<?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-2768004077968702323</id><updated>2011-09-11T03:53:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life begins with dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>Here lies the little garden of my life. Something buried deep inside me is expressed through words. Words say it all...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-1137046318669375012</id><published>2011-02-19T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T03:48:20.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>过去的就让它过去</title><content type='html'>光阴似箭,&lt;br /&gt;当一切都已尘埃落定,&lt;br /&gt;当一切都已成定局,&lt;br /&gt;仿佛一切都无法回头,&lt;br /&gt;又何必停留于过去,&lt;br /&gt;何必念念不忘?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既已过去,&lt;br /&gt;莫让它成为迈向成功的绊脚石,&lt;br /&gt;不留念,&lt;br /&gt;不挽留,&lt;br /&gt;不后悔...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既来之,则安之;&lt;br /&gt;活在当下,&lt;br /&gt;活得精彩,&lt;br /&gt;过去的就随它过去...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-1137046318669375012?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/1137046318669375012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/1137046318669375012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/1137046318669375012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='过去的就让它过去'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3893426201311959037</id><published>2011-01-23T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T07:47:24.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time on Das Boot</title><content type='html'>Owing to the requirement of the German language course, I thereby made my step for the movie entitled "Das Boot". The fact is, I love watching movies, they are my favourite activity and I regarded it as a part of myself. I never closed my eyelids or attempted to nor feeling sleepy in the middle of a movie. Nevertheless, "Das Boot" had opened a whole new page and broke a new record in my very own book of history. For the first time, I feel sleepy. Mainly due to boring conversations inside the submarine and less actions and climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring as it was, I couldn't say it did not interest me entirely. At some points, I did enjoy watching war-film. The movie 99% focused on a submarine U--(forgot what code)back in the world-war-II with 50 members in it. My first thought - submarine should be huge. My thought was wrong for the submarine's interior was so narrow only a person could pass by. Second,  those soldiers were meant to be tightly bounded to discipline as many others normal people would share this same thought with me. Singing, dancing, mocking, playing were their ways to kill time instead. But not until problems arised. They were serious and stern with those darkened faces of theirs. Play hard, work hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention the main factor contributing to my sleepy condition. The film itself took me 5 hours sitting motionless inside the chill room keeping my pupils dilated long enough to an exhausted state. Of course, there was a short break in between. But still, it was really BORING to watch the same film for 5 hours with less than 5% of climax and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I was impressed by how they could possibly make seriously damaged parts back to functionality in such an adverse condition. The psychological pressure itself could kill a person by bursting his head off. They worked in a team and as a whole, taking instructions with no single question asked. They were excellence in professionalism - SOLDIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I didn't like the ending. By the time they made their way back to their homeland, so close to their family; and there they got attacked and bombed. Countless were dead. That's how it ended. Must had taken decades of bad luck to have this kind of situation I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were what crossed my mind after 5 hours quality time in the theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3893426201311959037?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3893426201311959037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2011/01/quality-time-on-das-boot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3893426201311959037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3893426201311959037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2011/01/quality-time-on-das-boot.html' title='Quality Time on Das Boot'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7657164701404080162</id><published>2010-12-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:32:21.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My theory of life - Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>This chapter I am so going to write a review of self reflection. Things I learned and those little negative things that have long embedded deep down my self-conscious mind I have just deciphered into the category of blurness. Blurness has brought errors and damages out of my pure stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I stand, I have a limited range of vision or you should say low alert. I am always unaware of things happening around me or else happened to be the last one to catch up the info. My latest news received have never been the latest as it should be in the first place. So, I may wonder how did I get along with my life before. Owing to my shortcircuit antenna adapted right on top of me, I have a high dependancy on manually transmitted info via friends networking in compensation to what I lack of. Their words turn out to be more accountable and trustworthy somehow in some way. This is why I'm glad to have good friends around me and I do think I'm blessed with all the best. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the help from my dear friends, I don't take that as granted as much as I cherish every single one of them. Friend as well as trust is not granted but earned. Earning it has every thing to do with sincerity that comes as the pioneer basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always helpless in tackling my blurness syndrome and being tactful will be the top of most wanted character list of mine. I have spared some thought in line with the solution to this or maybe not a total cure but at least will do some improvement to a certain degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to catch up the status and as well updating my current improvement progress, I have signed myself a medical report card which in this case a personal notebook that carries the details of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish of December - May all memories remain intact with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7657164701404080162?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7657164701404080162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-theory-of-life-vol-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7657164701404080162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7657164701404080162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-theory-of-life-vol-2.html' title='My theory of life - Vol. 2'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-1883756710976409885</id><published>2010-11-21T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:50:19.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning in progress</title><content type='html'>"Do not disturb", that's the words I put on my face by the time I rummage across my old stuffs as well as my luggage. There are too many things to be reorganized and yet to be done till this day. I need a plan, a well laid out plan to carry out this top most difficult task. Cleaning - the last thing I want to do on earth, most of the time being able to find excuses to pull myself out of this troublesome work. Cleaning simply means trouble to me. A big big trouble that I would avoid at any chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no longer any excuse for me as the date on the calendar turns blue indicating holidays. Errr.... where to start? This question keep on popping in my head for a long while until I could pinpoint the first thing to clean -- my desk. Haha... my desk, covered with pile of dusk and messed up. My very first step - Categorizing the wanted and unwanted stuffs. In the end, I dispose nearly half of my stuffs which equally likely makes 3 bags fulled of rubbishes ended up in trashcan. Throw, throw, throw. Everything not in use just throw cause I have no place to keep them while more is coming. So, 1 day spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my lecture notes and tutorials and books. I tag them nicely and label them. Aren't I tidy??? Not so messy as I am claimed to be, my friends! I arrange them nicely too! Can't believe I can make it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing in line would be my wardrobe and my laptop. Oops, don't forget my shoes as well. Everything just perfectly in queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely done!!! Thumbs up! Don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-1883756710976409885?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/1883756710976409885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/11/cleaning-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/1883756710976409885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/1883756710976409885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/11/cleaning-in-progress.html' title='Cleaning in progress'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-5749924074480823479</id><published>2010-11-15T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:54:19.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>This morning, I woke up with a loaded head where you could find zero strand of easiness in it. Dark circles under my eyes, dehydrated face, furrowed eyes and an extensive stress look made a hideous me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment, I couldn't find a word to describe the sense of relaxation that ran through the nerves all over my body. The burden was out of my shoulder the second I handled that piece of sheet to the examiner. How glad!!! The exhaustion and tiredness vanished together with the last count of exam time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break finally arrived at my doorstep which set me free to the open air. The air is fresher, the wind is soothing and everything has never been felt so right at this time. This is the end of my fifth semester bringing about the beginning of my free days! Taking a deep breath, figure out what I want to do next is exhilarating! Well, I have just hang out with my dear coursemates for supper simply to recharge our all-too-drained system. Everyone wears a big wide smile, all natural and happiness swells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's coming up next is yet to be planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long long night. Tonight, I can pretty sure I can sleep well. No more insomnia!&lt;br /&gt;SWEET DREAM~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-5749924074480823479?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/5749924074480823479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/11/prison-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/5749924074480823479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/5749924074480823479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/11/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-359236735051019934</id><published>2010-11-01T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:02:05.