挺冤枉的。我只是说我要买Bronze色的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;就是这样被她说“时常名牌”了。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;被说成这样，感觉如何？没有感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为每个人追求的目标都不一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;而我的目标就是，名牌和designed goods。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;赚钱都是用的啦。不然你赚钱干嘛？看哦？ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hkf的排行榜：Money, Family, Friends, Love, Pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我只是稍稍不同：Branded, Family, Love &amp;amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果说朋友可以超越爱情，挺不可能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最多并排而已。Fah,你是不是真的那么重友轻色哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;不要骗啦。看你样子就知道重色情友的。Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5770589519145431334?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5770589519145431334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5770589519145431334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5770589519145431334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5770589519145431334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4441356870804062603</id><published>2009-04-26T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:11:24.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;有时我真的觉得爱情，真的很莫名其妙。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;更正。爱情并不莫名其妙。可是爱情可以让人变得莫名其妙。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我认识的人当中，我相信，都被爱情困扰过吧？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最近真的有太多的例子，让我真的很莫名其妙！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一个朋友，明明已经被软性拒绝，可是依然不死心。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一个朋友，明明都已经不可能，可是依然奢望着。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一个朋友，明明已经伤了别人的心，可是还想保持着互动。是发梦吗？ =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;幸好我已决定让自己暂时不给爱情困扰。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;或许是没有心情吧。也或许现在不是适合的时刻说爱情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;四年。我给自己四年的时间。到时，应该是适合的时间谈爱情了吧。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;嗯...那时我是23岁。不错。还年轻。哈哈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4441356870804062603?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4441356870804062603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4441356870804062603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4441356870804062603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4441356870804062603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_26.html' title='爱情'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7169334049139032186</id><published>2009-04-25T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:09:37.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;最近，我发觉我改变了一个习惯。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我竟然会改掉这个习惯，好不可思议的感觉。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;以前，我总是抱着我的电话sms。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是最近没有了。每次有事情问，都想打电话。不再是sms了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not cellar anymore. Yeah~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;现在会觉得sms会疲倦。我是受了你的影响吗？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果是这样的话，真的不懂应该开心还是悲哀。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7169334049139032186?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7169334049139032186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7169334049139032186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7169334049139032186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7169334049139032186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cellar.html' title='Cellar'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2966453196381891057</id><published>2009-04-24T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:55:00.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生日</title><content type='html'>我觉得我患上了燥郁症。 =.= 最好不要和我说Matric有多好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我真的会拿刀砍人。我都不懂那里有什么好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X的，我牺牲了那么多。换来的，我只能祈祷是值得的。不然， =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，生日的很多。我已经为我的生日打算好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;查了日历，我的生日是星期五。 =.= 最接近周日，却在周日之前。闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那，我就要在前一个礼拜，先买定我的蛋糕。会不会发臭啊？ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然是有朋友在身边，可是我还是希望，照我的计划过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在生日之前的周末，先买一个cupcake，再买蜡烛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生日当天呢，就坐在我的床上，握着cupcake，laptop播放着“祝我生日快乐”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌播完了，就吹蜡烛。可是我怕歌还没播完，蜡烛就烧完了。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会不会有种很孤单、凄惨的感觉？我就是喜欢这样。超爽的。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceci，如果你要post laju礼物给我，我ok的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我不知道地址是什么耶。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2966453196381891057?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2966453196381891057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2966453196381891057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2966453196381891057'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;睡觉之前，我满脑子都是Matric。我唯一反应就是“我很怕”。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忽然，很想抱着你。我记得我是有话说的。可是现在忘了。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我决定了追着你的步伐走。虽然有满满的信心，可是毕竟...不知该怎么说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;进Matric之前，想听见你的声音，感觉好想念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= 想念声音。自己也觉得很喳到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗨...都不懂为什么要进Matric，想到都觉得烦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很爱进那些人简直是变态的。 =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7561179745775736426?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7561179745775736426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7561179745775736426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7561179745775736426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7561179745775736426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmare.html' title='NightMare'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-2728537505105099595</id><published>2009-04-22T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:19:54.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今天</title><content type='html'>今天，一大早，就和Xj和Ckk到学校去。他们去certify文件。我却很悠闲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看见Puan Tan里的Mic，忽然很怀念。以前总是听见deng deng deng deng的声音。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次都觉得很搞笑。也总是骚扰着我们上课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certify后，就要去买礼物了。Ckk死都不要跟我们去。就只剩我和Xj了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我进去，第一件事情就是看我需要买给Ceci的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大概目标锁定好了。