<?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-1353187998490897472</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:02:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misty_bloggie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-3903537646765604344</id><published>2009-05-29T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:11:36.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小女孩 Call In 點歌</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;小女孩：我可以點歌嗎？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;播音員：可以呀！妳想點給誰聽？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：我想點給我媽媽聽&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;播音員：好乖！妳幾歲？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：我十歲&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;播音員：十歲？！才國小三年及是吧？妳該不會是點童謠吧？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：我點給媽媽聽的，不是童謠啦！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;播音員：那為什麼會想點給媽媽聽？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：我媽媽很辛苦，星期一到星期五都要加班到很晚才回家，回到家還要整理家務，整理完後還要檢查我的作業，幫我復習功課，又預習功課，都要到半夜才能睡覺，很累!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 播音員：哇！光聽就很累。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：而且星期六、日好不容易休假，媽媽都還到書局找各種練習題回來給我做，幾乎是從來不休息的，這樣犧牲休假不是很可惜嗎？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;播音員：這倒是真的。妳想點誰的歌？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：是辛曉琪的歌&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;播音員：不錯喔，曲風成熟有韻味，妳媽咪一定會很喜歡而且感動，說不定會掉眼淚呢！快告訴我是那一首？我一定也會感同深受掉眼淚。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小女孩：是『女人何苦為難女人』&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 播音員：％＃＄！＊＠．．&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-3903537646765604344?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3903537646765604344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=3903537646765604344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/3903537646765604344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/3903537646765604344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/call-in.html' title='小女孩 Call In 點歌'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-7496954291586780304</id><published>2009-05-27T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:46:07.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>爱的感觉，总是在一开始觉得很甜蜜，&lt;br /&gt;总觉得多一个人陪、多一个人帮你分担，你终於不再孤单了&lt;br /&gt;至少有一个人想著你、恋著你， 不论做什么事情，&lt;br /&gt;只要能一起，就是好的，&lt;br /&gt;但是慢慢的，随著彼此的认识愈深，你开始发现了对方的缺点，&lt;br /&gt;於是问题一个接著一个发生，&lt;br /&gt; 你开始烦、累，甚至想要逃避.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说爱情就像在捡石头，总想捡到一个适合自己的，&lt;br /&gt; 但是你又如何知道什么时候能够捡到呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*她适合你，那你又适合她吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，爱情就像磨石子一样，&lt;br /&gt;或许刚捡到的时候，你不是那么的满意，&lt;br /&gt;但是记住人是有弹性的，很多事情是可以改变的，&lt;br /&gt;只要你有心、有勇气，与其到处去捡未知的石头，&lt;br /&gt; 还不如好好的将自己已经拥有的石头磨亮磨，你开始磨了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人以为是因为感情淡了，所以人才会变得懒惰。&lt;br /&gt;错！其实是人先被惰性征服，所以感情才会变淡的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *在某个聚餐的场合, 有人提议多吃点虾子对身体好， 这时候有个中年男人忽然说「十年前，当我老婆还是我的女朋友的时候，她说要吃十只虾，我就剥二十只给她！ 现在，如果她要我帮她剥虾壳，开玩笑！我连帮她脱衣服都没兴趣了，还剥虾壳咧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*听到了吗？明白了吗？ 难怪越来越多人只想要谈一辈子的恋爱，却迟迟不肯走入婚姻。&lt;br /&gt;因为，婚姻容易让人变得懒惰. 如果每个人都 懒得讲话、懒得倾听、 懒得制造惊喜、 懒得温柔体贴，那么夫妻或是情人之间, 又怎么会不渐行渐远渐无声呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以请记住：有活力的爱情，是需要适度殷勤灌溉的，谈恋爱，更是不可以偷懒的喔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*有一对情侣，相约下班後去用餐、逛街，可是女孩因为公司会议而延误了， 当她冒著雨赶到的时候已经迟到了30多分钟， 他的男朋友很不高兴的说： 你每次都这样，现在我甚么心情也没了， 我以後再也不会等你了！ 刹那间，女孩终於决堤崩溃了， 她心里在想：或许，他们再也没有未来了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *同样的在同一个地点，另一对情侣也面临同样的处境； 女孩赶到的时候也迟到了半个钟头，他的男朋友说：我想你一定忙坏了吧！ 接著他为女孩拭去脸上的雨水，并且脱去外套盖在女孩身上， 此刻，女孩流泪了, 但是流过她脸颊的泪却是温馨的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你体会到了吗？*其实爱、恨往往只是在我们的一念之间! 爱不仅要懂得宽容更要及时， 很多事可能只是在於你心境的转变罢了！懂了吗？当有个人爱上你，而你也觉得他不错。那并不代表你会选择他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *我们总说：我要找一个你很爱很爱的人，才会谈恋爱。但是当对方问你，怎样才算是很爱很爱的时候，你可能无法回答他，因为你自己也不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*没错，我们总是以为，我们会找到一个自己很爱很爱的人. 可是後来，当我们猛然回首，我们才会发觉自己曾经多么天真。假如从来没有开始，你怎么知道自己会不会很爱很爱那个人呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，很爱很爱的感觉，是要在一起经历了许多事情之後才会发现的。或许每个人都希望能够找到自己心目中百分之百的伴侣，但是你有没有想过在你身边会不会早已经有人默默对你付出很久了，只是你没发 觉而已呢？所以，还是仔细看看身边的人吧！他或许已经等你很久喽！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*当你爱一个人的时候，爱到八分绝对刚刚好。所有的期待和希望都只有七八分；剩下两三分用来爱自己。如果你还继续爱得更多，很可能会给对方沉重的压力，让彼此喘不过气来， 完全丧失了爱情的乐趣.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*所以请记住，喝酒不要超过六分醉，吃饭不要超过七分饱，爱一个人不要超过八分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *那天朋友问我：到底该怎么做才算是爱一个人呢？我笑著跟他说：其实每个人的爱情观都不一样，说对了叫开导，但就怕说错反倒变成误导。那就糟糕了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*如果你也正在为爱迷惘，或许下面这段话可以给你一些启示： 爱一个人，要了解，也要开解； 要道歉，也要道谢；要认错，也要改错；要体贴，也要体谅；是接受，而不是忍受；是宽容，而不是纵容；是支持，而不是支配；是慰问，而不是质问；是倾诉，而不是控诉；是难忘，而不是遗忘；是彼此交流，而不是凡事交代； 是为对方默默祈求，而不是向对方诸多要求；可以浪漫，但不要浪费；可以随时牵手，但不要随便分手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这封信打动了我，因为它说：'收到了这封信，是因为有人在默默的祝福你，因为你也爱你身边的一些人'。带着爱的，一切将如愿以偿。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-7496954291586780304?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7496954291586780304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=7496954291586780304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/7496954291586780304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/7496954291586780304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='爱'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-5378581521017239333</id><published>2009-02-24T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:17:23.