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing</title><content type='html'>It had been quite a long time since the last time I went to a playground. Swing is always my all time favourite. Despite my age, I would still leap onto the swing and swung up to the sky ignoring all the weird staring around me. I enjoyed swinging that much was not due to my childish nature though it existed. It was merely because I very much enjoyed the feel of freedom, eyes locked on the clouds, puzzled into various enormous objects that I could ever imagined. There were plenty of stuffs that I could picture through which I can wear a smile upon. Teddy, pirate ship, polar bear, Mickey, and so much more hanging steadily in the sky until some nasty strong wind altered their shapes into something else. They transformed and kept on changing with time gave me a sense of freedom. They were so far beyond reach, yet I could sense their presence just next to me, with eyelids closed, I could feel them, touch them and even taste them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind, was another element that soothed every inch of my feeling on the swing. It whipped my face, not harshly but gently touched when I swung forward. Like a pendulum, it moved swiftly and smoothly forward and backward so many times that I lost count of it. The wind was the one that accounted for my tangle and messy hair each ride I had taken. My hairs shuffled at the time it shoved right past my straight hairs, making them fluffy on movement. Yes, a new hair style I got from the saloon of nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was colder in the starry night. It was calmer than the daylight time. It was a wonderful moment to have a peaceful ride. The sky was tinted with infinite blinking and shining stars, and if I was lucky enough, I would see a glowing moon right besides them, like a mother guarding on her children. While swinging, I felt for once that I could catch them. I stared into the static stars tilted in the dark sky, swinging as hard as I could as to swing all the bad mood away emptying and clearing my little cell of thought. It was my way of throwing and discharging all the stress accumulated in the tiny vessel of mine that could hold no more. Guess the sky is the biggest garbage bin that I have got on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing has brought countless joy and fun to me during my childhood. It is still my best company till this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing - The closest thing I had as flying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-359236735051019934?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/359236735051019934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/11/swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/359236735051019934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/359236735051019934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/11/swing.html' title='Swing'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-2099580873294886236</id><published>2010-10-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T09:56:41.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new vocabulary "Stunner"</title><content type='html'>The word "stunner" has opened a new page in the KPM's dictionary, depicted from a KPM member. He is the father of stunner, introducing and teaching us how to be a stunner. We are trained as we are stunned. No one can be a stunner without being stunned. There is a wide coverage inside this term "stunner" which generally includes speaking lame jokes(cold or hot), sinister, and capable of silencing others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time joining into this fantastic KPM family as pure as a white paper, I am now fully equipped with the stunning skill I needed to graduate from the KPM. Well, perhaps not fully, at least 70% as well will do. Though this brand new word is not recognized universal nor international, it is indeed a powerful communication tool among the KPM's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning has now replaced the ordinary scolding which we're used to apply to those we're angry with. No harsh words needed nor to speak in a heavy tone or deafening voice. Some "stun" words may just kill your opponent in no time. So, what's the need to be mad? Just "stun" with a smiling face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, "stun" is very flexible and multi-functional. It is a laugh creator equipment. Laughter comes along with all the "stun" sentences when put into some situation under circumstances. For all KPMs, you surely understand what I practically mean here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a conditional probability for "stun" to take place. There must always be a subject to "stun". A victim is a more accurate word to use. And to all stunners, you're the prey! Subjects are being tossed around in a blink. The fun in it: We all laugh with joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: &lt;br /&gt;Bad consequences may arise together with the "stun" for some may get cranky over the issue. So, this makes playing "stun" exactly the same like playing fire. Do bring along the fire extinguisher as the precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me speaking on behalf of the father of stunner - Rhasta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-2099580873294886236?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/2099580873294886236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-vocabulary-stunner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2099580873294886236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2099580873294886236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-vocabulary-stunner.html' title='A new vocabulary &quot;Stunner&quot;'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-2381841500629223368</id><published>2010-10-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T06:52:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My theory of life - vol 1</title><content type='html'>When I'm down, I'd like to be alone occupying myself with endless tasks and works without being reminded of what causing it. It's just an automated control mode being switched on once the threshold level in my system is triggered. I don't do much talking until I feel like to talk. Better shut up and do my work quietly. Better be constructive than destructive. A healthier way in resolving emotional problems. Sometimes, we are not given much options in life but we do given time to spare a thought on a decision or a choice to make. The realm of life is the part we walk through the up and down and the essence extracted is the beauty in it. There is no guarantee our paths are more likely to be the same nor smooth. What's the fun in it if that's the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our environment may put a stone in our paths but it can't touch our will, much less our determination. Path is shaped, bit by bit, rather than set. And then it is changeable, anytime. Fear not to make a change or there will be no improvement at any chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistance to change is in our nature as turbulence in equilibrium state is exactly what we're afraid of. However, how can a summit be achieved without the jolt that drives towards the peak? Fear does exist in every human nature but it doesn't mean it can't be tamed. If only if you have strong will against the dark side of yours, you can turn impossible to possible. Taking the situation in reverse, if you permit your weakness driving the steel, anything possible will end as an impossible mission, any dim hope will lead to an dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even drown in sadness, I'd make it the source of strength as it makes me tougher in the future. Grateful that it is the vaccine jab that boosts my mentality to a higher level. It won't take long for the pricking pain to fade away for I'll be ready the next time it invades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constituent of strength is The Pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-2381841500629223368?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/2381841500629223368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-theory-of-life-vol-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2381841500629223368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2381841500629223368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-theory-of-life-vol-1.html' title='My theory of life - vol 1'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-2301556453046431667</id><published>2010-10-14T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:19:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesta Tanglung 2010</title><content type='html'>Though late beyond the real date, it still better be late than never. The party of the mooncake festival was a huge success special thanks to the united effort of all members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded with people wandering around while I was busy rolling the dough. I was part of the mooncake-making-and-sell on the spot team. We prepare, we made, and we sell. We were surrounded by a crowd of curious visitors with eyes fixed on what we were doing by the time we laid our hands on the powder. Mooncake-making was the one of the many exhibitions being held for this very meaningful festive of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performances were going perfect on schedule as it was planned. There were only a few that I could catch a glimpse over my task on hand which were the diabolo, dances, drum and drama. While the others were happy enjoying the show, sweats were all over me squeezed out drop by drop wetting my cloth considering the fact that it took quite an amount of physical energy to make a mooncake. Given my first attempt in this whole new trial, the whole process was not as easy as it seemed. It was all circling on the right skill of the maker from the beginning of mixing the ingredients to the end of modeling. The products of our sweaty hard work may not be in line with the those branded mooncakes on the shelf. It was nevertheless freshness guaranteed and 100% FOP (free of preservatives). Allow me to brag here, it taste finger licking good for me. Haha... The proof was we managed to clear all the stocks on sale with the last few pieces shared among our members. KPM rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not over yet until we cheered for all our good work! &lt;br /&gt;A union day that united us - it fits the main purpose of the mooncake festival itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to ZEA:&lt;br /&gt;Being the main chef of the day was never easy, not to mention the lack of bit here and there. Yet, you have make it the simplest thing I have seen on earth. Your teaching-while-making lesson is very much appreciated and will be remembered. What we have learnt today, it's on you!&lt;br /&gt;-THANK YOU-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-2301556453046431667?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/2301556453046431667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/10/pesta-tanglung-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2301556453046431667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2301556453046431667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/10/pesta-tanglung-2010.html' title='Pesta Tanglung 2010'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-700657665766687438</id><published>2010-09-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:03:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness-Feel it, be it~</title><content type='html'>Laziness-the most unwanted element in a person's head. I would rather take it the other way round. Looking deep into it, it might not be such a nuisance sometimes. It could be contagious, if only we couldn't get control of our primary mindset and let it get control of us instead. Indeed, how bad could it be, if it infiltrates you at the right time and you're happened to feel it just right to be in you at the very moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays seem the best moment to be lazy and I just feel right to let it overwhelms me and not to have any workload get into a single nerve of me at the very least. I let it be, cause I know I would not going to have it, to feel it after 2 weeks time. Thus, I am in no better position than now to be a lazy me. 2 weeks, a perfect timing that I have set for the all-too-exhausted brain of mine to cash in some credits of vacation for a little bit taste of rejuvenation. It is merely a precaution step to ensure my brain does not exceed its yield stress point. Soaking myself with a totally I-think-better sensation starting last Friday, and so far I do enjoy every taste of it! I shall say, you should get a taste yourself too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning, and god knows how lazy I could be? I could care no more, enjoy and enjoy cause every single minute counts and I wouldn't let it to waste. Appreciate this lazy moment of my life and get it over 2 weeks after! The feel is surely different and the difference it is that adds colours to my hectic student life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's feel it and Be it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-700657665766687438?