就选其他的。我们一直在绕啊绕的。不懂要买什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到最后，终于选好了。还钱的时候，我忽然觉得我的钱包瘦了很多。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸好我有带够cash，不然都不懂该怎么买。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也跟Xj去吃了午餐，在买一些东西。用了好多钱。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下午，也开始着手搞Ceci的礼物了。我在计算着，我到底该用多少时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一边准备，就一边很兴奋。因为，突然之间，脑袋蹦出了很多点子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈！够资格当一个好女朋友了。 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，意外地听见你的声音，我根本就没有预估到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想念的感觉。也好好好好好好久没跟你见面了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了。最后我会选择遗忘还是什么，我也没有概念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天听到Xj的朋友说，真爱需要时间。很喳到的感觉。 =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-2728537505105099595?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2728537505105099595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=2728537505105099595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2728537505105099595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/2728537505105099595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_22.html' title='今天'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6611236346898108523</id><published>2009-04-21T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:53:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>淹没</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;我的思绪，似乎被很多很多事情淹没了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;无时无刻都要想很多很多的事情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是我却连我在想些什么，都没有头绪。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;挺悲哀的。我就快离开我的家了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;看着月历，日子一天一天地减短。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;感觉，就好像有无形巨浪向我袭来。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我就剩下两个星期多一点。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我一直被催眠，一年而已嘛。我也是这么想。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;这条路，没有回转了。即使我有再多的钱，也没有用。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lat说，Matric是逃不脱的。除非你得到奖学金。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;无所谓啦。选择了，也不打算后悔。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6611236346898108523?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6611236346898108523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6611236346898108523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6611236346898108523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6611236346898108523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_21.html' title='淹没'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6608312222988744317</id><published>2009-04-20T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:47:18.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>高三</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;好几天都没睡好，很不爽。如果我读高三，我根本不用这么烦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;在熟悉的环境，有认识的老师，怀念着以前美好的一切。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;光想，就觉得很爽。这四个月来，我想了很多我要高三做的事情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我要参加 Science Camp 和 Science Week。就觉得很好玩。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是，我都不能参加了啦。真遗憾。 T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;接下来，我有很多很多事情需要烦。我有好多好多的事情都没做。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果我读高三，根本就不用那么赶。很烦啊！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;看着时间滴答滴答得走，我能做仿佛不多。我只能任由烦恼不断地席卷着我的脑袋。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;彼此都要分开了。保重啊。我，Lyf 和 Fah都是同一天飞。好巧。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是不巧的是，三个都不同班机。超有型的。 :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6608312222988744317?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6608312222988744317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6608312222988744317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6608312222988744317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6608312222988744317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_20.html' title='高三'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3262885373357135687</id><published>2009-04-19T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:31:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Stop fooling around le. Have to announce my decision ler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those people keep on asking me. So the annoyed. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to study at Matric. Dont ask me for the reason. No why indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe, the reason attracted me to stay, not that strong anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 years time, how many things will change? I wonder..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will I persist? I started to doubt it, since I chose to study at Matric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything will change. I hate this fact but I cant deny it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Suddenly got the feel to move my blog again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont like so many people to read my blog. The feel is so damn weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3262885373357135687?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3262885373357135687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3262885373357135687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3262885373357135687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3262885373357135687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-6541536130308756700</id><published>2009-04-18T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:38:04.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;四周围的人，拚命地告诉我Matric好。很烦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可以不要再说了吗？我都快要19岁了。我知道自己在干嘛。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;有站在我立场想过吗？算了。我也不需要别人替我想。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不要吵我就足够了。意见我听够了。分析能力我有。很多。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我需要睡觉。好好睡一觉。几天我都很早起身。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;困死了。Zzz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-6541536130308756700?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6541536130308756700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=6541536130308756700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6541536130308756700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/6541536130308756700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/shut.html' title='Shut~'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8969096405064185127</id><published>2009-04-17T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:07:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matriculation</title><content type='html'>This morning, I went to Xj's house as scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having our gathering again. We played a lot of thing. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8.45am, I suggested we should check for our matriculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Xj was so high and shouted :" YA HOH?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st, she checked her status and bear's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she asked for mine. I said, check Lyf's 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyf was accepted. So on, we checked mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xj laughed and shouted so loud. Was she mad?? I wondered who was accepted. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I was accepted. I was calm and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go crazy as i thought. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bumi that I know all are being accepted, Lyf and Bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While non-bumi, all failed. Pity lo.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Lyf wont go but Bobo threaten me that she is holding my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Study your A level la. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should miss you. But I didnt. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose a lot of thing if I enter matric. Seet, how am I going to prepare your present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Feel so bored. How am I going to buy those thing. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now missing my phone and wonder why I didnt miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. While I was wondering why I didnt miss you, I was actually missing you right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these seems like not important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dad promise to buy a Hp dv3600 for me, I think I will be more happy and willing to go for matric. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I didnt persist my decision. I feel sorry because I dont care much bout love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic. While my friends are obsessed with love, I am obsessed with branded and designed goods. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATERIALISM!!! Cheh.. You care o? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8969096405064185127?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8969096405064185127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8969096405064185127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8969096405064185127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8969096405064185127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/matriculation.html' title='Matriculation'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4320928921253843550</id><published>2009-04-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:56:28.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>转折点</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;我在等待着一个生命的转折点。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;好无奈的等待。好耐人寻味。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;自己的前途，却靠别人来决定。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;很扯，也很不爽。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我不会让我自己被打败。加油啊！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4320928921253843550?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-552466218535060631</id><published>2009-04-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:54:10.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>睡觉</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;不晓得，多少人是有起床气的呢？我知道我绝对是其中一个。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;每次早上，都超不想讲话。一直到学校，非得到课室不再是死气沉沉的状态，才会开口说话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;反正招呼也不想打就对了。而且大家也习惯了这种模式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;记得那天遇到Cky，大家在聊camp的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;说Cky，在别人都在忙的时候，她却在睡觉。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我就问Lyf，你干嘛不挖她起身啊？Lyf就说，反正醒了她也会发脾气。算了。 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cky就说，有人试过挖她起身看电视之类的。我猜那个人一定是Asy。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;只有Asy才治得了Cky。别人不行的啦。 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是，别人挖你起身就为了看电视？未免太奇怪了吧？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果是有人挖我起身看电视，我肯定抓狂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;你说因为有事要帮忙，还好。起身看电视？光想就觉得很醉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;不晓得大家的睡姿又是怎样的呢？是很斯文还是很粗鲁啊？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我记得大家在高二的时候，很喜欢在课室睡觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;就连平时很少在课室睡觉的我，都睡了无数次。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;有一次，我都忘了是什么原因，Ykv走来我们的课室。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;他看到一个人睡觉，说很像猪。 =.= 来捣蛋已经够了，还来讽刺别人。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;为保名誉，还是不要说是谁。嘻嘻。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;自此之后，我睡觉就一定盖住我整个脸。其实，以前就已经是这样。:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;应该是光太刺眼还怎样的。反正不盖住，睡不着就对了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;还记得有一次，我在发呆。一大早的，习惯性地不是睡觉就是发呆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hkf忽然起来，伸懒腰。不懂是什么原因，他竟然问我，是不是很可爱咧？ =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Za dao lo. 哪里有人那么爱的哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;是厚？他不爱都不叫Hkf啦。哈哈。自恋万岁！ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-552466218535060631?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/552466218535060631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=552466218535060631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/552466218535060631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/552466218535060631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_15.html' title='睡觉'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4931127965823590543</id><published>2009-04-14T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:00:46.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 5 or SPM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just now, my friend told me that, life of form 5 is sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I answered her, spm is sucks. Life of form 5 is ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But after that.. I though bout this question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life of form 5 sucks or spm sucks? Hmm... I wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember that, my life in form 5 is really packed. Full of tuition. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tues : 1.50 pm - 2.50 pm  Est extra class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wed : 4.00 pm - 5.30 pm  Malay tuition   &lt;br /&gt;           7.00 pm - 9.00 pm   Bio tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thurs : 2.00 pm - 3.30 pm   Kokum&lt;br /&gt;              3.45 pm - 5.15 pm   Add Maths tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fri : 12.30 pm - 2.00 pm   Add Maths tuition&lt;br /&gt;         2.30 pm - 4.30 pm   Phy tuition&lt;br /&gt;         7.00 pm - 9.00 pm    Malay tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sat : 9.00 am - 12.00 pm   Eng tuition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun : 12.00 pm - 2.00 pm    Che tuition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tuition. Bored. =.= I really felt relieve when teacher announced that tuition class is cancelled. Syiok nye.. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I think my schedule was tight, not because of those tuition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But those incident happened around me everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those unhappy issue, annoying issue, argue issue. Walao.. Many of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember that I almost had a fight with my friend. Just because of jealousy and misunderstanding. Idiot.. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe life of form 5 was busy, that caused bad temper among us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But overall, I get extra happy, so God gave me extra unhappy also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll appreciate every memory that my given by my friends. Stay cheers. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4931127965823590543?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4931127965823590543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4931127965823590543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4931127965823590543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4931127965823590543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/form-5-or-spm.html' title='Form 5 or SPM?'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-196658824407402359</id><published>2009-04-13T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:37:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Love is never noble but selfish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love makes me miserable. Love makes me pathetic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love makes me irrational. So I cant stop myself from hurting you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always regret but I can do nothing to change the fact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If sorry can cure it, I will say unlimited sorry to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or actually you dont care? At all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theory state that, you have to fall in love in order to forget your ex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, that is idiot. Are you asking me to dig a new hole and jump inside instead of the old 1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion : Love is unavoidable although you hate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-196658824407402359?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/196658824407402359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=196658824407402359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/196658824407402359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/196658824407402359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-1481122926518795964</id><published>2009-04-12T17:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:28:46.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;今早，一大早就要起身，去教堂。 =.= 6.30 am. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;昨晚，我和我朋友说，我要去教堂worship，她整个就是爽。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为她每次拉我去教堂，我都拒绝的。哈哈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为一大早的，肯定没胃口。所以我就没吃了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是最大吃的两个人，Lyf和Xj竟然share一碗面。哇～！奇景。 :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 am到了，worship也要开始了。我椅子没坐暖，我就收到讯息。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我瞄了瞄来者，该死的。我知道一封安慰的讯息很重要。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一个人，伤心的时候，是绝对需要旁人的支持的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是，我在worship咧？不管了。帮助人应该比赞美比较重要吧？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;然后我旁边两个一直就在指责我，你是不是基督徒来的哦？ =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你管哦？:D 加上，我其实是一个反仪式主义者。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;反正所有仪式我都觉得莫名其妙就对了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;所以那么多年，我不大去worship，就是这样的原因。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 am了，是时候离开了。我们“夹”了Lyf到Giant去。她超不甘愿的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;在那里，我们竟然遇见了好久好久不见的Cky。哈哈。挺开心的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;之后就在Pizza Hut花费了RM16。我觉得还好，反正出街都这样。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;难得在一起，还遇到Cky耶。之后我们就到Xj家去聊天。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;聊了很多很多。之间还发生了Pink News。Lyf的绯闻来找她了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;所以我们就借用Lyf的名义，和他聊天。超好玩的啦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xj变身手铐，拷住Lyf的手，免得她有机会去碰电脑。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我呢，就变身墙壁。我相信只有我才能挡到她吧？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;后来我真的变墙壁了，Lyf靠我靠得挺爽的。身上的一半重量，都在我这边吧？ =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xj，不要告诉你也在靠着Lyf哦？ =.= 两个人的重量。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lat则负责打字。吸收我们的意见，再打出来。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我们搞得很像运动了很久一样。都在喘。Cky呢，就爽爽在那里看戏。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一份力都没有出哦。 =.= 我们累毙了。她竟然在享受。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;就这样闹了一天。所以我就没有上网了。没想到，Ceci竟然在想念我。哈哈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;真的要换手机了。自从上次电池膨胀，换了之后，功能就没有那么好了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;昨天稍稍sms了一会，今天又一会。就这样没电了。真的受不了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是我得等Matric的confirmation，很sien的啦。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;说真的，也很久没有连续性地sms了。I am not a cellar anymore. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-1481122926518795964?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1481122926518795964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=1481122926518795964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1481122926518795964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/1481122926518795964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4620121224591349268</id><published>2009-04-11T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:13:59.