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Sad weekend</title><content type='html'>21.2.2009 was the day that i ever dream of. I was suppose to fly to Kota Kinabalu with my friends to enjoy the nature view and test my stamina for mount climbing. I knew that i may have problem during the climbing stage but i do trust myself that i will reach to the top of the mountain. But... i didn't have the chance to do so. All is faith.. Faith that i shouldn't climb Mount KK now without any preparation, I shouldn't go enjoy my holiday when my uncle is not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That week i was having funny feeling. Feeling that i won;t be able to go for holiday. Is either me or my sis cant go for holiday. And it happen to be me. My beloved special someone had gone to somewhere far away from us, somewhere with have no pain no worry but fill with joy and happiness.  Is a relief to him but is lose for me. I love him so much and now he has moved to some special place. I feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that time turns back and given me the chance to spend more time to him, bring him around and have long and warm conversation with him. At least we spend time with him. But is too late. I hate myself of being to busy with works, late to reach home and having studies to prepare while working. If that Valentine Day is a free day without exam, i should have spend time with him, bring him for treatment and all this thing wont happen. Regret is all i have in my mind. But what can i do with this regret? Nothing can be done but to treasure the people around us with love and care. Spend to the elderly and spend more time with them before is too late. I love you, Uncle. Free yourself and take care. Love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-5378581521017239333?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5378581521017239333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=5378581521017239333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/5378581521017239333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/5378581521017239333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-sad-weekend.html' title='A very Sad weekend'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-5442800968850792710</id><published>2008-12-03T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:39:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FunnyFeeling</title><content type='html'>Lately, i have some funny feeling. I felt lonely but in fact i'm not. Friends are around me and i'm always with my family. I did enjoy hanging out with friends but somehow rather, there is an emptiness in between. Is unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed by and one of my friend has actually hit the point, solving my un-reasoning feeling. I'm actually hiding something in myself. That something cant be expressed in any medium or mode. It has been hiding and will do so ever since. I do hope what i feel may come true someday but i was afraid and i dowan it to come true. It hurts. What shall i do? Backing up is all i can think of, and be normal. Doing so and will bury this weird feeling with me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-5442800968850792710?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5442800968850792710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=5442800968850792710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/5442800968850792710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/5442800968850792710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/12/funnyfeeling.html' title='FunnyFeeling'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-3021566388922769352</id><published>2008-11-05T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:31:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frust....</title><content type='html'>November!! If i'm still a student i'll be very happy for this month and the month later. Why? Coz its holiday months, full with all sort of holiday packages and sales. But i'll no longer have this mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be loaded with works up till June and this is normal for working life. But when i overheard that i may not be able to have nice break for my CNY, i felt so down. This coming CNY falls on January and this is the most hectic month for all of us in thios profession. I'll be loaded with works and rushing for tight deadlines in clients' office. Sun will be a strange object for me and i'll be more familiar with moon. I'm really afraid of these. As what my friend said: "We are just a lady with normal vision and mission.". I agreed but i have make choices and have to face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i hope is to be normal - love and to love --&gt; Family, Friends &amp;amp; God, especially this coming 1st peak period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-3021566388922769352?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3021566388922769352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=3021566388922769352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/3021566388922769352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/3021566388922769352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/11/frust.html' title='Frust....'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-6074010221719771871</id><published>2008-08-07T09:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:43:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings after work....