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/700657665766687438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/09/laziness-feel-it-be-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/700657665766687438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/700657665766687438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/09/laziness-feel-it-be-it.html' title='Laziness-Feel it, be it~'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7424349720463302913</id><published>2010-08-16T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:49:29.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never</title><content type='html'>"Never say never", said Toni in the movie of North face. This line stays fresh in my mind every now and then. He was a tough German alpinist and just like many other alpinists, he did have a wild ambition. To be the first to conquer the Eiger Mountain in Switzerland was the first thing he wished in his entire life. He wanted to stand and wave on the summit of the North Face so badly even though hiking that particular north wall was regarded as a suicide mission in the eyes of others. Through this movie, I see perseverance in him and his partner, Andi. It was almost impossible to climb that mountain with its rock so brittle and steep with ice lining on the surface especially during the winter where a snowstorm may hit you in the face without a blink! Yet, this is nothing to them. They only saw the fluorescence of glory illuminated on the summit. Their lives were hanged on the rope they brought, they felt the strength from it and there they set their foot towards the highest peak of Eiger! It was a bad timing I have to say, to have hiked in such a bad weather. Eiger hiking had claimed the lives of all and Eiger Mountain was their land of peace in the end. Arrival of snowstorm had swallowed and drowned them alive, slowly and cruelly, stiffened them to freeze and had taken them down one by one. They were so close to home, and yet they were only an inch from the grim reaper. His spirit was the one that I salute the most, to have never given up till his last breath. Despite his failure to conquer Eiger, he had won the heart and respect of all people and did his nation proud. His never-say-never spirit did not just vanished following his death, instead, he had wrote a whole new page of historical path to next alpinists from all around the world. "We will never forget you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Long As My Feet Will Carry Me - another movie that brought the theme of perseverance to the climax! As the saying goes, "our fate is in our hand", this is so not true for Clement Forell as his fate lies on his own feet instead. He and his comrades were held hostage in Siberia during the war and his entire army force had been made forced-labours under surveillance of Soviet forces in an icy mine. An implicit land of ice is a perfect prison camp that bounds you tight where you can find no place to hide and no grass to eat within a wide radius. This remind me of a scene of how joyful Clement was the moment he had seen a small tree upon his escape. In such adverse condition of the mine, he can stand no more. What Clement did in that icy mining camp was merely a prison's break. Cool, isn't it? With one cohesive thought, he gathered all his strength from every fiber in his body, just to get the hell out of that place and walked back home. Yes, walk! In the middle of nowhere, he walked for three years all the way to Germany. It's unbelievable yet it's true. From the second he managed to escape from the mine, he had got no food, no water, no map, nothing but his own foot to carry on his journey to home. It got to have taken more than courage to do what he did. He was all alone and precious lives of those who had given him a helping hand were lost. Not a total loss for me as he finally make it home at the very least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance to live, to be with the ones you love as if the only reason you are whole is the universal solvent to obstacles. In real life, what do we do if we are situated in our darkest time? Throwing a tantrum, having a cold feet or ready to back off? These are neither the best option for us. Taking the situation in reverse, what will Toni or Clement do if they were in your shoes? They will always say, "Never say never!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7424349720463302913?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7424349720463302913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7424349720463302913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7424349720463302913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-say-never.html' title='Never Say Never'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7022411720205745618</id><published>2010-08-09T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T07:33:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Good riddance! I have upgraded my level of patience in this stressing few weeks. We could have all gone crazy, scratching our heads, feel like every fiber in our cells struggling for a way out when we are under slightly bigger driving force called pressure. There are pros and cons as in pressure, just the matter of whether you can make the best out of it. Beat it or get beaten! That's the essential element to survive. And this is so true for every living thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been ran away as in those time in the past. But now, I rather pay a little bit more patience to figure and sort things out. "Nothing is impossible", that's what I have been always telling myself. If anyone on earth can do it, there is no way I am going to back off in the slightest chance! Having patience literally means more time to calm down our fussy mind, so that rational is what we get next, to be able to make a wise decision for our dearly problems. As I say, emotion is the hardest thing to control, so that makes being patience is not without difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first move to patience is to spare a clear thought for yourself in the very first place. Well, this might not work well for you as in me, but that's what I think. Then take the rest moves personally cause it is personal! Every person has their own way of handling problems. We can be a better person in this world and having patience is the best antidote to resentment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE BETTER. BE PATIENT! What says you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7022411720205745618?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7022411720205745618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7022411720205745618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7022411720205745618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-8920368045410384212</id><published>2010-08-06T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:39:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Crap! I am totally not in control! Need more EQ in handling my emotion. Set aside the loads of assignments and report together with TESTS, my mood has gone wild too, driving me insane. I gets grumpy with my friends and it drives me cranky as if I can't hold it any longer and just going to burst. A lot of stuffs happened and it's pretty hard to lay it all straight here. Many of the small pieces make whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the solution for myself:&lt;br /&gt;Time is the best antidote to calm myself down. Plus a solely private time for me to be behave--REVISIONS. Think nothing but my tasks on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine period: 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Expected result: Get better control of my emotion. &lt;br /&gt;Reminder: BEHAVE, BEHAVE and BEHAVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-8920368045410384212?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/8920368045410384212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/8920368045410384212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/8920368045410384212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-5826524216599948532</id><published>2010-08-05T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:15:06.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitute</title><content type='html'>A million thanks to the K10 bus driver for keeping my glasses safe instead of throwing to a rubbish bin like anyone else in this world will do. 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Thanks so much for giving it back to a reckless owner like me. Haha.. Everyone asked me why was it ended up in the bus. I couldn't figure it out earlier though until I got a second tiny flash back of "dropped bag" scene. Not at all I could have never imagine it could end up there. Yet, it is right there, the never-would-be place I thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am grateful~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-5826524216599948532?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/5826524216599948532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/gratitute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/5826524216599948532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/5826524216599948532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/gratitute.html' title='Gratitute'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-752775799750753960</id><published>2010-08-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:04:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remorse</title><content type='html'>Another thing lost at my hand. Seriously, I have no one to be blamed but myself. I lost count of how many things I could have lost since the day I was born. Only this time it was my newly bought pair of glasses. Before that, I left my keys. It was pretty much the same, just that I have found my keys and I found no sign of my glasses. Clumsy? Blur? That's me! I prayed, prayed and prayed so as it appeared right before me. How I wished time could be twisted and I would never ever do the same mistake for the second time, and how I wished it never happened. I am totally in remorse for not taken good care of my own things well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, no point regret it if I didn't learn from this. I will take a lesson out of this careless act of mine. I will have it seared in my mind. Mei May, don't you dare lose another thing, whatever it takes, just stay ALERT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-752775799750753960?