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I dreamt previous night. What a nightmare. It woke me up in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in my dream included Tzy, Yean, Fah, Ckk, Xj and no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where have Ceci, Lat and Lyf been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of my ex classmate. But I cant remember who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were studying in pre-U. I think is matric since someone talked bout it in dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the.. Matric. =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were sitting inside a theatre. I asked what course did they take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yean told me something start with electronic. Ckk and I took foundation in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fah attented most of the classes with us, but he took a different course. Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xj quit matric because she wanna go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I hate most is I found that the lecturer is the worst english teacher I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.. =.= After that part, I was awoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I was so horrify. I feel like dont wanna step in Sung Siew anymore. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that jerk. =.=  After that, I cant sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never hate a teacher that much. Ruined my decent night. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4620121224591349268?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4620121224591349268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4620121224591349268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4620121224591349268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4620121224591349268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-4950078452250478367</id><published>2009-04-10T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:29:54.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;=.= My Chinese Star is down AGAIN. T.T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I know that FZD disease is contagious. Xj, you are the carrier. =.= So, I hate you. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am obsessed with you. But I know that I'm curable. Now I'm only under an abnormal circumstance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unlike Xj, there is even a "BEAR" carved on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any suspicious bout Miss Teresa's searching for our telephone number is clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She did want to ask us to attend her wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOWEVER, it's only under my friend's request. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fah and I were wonder when had us become so VIP. In fact, reality is cruel. T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was watching tv yesterday, I was mesmerized by 1 sentence so abrubtly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can say no more that she was she and I was I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like this sentence so much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-4950078452250478367?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4950078452250478367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=4950078452250478367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4950078452250478367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/4950078452250478367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-5721899193400894105</id><published>2009-04-09T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:59:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday night, I spent many of my time chatting with my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ew.. I hate typing english in my blog. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chatted with 3 other person since that noisiest person in sour cream is absent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 10.29pm, Fah said that he needed to sleep cause he was sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he request us to buy a big big winnie the pooh for him as birthday present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wa~ I think Ceci will take it back home instead of giving to Fah. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You promised to bring it to Kl by hugging it is it? Deal? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another friend that chatting with me, said that Miss Teresa was looking for graduated students' phone number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thinking... Why she needs graduated students' phone number?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend told me that they were talking bout wedding that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wa~ That good ah? Give invitation to us? Real or not o? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I told Fah, but I didnt sure those graduated students included who.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore, Fah complaint that Miss Teresa "mou leong sem". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For sure that graduated students included me, cause she was chatting with my friend. Wahaha~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really suspicious of teacher's motive of asking for our phone number. Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of wedding? I doubt it.. By the way, how many table is reserved for us? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet Fah havent sleep until I reminded him at 10.53pm. Played pm so high hah? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really like observant person. You need not tell him/her much to know bout your habit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sleeping time was observed by 1 of my friends. Being reminded to sleep. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I have to practise my observative more so that it wont rust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Observant is really useful. You will get to know something before other do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-5721899193400894105?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5721899193400894105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=5721899193400894105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5721899193400894105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/5721899193400894105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/chat.html' title='Chat'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-3067616355672900939</id><published>2009-04-08T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:04:57.