</title><content type='html'>All these while, everyday is just a normal day for me. I do my stuff, chit chat with my frens and family, plan all sort of activities, etc.  I have plenty of time to do things that i like, even if last minute work i still manage to complete it. But, things change right after this day - 1st July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day where i 1st step into the world of Adult University. Time can be flexible and yet it can be not flexible. Lately have been working so late, and have neglect all my fellow frens. The balances of my time between work, family and friends were not unstable currently, still in the progress of stabilizing it. I feel so sorry to those that i have neglected recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed by, I fall in love with Friday Night. This is the time for me to enjoy my life up to Sunday evening. Even if I go back late that night and feel very exhausted, i still feel happy. Coz i know i still have time for myself. The laziness worms that lay inside me always bugging me to go for sweet sleep but the TV program have more control on me. I waited so long to enjoy the movies that i have missed during my working time. I know impossible i can go thru every movie that i missed but at least i manage to release my mild stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is totally a refreshing day for me. I want to do lots of stuff but i couldn't. All of my friends were working. But i dun care, from next week onwards, my dear frens, be aware. ME, tricia, will start bugging you guys, dun reject me ya.. :P coz i love the days after friday but before Sunday evening. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-6074010221719771871?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6074010221719771871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=6074010221719771871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/6074010221719771871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/6074010221719771871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelings-after-work.html' title='Feelings after work....'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-2348339958173420195</id><published>2008-06-01T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:28:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>用最成熟的心态来选择自己的朋友</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;真正的v.s.普通的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友从未看过你哭泣。一个真正的朋友有双肩让你的泪水湿尽。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友不知道你父母的姓氏。一个真正的朋友有他们的电话在通讯簿上。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友会带瓶葡萄酒参加你的派对。一个真正的朋友会早点来帮你准备,为了帮你打扫而晚点走。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友讨厌你在他睡了后打来。一个真正的朋友会问为什么现在才打来。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友找你谈论你的困扰。一个真正的朋友找你解决你的困扰。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友对你的罗曼史感到好奇。一个真正的朋友可以威胁你说出来。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友在拜访时，像一个客人一样。一个真正的朋友会打开冰箱自己拿东西。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友在吵架后就认为友谊已经结束。一个真正的朋友明白当你们还没打过架就不叫真正的友谊。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;一个普通的朋友期望你永远在他身边陪他。一个真正的朋友期望他能永远陪在你身旁 ！&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/1353187998490897472-2348339958173420195?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2348339958173420195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=2348339958173420195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/2348339958173420195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/2348339958173420195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='用最成熟的心态来选择自己的朋友'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-4790324406411730892</id><published>2008-05-10T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:07:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter ro release stress....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 3 Male and 1 Female pencils in a box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            The Female pencil got pregnant !!&lt;br /&gt;              Which Male pencil is responsible?&lt;br /&gt;              THE ONE WITHOUT THE RUBBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2.   Woman in bed with husband's best friend,  and the phone rings !&lt;br /&gt;              'YES'.... OK,BYE' ... she replied.&lt;br /&gt;              She turns to her lover and says, THAT'S MY HUBBY,&lt;br /&gt;              HE SAYS HE'S NOW PLAYING GOLF WITH YOU !!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3.   3 Roosters : normal, retarded and a gay.&lt;br /&gt;            Normal : cock-a-doodle-dooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;             Retarded : doodle-cock-a-dooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;             Gay : any-cock-will dooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.   3 Guys were introduced to a pretty girl.....&lt;br /&gt;            Hi,.... I'm Peter, not a Saint.&lt;br /&gt;             I'm Paul, not a POPE.&lt;br /&gt;             I'm John,  not a Baptist...&lt;br /&gt;             The girl replied..  Hi.. I'm Mary, not a VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5.   Girlfriends are appetizers .... Tastes good at any time.&lt;br /&gt;            Mistresses are Tomyams  ... Hot and spicy. Eaten frequently.&lt;br /&gt;             WIVES are Maggi-mee.  Eaten when there's nothing to eat.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     6.   Income Tax office asked a Prostitute why she puts her occupation as 'CHICKEN FARMER'.&lt;br /&gt;            She replied: 'I RAISED 5,000 COCKS LAST YEAR.!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-4790324406411730892?