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/752775799750753960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/remorse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/752775799750753960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/752775799750753960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/08/remorse.html' title='Remorse'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-6985788952976008716</id><published>2010-07-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:36:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The final week of my holidays</title><content type='html'>Finally I got the time for blog. I'm so overwhelmed with stuffs and preparations. So many things to do. Of all the things that I hated most, cleaning and arranging messy stuffs make me snaky all the time. Ok... Let's keep this simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 JUL FRI:    I joined a journey to the Broga Hill together with my dear friends in a group of 10. We woke up early in the morning (I didn't sleep for whole night actually) and set our feet there at 5.30am. I was gasping for air in the middle of the trail due to my poor stamina. Hiking is surely an mission impossible for me and would be the last thing on my list. Nevertheless, I did given it a try! It's dark. It's way too dark in the early morning. Can't even see the trail clearly. I could feel how to walk in blind! Luckily we brought torches,  focusing the light on the route ahead. Still, I found it difficult to find a way through this. Another thing about me. I am clumsy all the time, giving the fact that I always trip over something. So, I did really focusing very very hard trying to keep my eyes fixed on the route ahead, to avoid any incident. in the end, we did made ourselves through the four peaks and watched the sunrise. Our memorable moments were taken down. This produced plenty of funny photos showing our funny acts. That's it! The first and the last time I set foot in Broga. Won't be dare to have another tryout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &amp;amp; 4 JUL SAT &amp;amp; SUN:     Nothing else except WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 JUL MON:    House Keeping. My room keeping work to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 JUL TUE: Lucky me! To have fall sick. Whole day laying on couch and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 JUL WED:    Helping my dad to do some documents stuff. And had a style change for my hair. It's CURLED now! A medium one at shoulder length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 JUL THU:  Had my awaited-for-too-long movie "Eclipse" in cinema with my sis. This was the best episode of all three I have watched. More actions on screen actually made it a more interesting movie to watch. The story from the book was well laid out and the pre-life of the Rosalie and Jasper were explained too, including the ancient story of the werewolf tribe. You will not regret watching this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 JUL FRI: Had my last violin class, tuition and my desk cleaning in progressssss.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 JUL SAT: Shopping for foods, shoes, accessories in Tesco for my upcoming semester purpose. Had a steamboat dinner with my family and neighbours. Haha... Feel more like a farewell party for me, my last big meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 JUL SUN: Finally, the time has came to get back to my hostel. As usual, last minute packing! It was a rush. No time to breath. Once opened up the door, what I could say was OMG! My eyes locked on the dirt and dusts on floor. It was like no one lived here for years. My mind went blank, didn't know where to begin. It got to take hours to keep this hell cell look like a ROOM. Special thanks to my beloved mum and sis, for giving out their hands in this. I have to admit I am so hate to do cleaning stuff, never been good at it. Would take the speed of twice the others, way lag behind. All I inhaled was dust.... Ohw.... really awful for me, especially when I have sensitive nostrils. Sneezing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate haven't shown herself since the first day I have been here. Looking forward to meeting her officially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-6985788952976008716?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/6985788952976008716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-week-of-my-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/6985788952976008716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/6985788952976008716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-week-of-my-holidays.html' title='The final week of my holidays'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-6857013856901941100</id><published>2010-07-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T09:08:39.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of work</title><content type='html'>Today I have gone through the last day of my work in preparation of my whole new sem. Work is tiring and drains everything out of me. Yet, I feel exciting  cause it is going to over very soon. I have met and known no short of new friends upon working. Some are even from the same high school before. Fun is never less! Working along with friends is the only thing that cheers me up and I am actually having fun while working! Aha! It draws a smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour before the end of my day, I surprisingly meet See Hoe! He sees and greets me at first. Lucky me, to have met him here. We have a five minutes chat before I go on with my work. The best damn thing of my work: Get to know more friends and learn to communicate with different type of peoples. The down part: My legs are in pain and exhausting after long hour-standing, being drained out physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it is a nice and enlightening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next: Broga hill and photosssss... too tired to upload right now. Tomorrow it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-6857013856901941100?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/6857013856901941100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/6857013856901941100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/6857013856901941100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-of-work.html' title='Last day of work'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7882190790073610060</id><published>2010-06-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:13:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Rainy Night</title><content type='html'>I feel so good right now. It's raining outside. The drizzling simply comforts and brings up my mood, regardless of whatever I am doing. Sleep? watch drama? Reading? Whatever it is, I am feeling really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best activity of the night: Drama together with a cup of hot Milo. Taking a few sips and enjoy the show. I could be in heaven. No stress, no worries, no.... nothing except enjoying this very moment. Though simple but it is enough for me to chill. It could be bad to health for staying up late. But it's simply irresistible. Nice place, nice time make a nice moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple and simple life means happiness. Easy to say, easy to do, just the matter of how you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7882190790073610060?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7882190790073610060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-rainy-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7882190790073610060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7882190790073610060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-rainy-night.html' title='Love Rainy Night'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-4406859655742856674</id><published>2010-06-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:05:30.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Up and Down</title><content type='html'>Many things happened since the last time I checked in. Hmm... So much to list down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have got myself a part time job for this holiday which ran swiftly for god sake. This kept me occupied while earning some side income for own expenditures. And since it was a holiday, I followed my family for a trip to Cameron Highland to inhale some fresh air while letting my muscles to rehabilitate. It was really relaxing to be there, considering the fact that I am away from the hustle and bustle town of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there was no short of gatherings with my long time no see-friends. Librarians dinner was the first gathering held ever, giving the idea thrown by 2 of my friends. During the steamboat dinner, I have got the most updated info about my dear friends especially knowing their whereabouts and their recent activities. The next gathering went to the gossip gang which took place at the look out point. As usual, we have a dinner followed up by the chit chatting session. The youngest of our gang, wai kuan have it all well planned for the reporting session. What else could I say?? Only thumbs up! According to her schedule, we talked about our study first, followed by work, relationship... ... However, our discussion was interrupted by a sudden haze of smoke from the front table, forcing us to change another table. Then our stories continued........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday: celebrated earlier together with my family and my dearest god mother. Really grateful that she was willing to come over far from Bangsar to Cheras. We have a nice time out!&lt;br /&gt;A visit from gossip gang on that day surprised me. They have brought my favourite cake and there I made my wishes of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holiday without shopping: That's NOT ME! haha... My sis and I spent a whole day to replenish my clothing and some accessories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down part of my holiday was the touch-n-go of the newborn puppies. They were so cute and it hurt me to see them die one by one. I could say the survival rate is totally zero. It only took 1 month for them to disappear from my eye sight. Poor thing. Feel so sorry for their deaths and even bad after the time that I have spent for them, took care of them, bathed them...&lt;br /&gt;May they live happily in another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my time was on dramas and novels and get ready for a whole new sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question that I am so craved to know: Who's my next roommate of the year??? with the lucky room number 349.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-4406859655742856674?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/4406859655742856674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-and-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/4406859655742856674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/4406859655742856674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-and-down.html' title='The Up and Down'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-8034206221228793342</id><published>2010-03-02T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:15:29.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem</title><content type='html'>I always have problem communicating with people, either they don't get mine or I don't get theirs. But there will be no problem if questions were asked, I suppose. Instead, keeping to themselves and nodding their heads give me wrong ideas when I  take it as a yes. As a result, work are not 'up to standard' and it overloads me just to make it up to them. Then I start to question myself, am I so hard to be understood? Or did I make it clear to them? Or did I convey the message wrongly? There are no answers figured out yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that group work requires additional patience, time, cooperation and much more. Well, I always try my best to compromise with others, though I may get overreacted to lead sometimes. I hate to face the situation where everyone keeps quiet and no respond is given out. It is a waste of time and there will be no improvement in the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I don't usually get along well with normal friends. Only close friends that I can get used with and I always shield myself to those that fall in the range of 'outside close friend region'. That probably makes me look a few times more stern and serious while I talk. I wonder if they are scared of me. Or is it the speed of my talking that makes them confuse and vague? I think the possibility is quite low for this as I speak with normal speed when I talk to people personally instead of publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn out things that ought to be done becomes totally a mess. Now, I couldn't pinpoint where to begin and how to correct things to get them back to it's route. We can never make everyone around us happy or satisfy with us, but we shall not to worry as long as we hold on good attitude as our principle. Don't be afraid, stay tough to fix things up! I wish... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-8034206221228793342?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/8034206221228793342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/03/mayhem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/8034206221228793342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/8034206221228793342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/03/mayhem.html' title='Mayhem'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-8590796739306085250</id><published>2010-02-25T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T03:57:30.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlJdifHCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6BH9fRm6bpo/s1600-h/16022010741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlJdifHCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6BH9fRm6bpo/s320/16022010741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148412946324514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlI5rUPzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xo0VDpDvVSs/s1600-h/16022010737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlI5rUPzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xo0VDpDvVSs/s320/16022010737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148403319684914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlIZXv7OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pwSOKktJkdA/s1600-h/16022010734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlIZXv7OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pwSOKktJkdA/s320/16022010734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148394647678178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlH1ntHmI/AAAAAAAAADw/OczGWcKUHQ0/s1600-h/16022010722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlH1ntHmI/AAAAAAAAADw/OczGWcKUHQ0/s320/16022010722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148385050926690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlHTaqQdI/AAAAAAAAADo/1J2DB5YHp24/s1600-h/16022010719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlHTaqQdI/AAAAAAAAADo/1J2DB5YHp24/s320/16022010719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148375869407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, Fuo Guang Shan temple was our destination of the day. A lot of changes and renovations had been made to fetch this coming CNY. The fancy decorations together with amazing performances attracted thousands of visitors. There was no doubt of it. Due to the crowds, here came the traffic jam on the roads ahead. It was evening when we finally made our step into the front porch of the temple. Flowers, statues, poster of quizzes, fountain, hawker stalls were all over inside the wall of the temple. It's really colourful inside! I had taken a few snapshots of the fantastic view thereafter. We went to the gallery center where all the Buddhism pictures and drawings belonged. They were artistic after all. Then we explored around the park. The place was starting to get crowded with time. Around 8pm, we made our move to have our dinner and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reunion dinner with my fellow friends made my day on the 4th day. I had a wonderful moment with all my old friends that day. We even made it up for time to have a second round gathering at Melia's house. Mahjong, cards, guitar and etc are all out to add a little colour to our wonderful moment. On the contrary, I was up to nothing but to accomplish my half-completed reports on the next day. House by house visiting was held among the Gossip gang members on the 6th day. We reported to each other concerning our activities for the past few months. It was funny to know the stories of life of our owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one of a kind and yet there are so much for us to explore and learn. Wishing all of us fill our life to the fullest in this roaring tiger year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-8590796739306085250?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/8590796739306085250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/8590796739306085250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/8590796739306085250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-part-ii.html' title='CNY Part II'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/S4ZlJdifHCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6BH9fRm6bpo/s72-c/16022010741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3173909411469926422</id><published>2010-02-22T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:36:42.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Part I</title><content type='html'>Whole week of celebration, days of events to be shared here. The first thing that I feel about this CNY - The weather is too damn HOT! My family and I stayed at home in the daytime and go outing in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 reunion dinners; my big family (Dad's side and mom's side), my own family, and my friends. The dinners were great as usual, with lots of dishes and Yeeshang. I have to admit that I used to eat more than nescessary in this kind of situation and this is really bad for my digestive system. My diet totally deviate far from my normal routine during CNY. My sleeping time as well delayed a few more hours till midnight. Apart from this, I pretty enjoyed the moment eating together with family and friends that have not seen for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling was another annual activity being held in my house in this festive seasons. My siblings and I were fond of blackjack and we played for almost everyday. While my friends preferred Mahjong. For me, gambling did improve and further enhance relationship through interactions between players. Our moods took control over our rationality during gambling. We showed funny faces and shouted excitedly whenever we got good or bad cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying a visit to relatives is a must on the first 2 days. Dad's side takes the first day while mom's side takes the second. This is when the Angpao comes to us. Sitting at their home, eating biscuits and drinks, chatting and a lot more... And then our chatters echoed and amplified from inside the house. For the first time ever, the house full of laughter and chatter can be comparable to a disco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3173909411469926422?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3173909411469926422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3173909411469926422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3173909411469926422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-part-i.html' title='CNY Part I'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3408012078514163554</id><published>2010-02-04T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:48:08.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Case study</title><content type='html'>I was probably in hysterics when a gang of us were in front of our interviewee, the general manager of the company. Although we outnumbered him, I was hyperventilating when my eyes met his gaze as I was the spokesperson of my group. I was supposed to ask him questions! Well, can't blame for my nervous acts actually. I already knew this would happen since this was my first time experience in interviewing a top management person of a company, someone that I do not know of and so superior! (our interviewee is the son of the CEO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got nervous over something, I spoke fast, very fast! (some people say I was mumbling to myself) Turned out people didn't get a word of what I was saying. Then at the very beginning, I calmed myself, by always reminding and ordering my mind to get coordinated with my body. I started to choke out the question word by word from under my lips and as slow as I could get. I thought I did put on a good show today. I successfully masked my nervousness and locked it inside my body. I tried hard to suppress it from resurfacing on my face. God bless! I got respond from him and got all questions answered. Though I did got stuck in the middle of the interview and pondered for a minute or two to get on with the next question. Thanks to my fellow colleagues that helped me out whenever I went silent by throwing him with extra questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I did feel grateful for his friendliness and helpfulness that made our jobs easier. We were so tiny and fresh looking in front of him. Shy was all  I could say to describe the entire interview process. Even to make request, our lips became heavy to lift at that instant. But still, we did ask for a few snapshots as proofs of visiting in the end. On top of that, permission to make a step inside the production line were granted upon request. It did open my eyes apparently. Before we made a move, a souvenir was handled to his hand as a token of appreciation and sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not called this interview session as a tremendous success, however, everything had run swiftly as I wished and this would be a real-life experience that would embossed in my memory. To all my group members, well done and together let's us stride forward in this project. Happy working with you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3408012078514163554?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3408012078514163554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/02/case-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3408012078514163554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3408012078514163554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/02/case-study.html' title='Case study'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-325013191714437154</id><published>2010-01-31T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:51:47.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final rush before CNY</title><content type='html'>Days are getting busier with the increasing workloads and tests. Everything has to be done by the holidays. This is one thing that I feel gratified for. At the very least, I can enjoy my CNY holidays with no worries. I have been through half of  my subjects' tests till now, left with 2 subjects ahead. And with one project's progress report that due next week. Everything goes swiftly with plan. My study environment has become more tense with every people around me overwhelming themselves with piles of books. This inflicts extra stress on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is reversed on the other hand. My sister is just liberated after her final exam and be the most free person at home. My house is apparently in the decoration progress,with my sister as the chief designer. My parents already buying and preparing all the stuffs for CNY. What we have to do is just counting down the days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all be blessed for our tests to come and have a happy CNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-325013191714437154?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/325013191714437154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-rush-before-cny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/325013191714437154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/325013191714437154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-rush-before-cny.html' title='Final rush before CNY'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-2519445616528942364</id><published>2010-01-29T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:22:57.