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I often got news about you accidentally. I really didnt mean it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I wanna say is, take good care of yourself. God bless you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew you slept so early for some reason. =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, you are so DAMN stubborn. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-3067616355672900939?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3067616355672900939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=3067616355672900939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3067616355672900939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/3067616355672900939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-care.html' title='Take Care'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-742644435473243950</id><published>2009-04-07T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:52:42.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;有时候，真的觉得做我的朋友会比情人好。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;太多的在乎，往往带来的都是伤害。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;尤其我的占有欲，不是普通的强。戒不了了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;或许，这是我选择待在原地的原因。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我不想你的伤害，是我亲手造成的。这样我会很恨我自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我觉得这世界上是有Love Drugs，只是它是无形的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;某人说她有constant supply。所以不必害怕detox的痛苦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;对。戒毒真的很辛苦，可是，你要有意志力。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;只要你肯，没什么办不到的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天，我听朋友说喜欢浪漫。因为星座。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;好烂的理由。可是不能否认，的确有人特别喜欢。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;浪漫有分两种，生活以及惊喜。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xj的最新的部落格，就是生活的浪漫。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;惊喜的，看电视你就可以知道很多很多。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;给我选择的话，我会选平淡。我觉得平淡是永久的秘诀。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为我不喜欢浪费太多的时间在无谓的惊喜上面。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我办得到，不代表我愿意去。再喜欢那个人也没有用。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;惊喜再浪费时间了。并且人生，不只有爱情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天，我唯一的信念又开始动摇了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我好害怕。可以想象吗？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你一直往着一个目标冲。可是在最关键的时候，你质疑了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;那种情形，比见鬼还恐怖。虽然我是没见过。 :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;以前我只需花一个睡眠就可以解决这种情况。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是现在...是时候该彻底地想想了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-742644435473243950?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/742644435473243950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=742644435473243950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/742644435473243950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/742644435473243950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_07.html' title='情'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-203116947424378878</id><published>2009-04-06T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:47:06.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>课业</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;今年的短期内，我被两个人说我长气。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;还被说“阿嫂”。 =.= 当然，两个都是后辈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我唠叨的都是课业的事情。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;同辈的，我才不得空去管他们咧。:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;大家“甘高甘大”，还要人教哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;毕业后，真的有点变态。看见别人读书就特别爽。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为我们不用读嘛。哈哈。暂时而已啦。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;记得我们还一直逼Xj的弟弟读书。超变态的。 Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;说真的，如果叫我读回高二，我ok。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是叫我考回SPM，我睬你都傻。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;漫长的二十天，都不是人过的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;拚命地告诉自己，不可以垮下来。生病也要敖。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;还有最后一天考Account。 =.= 温习时间特别长。好恐怖哦！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不是讲讨厌考试。而是二十天。 =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;想起都觉得恶心想吐...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title='课业'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7579110774904934846</id><published>2009-04-05T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:26:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>事件</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;昨天，发生了一件事情。我没多震憾。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;只是它往我心湖里，丢了一颗石头。泛起涟漪不断。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我很庆幸，昨晚我很忙。根本没有时间去想到我的部分。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;事隔那么久，我本已忘记。现在又被动地重新想起了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;同一天内，我听了两次“假”。刚开始的时候，还没有什么。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可是后来仔细想想，是否曾经我也被这样说过？ =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;很想骂浑蛋，可是却心虚地觉得在骂自己。 =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我一直在想，到底是什么原因触动这件事件。我想不通。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;也尝试过去问，可是我得不到答案。算了...等一切淡了下来，再讨论。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我也很庆幸事情过了那么久，我所有的感觉都已经麻木。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我真的不想再去经历我用了一年时间去克服的问题。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我也庆幸我可以以我经验作为朋友的照明灯。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll always be there whenever you need me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最近的我，颓废了很多。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;心情一直不好，食欲减少了很多。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;少了朋友，不想和陌生人说话。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;少了你，不想花心机去打扮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;这样的情形会维持多久？我其实一直在等。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7579110774904934846?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7579110774904934846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7579110774904934846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7579110774904934846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7579110774904934846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_05.html' title='事件'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-7298644044157589923</id><published>2009-04-04T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:12:50.