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4790324406411730892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=4790324406411730892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/4790324406411730892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/4790324406411730892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/05/laughter-ro-release-stress.html' title='Laughter ro release stress....'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-3380587305992628555</id><published>2008-04-24T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:01:29.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>兩種教</title><content type='html'>昨天我和一個朋友聊到一句話，我覺得很有意義， 每個人一生中都要信兩種教 ，你知道是什麼教嗎....? 當然不是睡覺 .....^.^&lt;br /&gt;是 不計較 與不比較 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人活著都會有許多的慾望，慾望多了，漸漸會慾求不滿， 到最後就演變成為了滿足自己的慾望而去傷害別人 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我們凡事不與人計較，便不會有口角，也不會勾心鬥角，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我們凡事不與人比較，便不會有慾望，也不會欲求不滿，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因此我們做人要謙虛，要知足，更要惜福 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們要把自己縮小，不斷的縮小自己，小到能將自己放入別人眼中，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為眼裡是容不下一顆沙子的，倘若能將自己縮小到放入別人眼中， 讓別人都能接納你，這樣才是真的會做人，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界這麼大，每個人都有他的過人之處，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我們不懂得縮小自己，只是一味的覺得自己比別人厲害， 這樣永遠都不會成功，永遠都不會滿足，也永遠都不會快樂 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為一山比一山高，所以不要去和人家比較， 這不是要你因此不求上進喔 ..... ，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是要你懂得謙虛 .. 而是要你將心放大， 去包容每一個人，從家人，朋友，甚至陌生人 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許我解釋得不是很好，但我體會很深 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果每個人都能有所體悟，都能放寬心，相信都會過得很快樂 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.......... 知足常樂！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-3380587305992628555?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3380587305992628555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=3380587305992628555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/3380587305992628555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/3380587305992628555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='兩種教'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-894324881726375878</id><published>2008-04-18T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:18:18.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Programme Coordinator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/SAg5GLYln5I/AAAAAAAAACM/WP_83schV0E/s1600-h/P1050371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190461348842413970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/SAg5GLYln5I/AAAAAAAAACM/WP_83schV0E/s320/P1050371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our Accounting courses beloved Programme Coordinator - Mr Zulkliffee. He was surrounded by a bunch of FC members whom have been walking here and there finding him on a special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Zul is a funny guy and who like sweet perfune very much. Everywhere he passby, there will leave a track of very sweet perfume smell. At the point of time, you could be able to know that Mr Zul just passby here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a very good lecturer that always willingly to help students. He will spare time for the students even if he has ample of tasks on his hand. In fact, whatever questions u have in mind, dun be hesitate to find him. He can solve everything very fast coz he's a very informative person (especially accounting related information). Because of him, I managed to end my Industrial Training smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to this lecturer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-894324881726375878?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/894324881726375878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=894324881726375878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/894324881726375878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/894324881726375878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/04/beloved-programme-coordinator.html' title='Beloved Programme Coordinator'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/SAg5GLYln5I/AAAAAAAAACM/WP_83schV0E/s72-c/P1050371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-6118856879006901422</id><published>2008-03-31T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:00:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure life before everything was too late</title><content type='html'>After my hectic mid-exams, finally is friday. I got to go home at least to have few hours to sleep and relax before my second round outting with my jimui. That time while i was driving back home, i was not very concious and felt so dizzy as i was too tired. So i switch on my MP3 as loud as possible to at least being drag away from the sleepiness. Singing in the car was the best solution for me at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach Jalan Teluk Pulai, a turning point into my housing area (Tmn Teluk Pulai), I saw a condolence board-pointing a direction into my housing area. That time, i was thinking why in a sudden there are so many people passed away. Immediately when i have a right turn into my house, from far ( 5 houses away) i saw a tent in front of my neighbour's house, with 2 big white lanterns. I was stunned, thinking that who passed away. As i know, that house consist of 2 teenagers and their parents with total of 4 people, and their parent is very young with the age of 50+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i stepped into my house, my mum told me that Uncle Yap had passed away yesterday (thursday 29/3/2008) when he was having a badminton game in the badminton court somewhere in Eng Ann. The detail situation was not clear, as my mum only get to know that he was collapsed and his friends thought he was only tired. The time when they get to know that he was in danger, it was too late to sent him to hospital. Furthermore, the ambulance was late as usual and the traffic in Klang was terrible and these had also contributed to part of his delayed treatment which lead to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so down at that point in time. This has refreshed my memories during my youth age.  