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive</title><content type='html'>It had been quite a while since the last time I left my blog. Yet, I bring this blog back to life with my piece of writing here. Everything is as usual as I enter the fourth semester of my study. One thing, the only one thing that changes is that I have a kick start on my very first violin lessons for interest sake. It has been on my dream-list since I was small. I doubted at the very beginning before a decision was made in the end. Apart from the time management issue, I feel stupid to have initiated at this old age. This is surely something to laugh at, my siblings especially, thought I am out of my mind. Sighs.... Who cares? Since I have decided, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally I convince myself with the thought 'nothing could stop me from achieving my dream in the range of my capability to do so'. The feeling is great to do the thing I love and I can feel my commitment and that fills my life with colour bit by bit. I am feeling happy, arise from my inner heart. Although my school life is getting busier from day to day, I still can feel myself as a whole ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with mood swing behaviour in me, I do wonder how long I can last. Hah, may be I should let my friends bet on me and make their own judgements. How well do they know me, I do want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-2519445616528942364?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/2519445616528942364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/01/revive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2519445616528942364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2519445616528942364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2010/01/revive.html' title='Revive'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-6935886045795634475</id><published>2009-07-29T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:38:37.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable early sem break</title><content type='html'>In the middle of my lecture, rumours arised in my class, and everybody was discussing the same topic--UPM is under quarantine for a week effective from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at the moment I got the news, and I thought most probably it was simply a joke from my friends. We were confirmed until our lecturer declared the rumours as a fact. Soon, my class was fulled of ringing tones and everybody is busy talking on the phone. Everybody is busy planning their next step to be taken, journey to home. Me on the other hand, straight away called my sister to acknowledge her the news as well as requesting her to fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class had dismissed straight afterward. Back to my hostels, I saw the staffs were busy in cleaning and disinfecting task, fully covered with gauze mask. Meanwhile, the in charged personnel of our hostel's authority were giving out gauze masks and making announcement. Looking at the memo, our sem break will be shifted two weeks earlier. Is that so serious??? I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring my unanswered question, grabbing a piece of gauze mask and I quickly went up to my room and got my stuffs packed without further delayed. Half an hour later, my sister already here to picked me up. I was back to home at 5pm after giving my course mates a short ride to LRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by my friends that Puduraya station including KTM station was so crowded with multitudes. Well, I feel so fortunate to have studied in local (not out of state). Perhaps this was the right time for a short break owing to the shortage of water supply in my hostel for days till a date that yet cant be confirmed. Before that, all of us had been struggled so badly for the reports and assignments this few weeks. All the work, assignments and report can now be delayed for a moment or two.  At instant, this is what makes me feel most relief for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-6935886045795634475?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/6935886045795634475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/07/unpredictable-early-sem-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/6935886045795634475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/6935886045795634475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/07/unpredictable-early-sem-break.html' title='Unpredictable early sem break'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7399192827166419083</id><published>2009-07-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:08:30.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has arrived</title><content type='html'>This morning after finishing the last homemade breakfast, I began to pack my messy stuffs. I was not going for a vacation definitely. Worse, I was heading towards my Uni hostel. Well, inhaling some new fresh air, I thereafter get my mood ready back to my study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of stuff to be packed! It always turn to be like this--last minute rushing, like I always did. When thinking deeply, I haven't bought my Uni breakfast--biscuits and bread. Just before going back to my hostel, I dropped  by tesco ampang for a little shopping moment that I still can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I made a step down from my car, I walked in solely bewilderment wondering any changes to my hostel room as well as my roommate. I did wished for the same room and same roommate all the time. When I got my finger pointed to a list looking for my name, it leaded to C440. Exactly the same room!!!! Thanks god! I whispered in my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I filled up the forms, I quickly unloaded my car and shifted all my stuffs with the helping hand from my sister and mum. Then, it took me few hours to unpack everything and clean the dusty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my greater surprise, one of my course mates has moved into the room just opposite of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the last day of my sem break..... Gambateh  for a new chapter of Uni life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7399192827166419083?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7399192827166419083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7399192827166419083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7399192827166419083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-has-arrived.html' title='The time has arrived'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3118657929913925180</id><published>2009-06-28T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:07:52.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye my little one...</title><content type='html'>My heart sank when I first saw the cold body of the little puppy laid frozen under a tree. I couldn't believe what I had seen in that early morning. It was the first thing I wished not to see once I opened my eyes. Yesterday, I still saw it running here and there around my house and welcoming me back with a smiley face. Now, everything had just vanished following its death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago, I had been bathing and playing with it and it did tailed me wherever I went. It would wag its tail whenever it saw me. What a cute little one! It also had been my Bobby good companion all the time. Now all that had just turned into my fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, he always lurking around the neighborhood and loved by everyone. The aunt opposite my house always gave him some foods to eat too. Sigh..... now I starting to miss it already. Pictures of him keep flashing back like some kind of video clips in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I have to accept the truth that I have lost it. This had caused me depressed for few days. Nevertheless, life have to go on as usual. What I can do now is appreciating everything around me especially my lovely Bobby that still alive.(touch wood...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one..... I will never forget those memorable moments you have brought into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3118657929913925180?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3118657929913925180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye-my-little-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3118657929913925180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3118657929913925180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye-my-little-one.html' title='Good Bye my little one...'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7660718615291862385</id><published>2009-06-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:58:51.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Haha! Cant believe I have been lived in this world for 21 years. I have entered another stage of life becoming an adult. Hmm.. Somes may say I have not mentally grown up as others' saying that I am still childish. Am I??? Well, it's up to you. I dont really mind about that as long as I have been lived happily all these days. 'Happy go lucky'--My slogan! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my birthday together with Agnes earlier last week with all my fellow friends in form 6. Half of us had turned up in this shabu-shabu gathering. We enjoy our steamboat dinner here and some of us create some new recipes of their owns which better not to comment on the tastes. haha, we really have fun though. This time, yoon ming acted as the photographer and treasurer. Busy taking pictures at every single moment and collects money from us at the end of the dinner. To my surprise, he loomed out with a birthday cake before we left while I thought he went to the toilet according to Melia's saying earlier without any doubt. Again, candles blowing and photography sessions took over next.  My dear classmates, really feel grateful and glad to have known you all. Especially Melia--for every single things that you have done for us so far.(from organizing, gathering, collecting ideas, confirming our attendance... and many many more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/Sjz36erxjVI/AAAAAAAAABw/1JUk75jp600/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/Sjz36erxjVI/AAAAAAAAABw/1JUk75jp600/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349423041450446162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                    Which hand is mine and which hand is Agnes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second celebration was with my family members in which we went out for dinner and candles blowing afterwads before 12am. Kin yang--sorry for making you waited so long outside and thanks for your present. Really surprise to have seen you that night. I never imagined you would be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/Sjz4v-r2j1I/AAAAAAAAACA/yKQY_Eb7HKk/s1600-h/Picture%28128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/Sjz4v-r2j1I/AAAAAAAAACA/yKQY_Eb7HKk/s320/Picture%28128%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349423960573775698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The cake that takes days to be finished....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third celebration was with my relatives and my dearest godmother on Sunday. Thay came to my house in the afternoon and we non-stop chit chating until the time we had our steamboat dinner at night. The noise that arised from my house was comparable to the night market. It's normal thing to happen as it has been quite a long while we dont meet each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my parents--no words that I can say to express my appreciation for the cares you have poured on me. I cant be as good as what I am now without you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers' Day DAD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7660718615291862385?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7660718615291862385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7660718615291862385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7660718615291862385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-21st-birthday.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday!'