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>自恋</title><content type='html'>我的朋友，很多都是自恋的家伙。他们让我看清我自己，一样也很自恋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们的症状其实都挺严重的。更明确地说，病入膏肓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;送给心理医生就诊，简直会被诊断无药可救，医回也浪费医药费。lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自恋有很多种，我有3个朋友可是超爱他们的外貌的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首当其冲，当然是每天讲自己帅、可爱的Fah啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再来就是Yean了。最近，挺少见到她。自恋程度是否依然那么强呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近期，我怀疑被传染自恋症的Ceci，病情逐渐严重。有救吗？I doubt it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我承认我也很自恋，可是我自恋的地方和他们不一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有什么不一样？了解我的人，自个儿猜。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是后来，我发现了另外一种自恋，就是自暗恋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一种就是藏着来自恋的。不容易发觉。是谁？哈哈。Lat.  哈？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有很出奇吗？他常常自夸的啦。我忽视不代表我不知道。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;似乎自恋症会传染哦。要小心为妙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;×今天，发生了一件令我很惊讶的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这件事件改变了我对爱情的看法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一时之间，我真的不懂得该怎么去处理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着我的朋友，虽然我很想，可是我却不能怪她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己也做过一样的事情，有什么资格去怪别人？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-7298644044157589923?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7298644044157589923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=7298644044157589923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7298644044157589923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/7298644044157589923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='自恋'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132623010882014246.post-8369286609146470448</id><published>2009-04-03T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:59:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to school today. Because Miss Chong invited me to watch the Easter celebration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since that she asked me to invite others to go, then i did so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a short while, I notice that she was advertising Easter celebration everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need that oi or not o? lol. Shh.. Dont let her know. I'm too young to be dead. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arrived at school by 8.30am. I was so terrified. So many juniors were there. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We waited for 20 minutes, the show started. They sang first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl, I saw her before in Stress Surviver. So short. =.= Cant see la. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show was boring. =.= Cant attract me to stand there and watch. Hot lah.. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Bilik Ketua Bidang there. But Miss Teresa was still drinking tea at canteen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So bad la those teachers. Dont support school activity. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before recess, we were chatting with Miss Teresa. Whole gang of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ui? Why I let Fah sat the only chair? Yer.. He dont study form 6 d la. Get lost! Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Miss Chong. I planned to watch the whole performance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But very hot. And no star service lo. No place for us to sit. Lousy.  :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was busy chatting with teachers, Miss Chang and Miss Teresa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss Teresa's skill has increased. Always can continue although we tease her. Geng wo. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we left, we were fooling around at astaka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fah was caught to record 1 video, as a birthday surprise for Tan Pui Lei. Like superstar. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said Hi to Mr Bernard but he was so shock when he saw Fah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went near and ask why, Mr Bernard said Fah look like a GIRL. Hahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl?! The 1 who always claim himself handsome, got hurted? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met Miss Laurence and said Hi too. She asked me why I came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to watch celebration lo. She asked that you come after it is finished?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What o? I came bout 8.30am d wo. I didnt go near and watch only ma. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were so many new teachers there. We were so 38 and look at them like they are some sort of rare creature. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school, we went pc fair. Fah meant to buy a laptop. He is so bad taste la. Chose a lousy laptop than a nice laptop. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think if I go matric, I'll buy a Hp too. Depends on how much budget my dad give me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to buy a webcam. But the webcam offered at pc fair look stupid la. Human shape? =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 megapixel. WA~! Then my mom can see me so damn clearly when I go matric lo? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day ended so fast. I hope I can study form 6, then I m free to go anywhere. Hai..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is glad to meet you today. Although just a smile, it's more than enough for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's good to know that you are fine.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2132623010882014246-8369286609146470448?l=turtletzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8369286609146470448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2132623010882014246&amp;postID=8369286609146470448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8369286609146470448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2132623010882014246/posts/default/8369286609146470448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtletzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-celebration.html' title='Easter celebration'/><author><name>cooltzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026947809363199852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCt8tMkRsm0/STs5ZlLCgZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/npq7eMY-G90/S220/018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