When i was small, i like to follow my brother to Uncle Yap's house because uncle likes to buy toys and game for his son to play. And his son likes to invite my brother and another 2 neighbours to play with him, and me of course will stick to my brother and they got no choice but to let me play with them. I remembered that when all of us were hanging around at uncle's house, he'll definately serve us with his son's beloved junk food - chips and all sort of fast food. Of course we would be delighted as most of our parent wouldn't let us to have these food unless on our birthday. So most of us will curi curi makan at his house. Uncle Yap, however, will bring us to the nearby playground to play kites or cyling. He's a very nice neighbour to us. Furthermore, both of our family are the member of a famous club in Klang. We used to join any of the activities held by the club and get to know each other even more detail. Sooner and later, our parent became very best friends, like to hang around in the club and sometimes even organised family trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, until a point of time, all of us lost contact. We no longer joining the club activities and started busy with our school life. In a sudden, everything just end like this and we become "Hi and Bye" friends. We only greet uncle when we saw him. No longer as close as last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i saw him passing by my house was last 2 weeks' weekend ( between 15/3-23/3/2008). that time i just wave at him, signify a "HI" to him and that the last thing that i ever did for such a long time. I felt so lost of lossing this such a good uncle. I was so curious, why in the earth that people practising a healthy lifestyle would die of so sudden without any sign? Why is the doctors always encourage us to practise healthy lifestyle and yet people tend to die in their early age? Why people with unhealthy lifestyle would have the opportunity to live longer than those normal people? Is god being equal? Who knows? Only GOD knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of advice, treasure the  moments u have with everyone beside you. Leave aside every sorrow and misunderstanding that you have with anyone. Stay away from anger and revenge that u have with you. Treasure your life and love everyone beside you. Treasure your life and do not let youself to regret on stuff you have done. Just do what u think is necessary to do and do it with no regret. No one will know when their life will end. Only god knows. So Treasure yourself before it was too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-6118856879006901422?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6118856879006901422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=6118856879006901422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/6118856879006901422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/6118856879006901422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/03/treasure-life-before-everything-was-too.html' title='Treasure life before everything was too late'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-6261612294274741359</id><published>2008-03-19T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:01:50.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone special that i respect - HIM</title><content type='html'>This "someone" is a special guess, which i will later refer as "HIM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One special day, i agreed to follow a friend of mine to meet up a special guess - HIM. Time of waiting to meet HIM may seems long but my heart was pumping very fast. I have a lot of questions to ask, but none of it seems realistic. And i was afraid that i may asked the wrong thing, and there's go my chance. So, while sitting in the crowds, i was thinking, trying to eliminate questions that doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, is my turn to meet him face to face. HIM asked me what can HIM help me. I said that i had promised HIM earlier to meet HIM again to asked for some solutions that i had raised out last trip. He promised me that He could resolved all my problems only if i bring the stuff that HE requested on the following trip. Stuff that HE required really make me headache. At that point of time, i was thinking where should i find all these stuff in city.  