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/Sjz36erxjVI/AAAAAAAAABw/1JUk75jp600/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3257895017732558836</id><published>2009-05-23T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:10:20.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>Are kids little devils created by god? Sometimes, we do think that kids are just like the little angels as they always look cute to adults like us. However, it may soon change your perceptions toward them when they evolve from little angels into little devils whenever they do something that annoy you or disobey you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I may get mad to them at first, but when I think deeply, they are just what we are before. What they did is similar to what we did in our pasts. Forgivable, forgivable.... I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tested my patient and EQ when deal with kids. You cant be too harsh nor too soft and it takes time to really understand what really beneath their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my childhood when I look into them. They remind me of my childish acts and those games that I used to play during my childhood. Haha.. Kind of missing those enjoyable and memorable moments in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing them is never an easy job to do. It is always a work of heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3257895017732558836?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3257895017732558836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3257895017732558836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3257895017732558836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7954212722616531458</id><published>2009-04-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:40:25.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has comes to the End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wahahah&lt;/span&gt;... Finally finish this dreadful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; with the last paper! The end of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; is the beginning of my holidays! Feel so relief after the last paper. It's end! It's end! No more study and exams! So happy whenever I think of it... Can't hold my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Let's think of what am I going to do, for sure something that I enjoy the most--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tvb&lt;/span&gt; drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, finally got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of time for my favourites! with no worries and stress..&lt;br /&gt;Next, enjoy the foods for sure. I m going to try all delicacies that I have missed before. Studies had made me lose my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; for 14 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some of my friends so much! Didn't see them for quite a while. So, holidays are the best time to catch up with them! Time for blow water.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those friends that I care most in other uni (UKM,UM,USM..) gambateh for your final! Holidays are awaiting you all! All the best.. see you soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7954212722616531458?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7954212722616531458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-comes-to-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7954212722616531458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7954212722616531458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-comes-to-end.html' title='It has comes to the End!'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3794110485928038186</id><published>2009-04-05T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:13:23.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day with a Special Friend</title><content type='html'>This Saturday was a special day for me. I never imagine I got the chance to meet a very special friend of mine tonight. That is because today only I got the news that he is coming to my place for a choir concert tonight. Secondly, I have my tennis class from 2pm to 9pm and I thought I am not going to make it on time for sure and miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing is I don't even know there is a choir concert held in my Uni until an outsider told me! Shame on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. However, straight after my class dismiss and I am told that the concert is still on and I hesitate for a moment whether I should drop by there and meet him. Hmm... the concert is held at ecology faculty and I asked my friend the way to get there. Since the road is quite dark at night and thank to my friends that willing to accompany me to get to the bus stop in front of the faculty. Really appreciate their favors or else I have to walk to there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the problem is I don't really know the exact place of the concert being held and I wonder which area in the faculty. So, that means I still need to figure out the exact place once I reach there. Never mind (I think I am going to make it anyway). Of course, with some clues from my friend, I finally found that place after 20 minutes walk from the tennis court to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into the hall, I saw all the audience are wearing formal and casual attire. That time I am wearing sport attire and I wonder whether I should really enter the hall. (of course not through the main entrance) and I am looking for another alternative entrance that won't distract audience attention. Hence, I called my friend once I get there and thank god he come out and lead me in through the back stairs. Otherwise, I am sure I won't dare to step inside at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert almost come to the end when I get into the hall. However, I still got the chance to listen to the last 3 songs. The concert really not bad overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel sorry for him for what happens afterward. I have caused him some trouble in which he need to break his promise to his friends. That time I doubted whether I have make a mistake by meeting him there. I hope his friends won't blame him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, both of us went to a mamak stall for a drink. It is approaching 10.40pm by the time we get there. Haha, we have a small 'pillow talk' there cause we have not met for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12am something, I surprise my family by standing in front of my house and call my sister to open the door for me. (I never tell them I m going back tonight) My sister taught I was kidding with her at first and she says that she won't pick up the call at the time like this if she did not recognize the ring tone of my call. I feel so lucky that she did pick up my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happened tonight seem a little bit of adventurous to me as all these were not in my plan at the very beginning. All things just happen and I never expect I can meet him. Anyway, I feel grateful and really thank him for bringing me a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry for bringing you so much troubles and I will remember it in heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND MAKE A WISE DECISION&lt;br /&gt; LOOKING FORWARD TO HEAR FROM YOU BY MAY''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3794110485928038186?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3794110485928038186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-day-with-special-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3794110485928038186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3794110485928038186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-day-with-special-friend.html' title='A Special Day with a Special Friend'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-7675377266554323410</id><published>2009-03-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:49:59.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycle</title><content type='html'>Today is my first time joining a charity activity organized by a Buddhist association. I am going to give a helping hand to collect the material for recycle purpose from the neighborhood. There are 25 of us taking part in this meaningful activity today. We start our journey early in the morning and we are divided into groups of 5. Then we are briefed for a while concerning the work and activity today. Our destination will be at old flat which located nearby our campus--Serdang area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, it is a housing area which consists of few blocks of shop lots and apartments. As soon as we reached there, I followed my group leader together with my team members to visit the house one by one in order to collect material that can be recycled from the neighborhood. We knock the door one by one to ask if they have anything for recycle. Most of them are very sincere and caring where they get all the things well-packed for us. After we gather all the thing at the corner of the staircase, we line up along the staircase and pass the thing one by one until it reach the groundfloor. Since we do it as a team, we get that job done in a few minutes! Ha! Cant imagine that we could finish that job that fast. Within 2 hour, we manage to collect all the recycle materials from the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel grateful for their concerns and cooperation in which they have packed all the materials for us that make the work more easy for us to collect it from them. This experiance personally make me feel that there are so many people that still concern for our environment and aware about global warming. Although this activity overall is tiring and exhausting, we did enjoy it in such a way that we believe we have done something that make this earth beautiful especially this is a good deed that belongs to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us can do a lots to help reduce global warming. First, we need to conserve electric power, water and do switch off the light or power whenever it is not in used. Secondly, recycle the materials such as plastic, tins, bottles, clothes and etc and most importantly reduce the usage of polisterene. Do think twice before u throw anything to the dustbin as it may be recycled. These are just simple acts that everyone of us can do daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR LITTLE EFFORT CAN CHANGE THE WORLD"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-7675377266554323410?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/7675377266554323410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/03/recycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7675377266554323410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/7675377266554323410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/03/recycle.html' title='Recycle'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-4872323021462329222</id><published>2009-03-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:21:25.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy! Busy! Busy!</title><content type='html'>I could never imagine that I can be so busy this whole sem overwhelming with tonnes of assignment and project! Nearly driving me crazy! Never in me entire life that I needed to struggle till 4am in the morning just to get the project done. Weekend some more! really didnt manage to get a chance for break. However, final coming soon.. another few more weeks to go. Hopefully can end this dreadful sem ASAP! May all of us get the best from all the efforts we have done so far! Good luck in the final Exam!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-4872323021462329222?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/4872323021462329222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/4872323021462329222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/4872323021462329222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy! Busy! Busy!'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-3623413674086054787</id><published>2009-01-19T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:26:10.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron=Agriculture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This isn't a vacation for me but more to a 'exploring' trip as our lecturer wants us to learn something from the visits and voice out our opinions about what we have discovered during the visit. Our lecturer has successfully stressed us up as he is going to create a question in our test 1 from this trip. However, we are all enjoying the trip and we have fun while learning as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             We gather at our faculty in the evening of Friday because the bus is going to depart at 6pm. From the time we depart, I already can guess that we will reach our destination not sooner than midnight. We have taken a short break at Sg. Buloh highway station and that is the place where we have our dinner. My dinner-Burger King! After that 1 hour break,  the buses move again at 8pm. our bus passes through Simpang Pulai to reach Cameron. It quite surprise me when I get to know that we are going to Cameron at night because it is quite dangerous for a bus to go up the hill where there will be no light along the road to Cameron. However, thanks to the professional driver, we get to Cameron safely at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;           Once we get down from the bus, we can feel the freezing cold wind and we are all shocked when we see our 'Hotel'. More precisely, we are all staying in kampung orang asli Sungai Ruil. It is located inside the Dahlia Villa. Our 'Hotel' is 100% made from bamboo and wood. It looks like a rumah panjang. There is a living room with 3 rooms inside. There are 10 double deckers in 1 of the rooms and it costs us rm15 per nigth per person. We all feel that we have paid more for that quality of 'Hotel' we are staying. At the first night, for sure we are not going to anywhere but have a nice sleep. However, it was too cold for me to fall asleep as it was oli 12Celcius that night.&lt;br /&gt;           We woke up at 7am and we have our nasi lemak breakfast prepared by them at 7.30am. Our dinning place is really orang asli style. Around 8.30am, we take a visit to the Sungei Palas Boh tea plantation. The road to there is really very narrow and small and we are forced to split into 2 groups and take turn to get there with a smaller bus. Once we step in the tea plantation, we are welcomed by the person in charge of the factory which is also the manager, Mr. Pathi. He gives us a short briefing in an introduction about Boh tea before we make our first move into the factory. Then, he leads us the way to the factory and he starts to explain the process of making tea. The tea leaves that is harvested will undergo the withering process in which the moisture of the tea leaves will be reduced to around 70%. It is done by steaming the tea leaves with warm air. Next, the tea leaves will be sent to the rolling machines so that the tea leaves will be rolled to give out fragnance, aroma of the tea and the fermentation process starts here as well. Afterwards, the tea leaves will undergo further compact rolling in which the tea leaves are twist and rolled into a smaller leaves. The colour of the leaves turn from green to brown as well. Then, the tea leaves will be dried to stop the fermentation. In this process, rubber wood is used to generate the heat. According to Mr. Pathi, rubber wood is used because it give out less smoke and reduce air pollution, it can burns longer while giving constant heat and it is easily obtained in Malaysia. After drying process, the tea leaves will be sorted and the fiber and stalk of the tea leaves will be extracted as well. Here is some tips for those who likes to drink tea:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tea and green tea should be drank after heavy meal. Chinese tea contains preservative, it is advisable  to rinsed the tea leaves with hot water or throw away the first pot and consume the second. Chinese tea is half-fermented so it will help in digestion and cleaning your intestine. Green tea is non-fermented, it helps in digestion. The western tea is fully fermented hence it is light and suitable to drink even before meal.&lt;br /&gt;Tea bag is the lousiest tea! The bigger the tea leaves, the better is the quality of tea. And most importantly, tea DOES NOT CONTAIN CAFFEIN! Do not consume tea when it turn cold as it will give the reverse effect.&lt;br /&gt;After the visit, we proceed to the vegetables farm in which we can see the whole cleaning process of the tomatoes. The farm owner told us that there are various type of vegetables planted here which include strawberry, tomato, melon, grape and etc. We have tasted the grape although it taste a bit savour and we got the chance to harvest the melon ourselves too! (with the permition of the owner) Then, we have our lunch at Tanah Rata.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we continue our journey to the flower farm. We have been explained about the hydroponic plant with the add of the nutrient to the water and how long it takes for the strawberry to grow and its maximum production by the assistant there. We also asked about the use of light bulb at night and she told us that certain flower has longer photoperiod and thus need more sunlight compare to others. Hence, they use light bulb at night to replace sunlight so that the flower will gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Since its still early, we grab the chance to go to the night market at Brinchang. I manage to buy some delicacies there. My friends as well busy shopping and bought a lot of flower and cactus as well as some corns. (its so cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;At night, we have to go back to our lodge to have our dinner...&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we depart at 9am and pay our first visit to the MARDI at Tanah Rata. The person in charge there lead us the way to the farm and explain sincerely to us every single thing about the researh done by them.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we visit the farmer association located at the main road of Brinchang. Again the manager welcomes us and start to give a short briefing about the plantations in Cameron and their role in improving the yield of crops. It takes around 45 minutes as we are in rush of time. We have our lunch immediately after the visit and get back to our bus. We do our last shopping at the morning market where the bus stop by the road. Finally, we are going Back! Our group members have started to discuss the question should be asked in out test 1 as requested by our lecturer. We have a brainstorming and finally we come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather good experiance for me as I get the chance to learn so much thing during the trip. Well, thank to our lecturer for bringing us up there. In conclusion, the main objective for this trip is achieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-3623413674086054787?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/3623413674086054787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/01/cameronagriculture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3623413674086054787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/3623413674086054787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/01/cameronagriculture.html' title='Cameron=Agriculture?'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-2297330544590656093</id><published>2009-01-03T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:01:21.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentas kampus!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? Today is Sunday and all the first year students are required to participate in the 5km Marathon. When I look at all the participants. I can see all of us are first year. I cant spot any other senior taking part except the organizers. Of course, who is willing to wake up 6am in the morning of Sunday? well, we gather at the foyer at 6.45am. Then the shutter bus takes us to the sport complex which will be our starting point. The other 'kolej' students are involved as well. The marathon start at 8.30am after briefing and some warm up exercises (as usual). The guys start at first followed by the girls. My friends and I already decided to walk instead of run (except that we run a bit at the beginning). It seems like a long journey for me since I have never do this kind of thing since form 6. It takes me around 45 minutes to reach the end point. Nevertheless, on the way we pass through plantation area (banana, bamboo, palm oil and etc) and golf area as well which makes me feel like climbing with all the up and down hills. At least, i have discovered the new places in upm which i dont know before. Thank god nothing bad happen during the event go on (no people faint as I can see), but we all are so thirsty after the marathon. Finally, the first place is taken by the KOSAS and my kolej also stand the place of 5 among all 14 kolej. Not bad, huh? After the prize giving, we go back to our own hostel by bus.&lt;br /&gt;*if not because of the merits and those absents will be giving demerits, I wont rush back to my hostel at the night of Saturday also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-2297330544590656093?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/2297330544590656093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/01/merentas-kampus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2297330544590656093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/2297330544590656093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2009/01/merentas-kampus.html' title='Merentas kampus!'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2768004077968702323.post-5172692538675868077</id><published>2008-12-30T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:04:40.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The campus life begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My first class had just started &lt;/span&gt;yesterday. It was fluid mechanic. Unfortunately, the lecturer was absent and I consider my next class suppose to be my first class on my first day of school. It was such a coincidence that my lecturer was my p.a (penasihat akademik) at the same time. Of cause, she had showed us a smiley face all the time and all of us guessed that it would only be temporary as it was the first day. Well, she had just began our first lecture by introducing OBE AGAIN! (it was so annoying as we had already heard it for thousands of time since last semester!) In conclusion, we learned NOTHING! Then, we all were so busy to go round department to settle our timetable problems as we were facing problem to register a course which was crashed with other course at the same time. It was really troublesome. However, I was glad that we can solve that matter afterwards. Our evening class was really a 'real class' for me as we did learnt something new at least. As usual, the lecturer started by 'ice breaking' in which we will introduce ourselves to each other AGAIN... then, she intoduced her so called 'T&amp;amp;C' to all of us in order to assure us the 'gift' we will get if we break her rules in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2768004077968702323-5172692538675868077?l=meimaytan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/feeds/5172692538675868077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2008/12/campus-life-begin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/5172692538675868077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2768004077968702323/posts/default/5172692538675868077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meimaytan.blogspot.com/2008/12/campus-life-begin.html' title='The campus life begins...'/><author><name>Mei May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162315291672452283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3EV9sHPmGA/TCIvBNnnj1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/IjqfOZvnMqM/S220/DSC02793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