Before i able to voice out, it seems HE look thru my heart. HE told me not to worry as people here could be able to help me, as long as i ask. I look at HIM and HE smiles at me and asked me anything else HE can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I asked permission for asking this question since it relates to my sibling. I thought HE wouldn't answer. But lucky me. HE said the special person is already there and is waiting for a notting head chance. At that time being, an Unbelive reaction appears on my face and i look at HIM. Not that i dun believe HIM, i just cant think of if that someone really appeared? HE look at me saying that i shouldn't show disbelief in HIM, HE knows more than i can expect. Both of us were laughing as he and me knew that the disbelief reaction is a sign of ambiguity towards my sibling. What HE told me was, although my sibling does not tells us anything, it doesn't mean anything doesn't going to happen, just give my sibling some space. I was, in fact, felt happy and some kind of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE laughed and looked at me again, asking if i have any question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i already open up this topic, i took the opportunity to ask abt mine. Immediately HE laughed and told me to prepare the stuff that HE required. By that time, what i want can come true. Even if i want it this year, HE will also help me to grap it. HE asked me with a smily face if i want it now? Everyone in the room was laughing and i felt so embarass. But at least I have clear some of my queries. Thanks to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i have some difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know what stuff that i find it hard to get it from a town city like Klang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well water, river water and sea water..hehe..  Everyone know that Klang has the most contaminated water supplies. the Sea and River water was extremely dirty and highly contaminated by chemicals, rubbish and, etc. Do i really need to collect the water? Yes, i have to. But in other place, i hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-6261612294274741359?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6261612294274741359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=6261612294274741359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/6261612294274741359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/6261612294274741359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-special-that-i-respect-him.html' title='Someone special that i respect - HIM'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-1997754529629959407</id><published>2008-03-19T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:06:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure in enjoying Holidays</title><content type='html'>What can I do within a week of holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;3. Hunting for delicious food and beverages&lt;br /&gt;4. Vacation&lt;br /&gt;5. Clubbing&lt;br /&gt;6. Gathering with a bunch of friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch movies&lt;br /&gt;8. Spa/massage, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I have or going to do within this week are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;2. Study&lt;br /&gt;3. Do research&lt;br /&gt;4. Do house-chore&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look boring right? No choice, i have losses too much of time and there are too much of things to cope on. Studies itself will and/or have took up most of my time and the past 3 days i chose to rest my mind and body --&gt; sleep, -- because the weather was so nice and cooling. Furthermore, i was not feeling well. Main solution --&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results, no time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...I'm really in deep shit. I do really hope that i able to settle my unsettled stuff within the remaining time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please let the clock tick slower. At least let me have the time to enjoy some of the plans that I mentioned on the 1st Paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have to do now, is get back to study now..tata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-1997754529629959407?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1997754529629959407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=1997754529629959407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/1997754529629959407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/1997754529629959407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/03/failure-in-enjoying-holidays.html' title='Failure in enjoying Holidays'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-312319599554389716</id><published>2008-03-12T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:59:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 + 4 Ways to Know If You're Chinese</title><content type='html'>1. You unwrap gifts very carefully, so that you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those ribbons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers. You use the grocery bags to hold garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You hate to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;     a ) Even if you're totally full, if someone says he is going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them. (Your mom will give a lecture about starving kids in Africa).&lt;br /&gt;     b ) You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't own any real Tupperware; only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, take-out containers, and jam jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a collection of minature shampoo bottles that you take home every time you stay in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You wipe your plates and utensils or wash them in a small basin of hot water before you eat every time you are in a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. You own a rice cooker and a slow cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You fight (literally) over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You have a teacup with a cover on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you're under age 20, you own a really expensive walkman if you're over 20, you own a really expensive camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You're a wok user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You only make long distance calls after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You prefer your shrimps with the heads and legs still attached; it means they're fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You never call your parents just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they'll ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they're heaty (yeet hay in Cantonese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you only sit 10 feet apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You always cook too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You starve yourself before going to an all-you-can-eat buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24. You know someone who can get you a good deal of jewelry or electronics or computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27. You know why this list consists of only "28 "reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28. You take this message and forward it to all your Chinese friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four more indications that you need to add ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 You wrap with napkins all the knives, spoons and forks of the  airline that you fly on and put them in your travelbag as souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 You never forget to take with you all the unused bath and facial  tissues when you check out from the hotel because you beieve that you have paid for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 You will laugh at yourself when you read all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 And you will always be proud that you're Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you are able to add some more pointers to the above list as  to why the Chinese are so populous and can prosper everywhere in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-312319599554389716?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/312319599554389716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=312319599554389716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/312319599554389716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/312319599554389716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/03/28-4-ways-to-know-if-youre-chinese.html' title='28 + 4 Ways to Know If You&apos;re Chinese'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-7834022004816240258</id><published>2008-03-04T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:08:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of the Cross-road.</title><content type='html'>Finally, i'm almost reaching towards the end of my Uni life. This is the time for all of us to think of what we want our future to be like, what we want to become in our future, etc. But, i dunno specifically what i really wanna do in future. Could i say: "What i want after i step out of MMU is Money?". Look materialistic huh. No choice, this is part of the real world's philosophy - “钱不是万能，没钱就万万不能”But, without any planning, even if i'm a millionnaire, my life will be meaningless too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what i want for my future then? Erm, still in the consideration. Should i enter into the commercial line now or later after i gone thru my Audit line and finish my professional paper or vice versa? Which way should i choose? Which firm should i apply for? Which choice is best for me for now and then? I am being very choosy because i was not sure what i want in future. If i could set-up my mind on what i want now, this wouldn't be a problem for me, right? This reminds me of the day when i finished my A-Levels and i couldn't set-up my mind on what course i should proceeds with. But the situation now is different, everything is on my own now. I need to think as an adult. Be responsible on everything decision i made. This is why i was being so caution on choosing my future life. I wan the balance between working life and my own lifestyle, at least, although i know it is impossible. But who knows. If i have determination on everything we do, every single decision i made may change the history, change my life. Am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i do hope for miracles. How miracle will come to me? I thinks it comes to me when i have a mind-set on what i want and how i want it to be. As the philosophy said: If u think u can, u CAN. Even if i'm not sure if i can make my dreams come true, but i believe if i have put the efforts, nothing is impossible. This is when the miracles come in - I believe on the decision i make and the miracle will somehow give me the things that i hope i'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choices.....decisions......plannings......determinations and efforts......miracles......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question, what i want for my future? I'll search for my answer....analyse choices, decide what best for myself, plan for my life, and have the determination to make my dreams come true. Efforts will somehow bring my miracles to my side... Gambateh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-7834022004816240258?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7834022004816240258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=7834022004816240258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/7834022004816240258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/7834022004816240258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-end-of-cross-road.html' title='At the end of the Cross-road.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-1730258762202814164</id><published>2008-01-31T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:49:53.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unforgetable girl</title><content type='html'>how could i stand my roomate + coursemate --&gt; fai chai director for this semester...coz of one show, one cartoon and one cartoon character she can become so crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how crazy is she...imagine a girl keep on repeating the same sentence "everyone knows your name called woody" from day to night..she even translate it to cantonese "Mui kor yan dou ji dou lei kor meng kiu Wu Dik"...OMG..these sentences really haunt me..somehow i really regretted to stay with such a crazy girl..God pls...shoo her away...shoo her sentences away...God, Jesus, Kuan Nin Ma, Tai Yi Ma...help me to kao tim her...let her forget these sentences....without it at least i can survive....pls pls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Gods...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-1730258762202814164?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1730258762202814164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=1730258762202814164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/1730258762202814164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/1730258762202814164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/01/unforgetable-girl.html' title='An unforgetable girl'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-2105691770114419348</id><published>2008-01-15T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:02:00.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Words...</title><content type='html'>13/1/2008 - 8pm - Bukit Tinggi Jusco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we happily passby a hair saloon, J saw something stick at the glass window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Wat is Digi (S)perm and wat is Aqua (S)pem?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm...(meanwhile thinkin ways to explain...)&lt;br /&gt;W: Wat? wei, fren..digi eprm la..not sperm leh!!&lt;br /&gt;J,W, Me: "hahahahha"&lt;br /&gt;J: paiseh paiseh....i din reliased leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;W: Aqua sperm ma sperm that can swim lo&lt;br /&gt;Me: Digi Sperm ma sperm then being strike by electric lo..&lt;br /&gt;W: no, is sperm that can swim thru the inetrnet...&lt;br /&gt;J: wei....dun la like tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salesgirl: yes, can i help u??&lt;br /&gt;(three of us stop and look at her)&lt;br /&gt;Me: wat's the diff betw Aqua perm, Digi perm and Stim perm?&lt;br /&gt;salesgirl: aqua perm is...........(explain)&lt;br /&gt;J: oh, thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Me: luckily u din ask her wat is Digi sperm hor??i wonder what she going to answered u leh?&lt;br /&gt;(three of us laughing so loudly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the cutest part of my fren - J..who frequently talk rojak language..do u ever encounter somone that capable to talk 2 types of languages within one sentence? like "shi zhi" in mandarin, J can use mixture of mandarin and slef-created language to say it out - " shi ji"...can u do it?dun think so...so, J is the best of the best..i love J...hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-2105691770114419348?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2105691770114419348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=2105691770114419348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/2105691770114419348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/2105691770114419348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-words.html' title='Super Words...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353187998490897472.post-9133899499808878439</id><published>2008-01-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:17:42.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting??!!!</title><content type='html'>2 more weeks to go, and i will return to MMU to complete my last semester..suffer i think, most of  my friends had graduated, only left few of us here...dunno what's the life without them...this is the disadvantages of having 4-year course and 3-year course...pls pls...let me complete my last semester with joys and happiness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353187998490897472-9133899499808878439?l=sy-tricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9133899499808878439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353187998490897472&amp;postID=9133899499808878439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/9133899499808878439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353187998490897472/posts/default/9133899499808878439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sy-tricia.blogspot.com/2008/01/waiting.html' title='waiting??!!!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761978259245573277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r75VQJ_MNws/R_tLaJD1sDI/AAAAAAAAABE/yp2pT50e2sE/S220/P1050295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
